There was a squall when that was found out, but it was nothing to the storm that burst upon me when I wrote something in my mother's big Bible.

As true as I am here, I don't remember what I wrote, but I know it was something about the devil, and I signed it 'Gethin Owens,' and a big 'Amen' after it.

Poor old man, he was shocking angry, and he wouldn't listen to no excuse; so after a good thrashing I went away, Ann ran after me with my little bundle, and the tears streaming down her face, but I didn't cry--only when I came upon little Morva Lloyd sitting on the hillside.

She put her arms round my neck and tried to keep me back, but I dragged myself away, and my tears were falling like rain then, and all the way down to Abersethin as long as I could hear Morva crying and calling out 'Gethin! Gethin!'" "There's glad she'll be to see you." "Well, I dunno.

She was used to be very fond of me; she couldn't bear Will because he was teazing her, but I was like a slave to her.