I soon, however, repented having left the path by which I had come.

I was presently in a maze of little fields with stone walls over which I had to clamber.

At last I got into a lane with a stone wall on each side.

A man came towards me and was about to pass me--his look was averted, and he was evidently one of those who have "no English." A Welshman of his description always averting his look when he sees a stranger who he thinks has "no Welsh," lest the stranger should ask him a question and he be obliged to confess that he has "no English." "Is this the way to Llanfair ?" said I to the man.

The man made a kind of rush in order to get past me.
"Have you any Welsh ?" I shouted as loud as I could bawl.
The man stopped, and turning a dark sullen countenance half upon me said, "Yes, I have Welsh." "Which is the way to Llanfair ?" said I.
"Llanfair, Llanfair ?" said the man, "what do you mean ?" "I want to get there," said I.
"Are you not there already ?" said the fellow stamping on the ground, "are you not in Llanfair?
"Yes, but I want to get to the town." "Town, town! Oh, I have no English," said the man; and off he started like a frighted bullock.