About a hundred yards distant was a small water mill,
built over the rivulet, the wheel going slowly, slowly round; large
quantities of pigs, the generality of them brindled, were either browsing
on the banks or lying close to the sides half immersed in the water; one
immense white hog, the monarch seemingly of the herd, was standing in the
middle of the current. Such was the scene which I saw from the bridge, a
scene of quiet rural life well suited to the brushes of two or three of
the old Dutch painters, or to those of men scarcely inferior to them in
their own style, Gainsborough, Morland, and Crome.
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The name 'Pump Saint' signifies 'Five Saints.' Why the place is called
so I know not. Perhaps the name originally belonged to some chapel which
stood either where the village now stands or in the neighbourhood. The
inn is a good specimen of an ancient Welsh hostelry. Its gable is to the
road and its front to a little space on one side of the way. At a little
distance up the road is a blacksmith's shop. The country around is
interesting: on the north-west is a fine wooded hill--to the south a
valley through which flows the Cothi, a fair river, the one whose murmur
had come so pleasingly upon my ear in the depth of night.
After breakfast I departed for Llandovery. Presently I came to a lodge
on the left-hand beside an ornamental gate at the bottom of an avenue
leading seemingly to a gentleman's seat. On inquiring of a woman, who
sat at the door of the lodge, to whom the grounds belonged, she said to
Mr.
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