74  SSXTV  YEARS  OF  AN  AGITATOR'S  LIFE.
the  probability  was  that  my  violent  exertions  in  keeping  np  with
the  funeral  party  had  more  to  do  with  it.
The  next  morning  I  went  to  Bettws-y-Coed.  On  my  way
over  the  mountain  I  walked  through  a  cloud  charged  with  snoW|
which,  as  I  had  never  been  in  one  before,  interested  me  very
much.  Afterwards,  I  fell  in  with  a  party  of  four  persons — i  man
and  his  wife,  a  young  girl  and  her  father — walking  leisurely
along.  The  men  told  me  they  were  tailors  from  Coventry,  who
each  year  made  an  excursion  in  that  way  through  some  part  of
England  they  had  not  seen.  They  had  saved  a  little  money  for
the  purpose,  which  seemed  to  me  a  very  wholesome  and  intelli-
gent thing  to  do,  and  deserved  imitation  by  more  people  of  that
occupation.  As  I  wished  for  company,  and  they  some  variety
of  conversation,  it  was  agreed  that  I  should  travel  with  them,
paying  one-fifth  of  the  travelling  expenses,  which  I  had  pre-
viously ascertained  were  small.  Their  plan  was  to  lunch  at
an  inn  door  at  mid-day  on  bread  and  cheese  and  a  little  ale.
