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MY PEOPLE


and by the altar he prayed continually.

The evening of the fifth day after Sadrach’s hay had been stacked a heavy rain fell upon West Wales, and this rain lasted many days, destroying much of the crops. The men of the Big Seat proved the congregation, and they found that Sion was without sin, hence this deluge of rain was not a judgment upon Sion. They also gathered themselves together and prayed for deliverance.

Pedr journeyed down from the moor and waited outside the gates that admit you into Capel Sion, and as the congregation departed, he cried:

“Little people, why value you the things that perish more than the living soul?”

Sadrach Danyrefail derided him.

“A bad prophet you are indeed,” he said. “What for you didn't say the rain was coming, man, so as to save all this nasty bother? Goodness me, you are a

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