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As we entered the hall I heard the sound of a dog howling, and spoke of it to one of the men-servants who had opened the door. "That sounds like Gelert. Is he shut up somewhere?" Gelert was a beautiful sheep-dog who belonged to Feargus and was his heart's friend. I allowed him to be kept in the courtyard. The man hesitated before he answered me, with a curiously grave face. "It is Gelert, miss.
Explosion and convulsion are necessary to the maintenance of either hypothesis: for La Place has demonstrated, that the precession of the equinoxes is only a secular equation of a very long period, which, of course, proves nothing either on one side or the other." They now emerged, by a winding ascent, from the vale of Llanberris, and after some little time arrived at Bedd Gelert.
The dog strained and whined against the detaining clasp upon his neck, but the boy held him fast. "Nay, Gelert, we are not going a-hunting," he said. "Hark! is not that the sound of a horn? Are they not even now returning? Over yon fell they come. Let me but hear their hail, and thou and I will be off to meet them. I would they heard the news first from my lips. My mother bid me warn them.
"Hi, there, Gelert! down, Juno; down, down, good dogs all." And Richard threatened them with his dogwhip. "Is this Gelert?" asked Bessie, pointing to a fine black retriever. "Yes; and that is Brand," patting the head of a handsome pointer. "That brown setter is Juno; she is the mother of those three puppies fine little fellows, aren't they?
Later on, as she went indoors to prepare for dinner, she encountered Richard; he had just driven up to the door in his dog-cart, and Brand and Gelert were with him. "Where is Mr. Sinclair?" she ventured to ask, as he smiled at seeing her. "He has gone," he replied. "I have just driven him to the station. Do you know where my mother is to be found?"
"There are only three horses," said Cousin William, "two in front and one behind. Two gentlemen and a servant. Now they are crossing the little bridge. Shall I go see who they are?" Miss Lucy rose. Outside a dog had begun an excited and joyous barking. "That's Gelert! It's my brother he is welcoming!" From the porch came a burst of negro voices. "Who dat comin' up de drive? Who dat, Gelert?
I passed over a bridge, and inquiring of some people whom I met the way to the inn, was shown an edifice brilliantly lighted up, which I entered. Inn at Beth Gelert Delectable Company Lieutenant P-.
The following poetical record of the fidelity, prowess, and ill-fate of Gelert, the favourite greyhound of Llewellyn Prince of Wales, and son-in-law to King John, will he read with interest: It will be evident, however, from the story of the noble hound whose history is just related, that the greyhounds of the time were very different from those which are used at the present day.
"Llewelyn, who never could forgive himself, afterwards built a chapel, and raised a tomb to the memory of his faithful dog, who fell a victim to a momentary passion. This tomb is still called Beth-Gelert, or the tomb of Gelert; multitudes have there heard the account of his bravery and his untimely death." "How very sorry he must have been!" exclaimed Minnie, tears filling her eyes.
And they approached the house, and the prince went into the house, and saw Gelert lying by the overturned cradle, and blood all about the room. "What! hast thou slain my child?" said the prince, and ran his sword through the dog. After that he lifted up the cradle to look for his child, and found the body of a big wolf underneath that Gelert had slain, and his child was safe.
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