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296 Among the Welsh. From Bangor I took train for Holyhead. ‘The journey across Aaglesea 1s very tame and uninteresting. It might almost be a desert, for all visible signs of life and civilisation. Flat fields and dreary wastes and marshy moors on either hand, and scarcely a hill to vary the monotonous landscape. ‘There are small oases in this wilderness in the shape of occasional railway stations. ‘The train stops; no one gets in or out; the porter pronounces some wonderful name, all con- sonants as usual, and the train steams on again. The people of Anglesea are said to speak very little English. But Anglesea has a venerable history, a long pedigree, and was of A Rr Se = UNE anit RAN ! Whiter Mer NG) > tie } ! i Site af “Y f x“ " AT) \) Tate eee \ *‘! 4, me ‘ Races 4 ’ K 0) se i | ; WAAAY 11) ‘ ‘ ym y , Hr ti ROCKS AT HOLYHEAD. some use in the far off days. Before the Christian era it gave refuge to the Druidical priests, and many of their remains still exist. The Romans called the island Mona, a soft, sad-sounding name well suited to its present aspect. In all the flat, bare fields you scarcely see a tree, and no trace whatever of the fine market towns, and scarcely an indication of the 50,000 inhabitants. But with time and patience and an arrival at Holyhead, perhaps you will see only too large a proportion of this goodly population. Like troubles, they come down upon you—not singly. So we found it. Presently there were signs of achange. A moun- tain loomed out before us, and in a few moments the train stopped at Holyhead. The hotel is at the station and belongs to the railway company. The windows of the coffee-room look on to the harbour ECORMMICOOOKS EC)