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upon the singer, and we thought of one in a far- 

 off land and time whose face did shine when he 

 returned to his people from talking with God. 

 Later on our host told us that this man had been 

 a popular concert singer whose heart God had 

 touched during the great revival which had then 

 just swept over Wales. The song to which we 

 had listened told of the joy of the wanderer when 

 he had come back from the " far country " to his 

 Father's house. 



English is rarely heard on the streets of Garn, 

 and not a few of the people of this section are 

 unable to speak anything but the Welsh. On one 

 of our days of wandering about the country we 

 met a woman in the highway with whom Dr. W. 

 talked in her native tongue. He then told his 

 friend that we would stop at the home of this 

 woman a little farther on, and excused himself for 

 a moment while he visited a neighbouring farm- 

 house. Left together, the Welsh woman and the 

 American were somewhat at a loss as to how con- 

 versation might be carried on. It was the woman, 

 of course, who solved the difficulty. She knew 

 one English word, and looking the visitor in the 

 eye, she smiled and said, " America ! America ! " 

 The stranger could not even say " Yes," in Welsh, 

 but he said it in his best Yankee and his answering 

 smile was in the universal language. Dr. W. said 

 afterwards that this woman's sons were in the 

 United States, and we found few homes from 



