Art tired, or will I tell the rest of my story ?" "Go on, 'machgen i," said Sara, "tell it me all today, and there will be no need for us ever to have any more talk about it." "No; that is what I wish," said Gethin.

"Well, with my pay in my pocket, and 500 pounds at my back, I thought I would enjoy myself as much as I could, and smother the hiraeth[2] that was so strong upon me, the longing to go home to see Morva, and you, and the moor, Sara; my father, Ann, and Will, and all of them were dragging sore at my heart, so I threw myself in with a lot of roystering fellows, who were bent upon having as many sprees as they could while their money lasted.

I was keeping away from the Welsh sailors entirely, and my friend, Ben Barlow, and I were having what they call in English a jolly time.

We went together to a low place near the docks, where there was singing and dancing every night for sailors.

I saw many of my old companions there and amongst them was a girl called Bella Lewis, who used to come often to see Kitty Jones in Bryn Street.