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Title: The South Wales coast from Chepstow to Aberystwyth
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Rhys, Ernest, 1859-1946
Subjects: Wales -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : T. Fisher Unwin
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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n he had gone by, far aheadof me, a string of what looked rather like a troopof women, continually changing their order andcrossing to and fro, appeared on the dusty highway.Presently, one of them fell down, and then theyresolved themselves into a troop of school children.Just below the rise to Caerwent village, whereone tries to figure the last entrance to the oldRoman town, I overtook them. The child that hadfallen was a small boy, fair-haired, burstinglyplump and well cared for; he was still sobbing in aperfunctory way; while two little girls held his fathand and several others formed a body-guard inwhite pinafores, behaving as if he was a hero beingled in triumph to the camp. A penny dried his tears.In the last glimpse I had, the youngsters were clus-tered like white butterflies round a small villageshop, with lollypops in the window; no doubt verylike those on which the small boys and girls of thecamp formerly spent their Roman halfpence. Everywhere at Caerwent the Roman illusion
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w H O w Ss THE OLD SEVERN CROSSING 29 keeps cropping out in the Monmouth village. Theexcavation-field had just revealed, when I saw it, agateway in a ten-foot cutting, out of which climbeda labourer. The resurrection of a live Romansoldier in helmet and tunic, or a slave with hisrations, a solid wheaten cake, in his hand, wouldnot have been much more startling. The wheatencake was suggested by a twopenny loaf which Isaw a Roman baker handing in at a door. But Caerwent, though they do say, mixing nodoubt the traditions of two Caers in Gwent, thatthe sea once came up to its walls, is too far from ourmain route to be further exploited here. Everyyear the archselogical men are laying bare more ofthe old lines of the Roman city ; and its map willbe made and its record written, plain as that ofPompeii, some five or six years hence. If you return to Portskewett from Caerwent, youcan take another road back, via Caldecot, after ex-ploring the old wall and round buttress behind andbelow the chu

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