Welsh Journals

He is mentioned in the Sayings of the Wise," Hast thou heard the saying of Ciwg, The truly wise bard of Gwynhylog ? The possessor of discretion is farsighted." (Perchen pwyll pell ei olwg). Much of the building is modern, but some earlier portions remain. The tower has been much patched up, but its west wall, owing to bad building, bends outwards. The stoup and seats in the porch are original. At the east end is the leper window. Op- posite the main gate of the church is a short cut through the golf links to Pontardawe, but it is better to keep to the rough roadway, going south-east, to have the mountain views. Where the road bends to the left, a quarter of a mile further on, go through the gate on the right to descend the Hundred Steps. A short way down a well defined path partly circles the hill, reaching at last to the main Brecon to Swansea Road at Ynysmeudwy, where there will be a bus at any minute. The Epic of the Donkey. IT WAS ON A VERY HOT DAY in July, 1916, that I climbed up the ladder to the roof of a bus and settled myself comfortably between a chair and a bag of sugar at Reynoldston my comfortable sugar sack was taken off it was the local ration for jam-making. Before we went on to Llangennith, I was warned to lie flat on the top of the bus when we went through the splash-water at Fairy Hill as the branches of trees hung very low. I obeyed orders and sur- vived, the conductor kindly peeping at me afterwards to see that I was still there. On arrival at Llangennith I went straight to the post-office, my object being to collect a donkey for some children who were coming to Penmaen to stay with me. The postmistress, Mrs. Ace, was not very encouraging. The donkey had been on the Green that morning, but had now wandered off with two other donkeys to one of the three Downs-Rhossili, Harding or Llanmadog. I could have her if I could find her, and should know her by her having the tip of One ear off and a hole in the other. Fortified by a cup of tea, I set out first to Rhossili Down. At one moment I thought I was going to be lucky, as I came across three donkeys, but alas, none of them had a tip of one ear off and a hole in the other. I continued my search in the heat of the day until nearly 3 o'clock when I gave in temporarily and ate my belated sandwich lunch resting on a featherbed of bracken. Returning to the village, I enquired of everybody I met whether they had seen my particular donkey but each time I drew blank. I pulled myself together and tried Llanmadog Down and sure enough I found my donkey and his companions and prepared to put on the bridle but pride came