CHAPTER XXV
Lacing up Highlows—The Native Village—Game Leg—“Croppies Lie Down”—Keeping Faith—Processions—“Croppies Get Up”—Daniel O’Connell.
I slept in the chamber communicating with the room in which I had dined. The chamber was spacious and airy, the bed first-rate, and myself rather tired, so that no one will be surprised when I say that I had excellent rest. I got up, and after dressing myself went down. The morning was exceedingly brilliant. Going out I saw the Italian lacing up his highlows against a step. I saluted him, and asked him if he was about to depart.
“Yes, signore; I shall presently start for Denbigh.”
“After breakfast I shall start for Bangor,” said I.
“Do you propose to reach Bangor to-night, signore?”
“Yes,” said I.
“Walking, signore?”
“Yes,” said I; “I always walk in Wales.”
“Then you will have rather a long walk, signore, for Bangor is thirty-four miles from here.”