CHAPTER XV.
SOLOMON'S REMINISCENCES.
There are wild places yet in the world, and primitive folk.

Even in England there are localities of which the phrase, "It is a hundred years behindhand," still holds good; and so it was with Gethin.

Its wind-swept moors, its rock-bound coast, had inhabitants altogether differing from the men of fields and farms; to Richard, a man of pleasure from the town, they seemed a foreign race.

They were rough in externals, but kindly and genial at heart; given to hospitality, and, though good at a bargain, by no means greedy of gain.

Above all there were no beggars.
The poorest Gethin man would open a gate for you, or walk a hundred yards out of his way to show you your road, without asking for, or even expecting, a coin.