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se of the mountain, a curious tself, being nothing more or an trotting along on a little singular cupola or covering to beheld her, and thought that he ericranium the apparition of his He walked-he leaped-he -seized the lost prize, and bore the party. The fact is, that it nong some furze at the foot of the where our antiquated gentlewoman ad detained it as the lawful spoils nexpected recovery of this invagave a fillip to the spirits of the

who, on meeting us a few days.

ancestor Shenkin-ap- Morgan-ap-Jenkin-ap-Jones had appeared to him in his sleep, taxed him with the loss of the family wig, and threatened to bring a legion of goblin grandfathers to torment him, until the antique relic was found. We remained inexorable as fate-the saline draught was prepared-swallowed-and our vengeance was ap

peased.

Day-light was now breaking in, and the herdsman, who had acquired courage with the peep of dawn, left us, to resume his employ. Our tackle was once again in requisition, and Drake was the most successful of us all. He thinned the White Lady's subjects in such gallant style, that Morgan was compelled to hint that, peradventure, he might be damned for his achievements. As for ourselves, having had an unlucky accident with our rod, whereby the top-joint was rendered unfit for service, we took up Izaac Walton's Guide to Angling, and had just contrived to fall in love with the pretty milk-maid, whom he describes in one of his fishing excursions, when Drake Somerset made his appearance with a decent modicum of trout, while Morgan licked his lips in the rear.

A call to breakfast now summoned us to our tent; and we had scarcely dispatched our repast, when, fatigued with the two days' fishing, our tent

was struck, the poney laden with the paraphernalia, the procession formed, and off we moved, singing, as we quitted Llynn-y-Van, the plaintive Irish melody," Farewell, but whenever you welcome the hour." The walk home was delightful, and heightened by a recollection of the happiness we had enjoyed. Once or twice we could not help looking back at the mountains we were leaving, and almost envied the fate of Mrs. Lot, who hardened into a pillar of salt, with her face turned towards the dear scenes she was quitting for

ever.

On reaching the base of the mountain, a curious spectacle presented itself, being nothing more or less than an old woman trotting along on a little Welch poney, with a singular cupola or covering to her head. Morgan beheld her, and thought that he recognized on her pericranium the apparition of his stray Welch wig. He walked-he leaped-he sprung towards her-seized the lost prize, and bore it in triumph to the party. The fact is, that it had been blown among some furze at the foot of the black mountains, where our antiquated gentlewoman had discovered and detained it as the lawful spoils of war. The unexpected recovery of this invaluable antique, gave a fillip to the spirits of the Cambro-Briton, who, on meeting us a few days

afterwards at Llandovery, informed us that his ancestor Shenkin-ap-Morgan-ap-Jenkin-ap-Jones had again appeared to him in his sleep, congratulated him on the recovery of the family caxon, and promised never more to haunt him or his.

AN OTTER HUNT

In the Cothy.

ON passing an evening with Morgan and Drake Somerset, a few months after our late excursion to Llynn-y-Van, we resolved to try our luck at an Otter Hunt in the Cothy, a little river which flows from two pools in the village of Talley. Having communicated our intention to a gentleman who resides in that neighbourhood, and who keeps some fine otter-dogs, he eagerly entered into our proposals, and engaged us to breakfast with him by daybreak, when he promised to equip us with spears and all the necessary paraphernalia of the hunt.

Accordingly we started at five o'clock, on a fine spring morning, from Llangadock. As our road lay principally over hill and dale, we resolved to shorten it as much as possible. With this view we forded the Towey, which enabled us to gain the