text:  Through rich fields of grass we sauntered--over stiles we leapt--through hedges we dashed--and occasionally became prosaic enough to walk on for half a mile or so in a country lane but generally we preferred trespassing through a corn-field and losing our way in searching for a short cut across a plantation; and at last after many hairbreadth 'scapes--after being terrified by the bellowing of a bull which turned out to be a sentimental cow giving vent to her agitated feelings in what somebody calls a "gentle voice and low"--after nearly losing half the party by the faithlessness of a plank that crossed a ditch that swarmed with an innumerable multitude of tadpoles--after surpassing these and many other perils we at last got into the quiet road that leads from Penty Goitre bridge down to the church of Llanvair--a large solemn-looking churchyard ornamented with a goodly array of splendid yew-trees and boasting at some former period a majestic stone cross now of course defaced and the very square it stood upon moss-grown and in ruins