BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 



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CHAPTER IV. 



A DARK-FACED Kelt in 

 a blue suit was reading 

 the First Lesson as 

 we made our entry. 

 Bearing in mind 

 Miss O'Flannicran's ridine- 

 habit, it required nerve to 

 present ourselves to the Church of 

 Mallwydd at this shelterless stage 

 of the service, but the congregation appeared to be 

 inured to tourists. They scarcely ceased in their 

 attention to the reader, and to his serious and 

 careful rendering of the Lesson in his native 

 tongue. " Darkling we listened " until the twice 

 repeated " Samooel, Samooel," suddenly flung out 



