"Yes, I can tell you about it, and with good reason, for it lies not far from the place where I was born." The above was the substance of what he said, and nothing more, for he spoke in English somewhat broken.
"And how far is Llanfair from here ?" said I.
"About ten miles," he replied.
"That's nothing," said I: "I was afraid it was much farther." "Do you call ten miles nothing," said he, "in a burning day like this?
I think you will be both tired and thirsty before you get to Llanfair, supposing you go there on foot.

But what may your business be at Llanfair ?" said he, looking at me inquisitively.

"It is a strange place to go to, unless you go to buy hogs or cattle." "I go to buy neither hogs nor cattle," said I, "though I am somewhat of a judge of both; I go on a more important errand, namely to see the birth-place of the great Gronwy Owen." "Are you any relation of Gronwy Owen ?" said the old man, looking at me more inquisitively than before, through a large pair of spectacles which he wore.
"None whatever," said I.
"Then why do you go to see his parish, it is a very poor one." "From respect to his genius," said I; "I read his works long ago, and was delighted with them." "Are you a Welshman ?" said the old man.
"No," said I, "I am no Welshman." "Can you speak Welsh ?" said he, addressing me in that language.
"A little," said I; "but not so well as I can read it." "Well," said the old man, "I have lived here a great many years, but never before did a Saxon call upon me, asking questions about Gronwy Owen, or his birth-place.

Immortality to his memory! I owe much to him, for reading his writings taught me to be a poet!" "Dear me!" said I, "are you a poet ?" "I trust I am," said he; "though the humblest of Ynys Fon." A flash of proud fire, methought, illumined his features as he pronounced these last words.
"I am most happy to have met you," said I; "but tell me how am I to get to Llanfair ?" "You must go first," said he, "to Traeth Coch which in Saxon is called the 'Red Sand.' In the village called the Pentraeth which lies above that sand, I was born; through the village and over the bridge you must pass, and after walking four miles due north you will find yourself in Llanfair eithaf, at the northern extremity of Mon.

Farewell! That ever Saxon should ask me about Gronwy Owen, and his birth-place! I scarcely believe you to be a Saxon, but whether you be or not, I repeat farewell." Coming to the Menai Bridge I asked the man who took the penny toll at the entrance, the way to Pentraeth Coch.
"You see that white house by the wood," said he, pointing some distance into Anglesey; "you must make towards it till you come to a place where there are four cross roads and then you must take the road to the right." Passing over the bridge I made my way towards the house by the wood which stood on the hill till I came where the four roads met, when I turned to the right as directed.
The country through which I passed seemed tolerably well cultivated, the hedge-rows were very high, seeming to spring out of low stone walls.