Beautiful children strayed there, who were soon to leave these civilized regions for some really wild and western place, a post in the buffalo country.

Their no less beautiful mother was of Welsh descent, and the eldest child bore the name of Gwynthleon.

Perhaps there she will meet with some young descendants of Madoc, to be her friends; at any rate, her looks may retain that sweet, wild beauty, that is soon made to vanish from eyes which look too much on shops and streets, and the vulgarities of city "parties." Next day we crossed the river.

We ladies crossed on a little foot-bridge, from which we could look down the stream, and see the wagon pass over at the ford.

A black thunder-cloud was coming up; the sky and waters heavy with expectation.