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MY PEOPLE


call of Capel Bethel, in Morfa, he distinguished the voice of God.

And Owen said to his wife Shan:

“The Great Father is repenting of His doings against you, Shan fach.”

“Little man, iss. Iss, little man,” she answered gladly. “Joyful am I to see the boy in the pulpit.”

As their souls rejoiced, the weariness which follows heavy toil made their bones stiff. Shan was flat and unlovely, and of the colour of earth. Except on the Sabbath she covered her bosom with many shawls and a discarded waistcoat, and in the wrinkles of her face there was much dirt.

There was a day when Samuel came to Tygwyn and looked upon the burdens of his father and mother, and he said to them:

“People bach, leave Tygwyn and go you and abide in the cottage against the back of Shop Rhys. Take you Lissi Mari’s baby.”

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