CHAPTER III.
Chester--The Rows--Lewis Glyn Cothi--Tragedy of Mold--Native of Antigua--Slavery and the Americans--The Tents--Saturday Night.
On the morning after our arrival we went out together, and walked up and down several streets; my wife and daughter, however, soon leaving me to go into a shop, I strolled about by myself.

Chester is an ancient town with walls and gates, a prison called a castle, built on the site of an ancient keep, an unpretending-looking red sandstone cathedral, two or three handsome churches, several good streets, and certain curious places called rows.

The Chester row is a broad arched stone gallery running parallel with the street within the facades of the houses; it is partly open on the side of the street, and just one story above it.

Within the rows, of which there are three or four, are shops, every shop being on that side which is farthest from the street.

All the best shops in Chester are to be found in the rows.