at Henafon near Rhuddlan, and
when the fun was at its height a gentleman came to the farm, and joined
heartily in all the merriment. By and by, card playing was introduced,
and the stranger played better than any present. At last a card fell to
the ground, and the party who picked it up discovered that the clever
player had a cloven foot. In his fright the man screamed out, and
immediately the Evil One--for he it was that had joined the
party--transformed himself into a wheel of fire, and disappeared up the
chimney.

For the next tale I am also indebted to my friend the Rev. Owen Jones.
The story appears in a Welsh MS. in his possession, which he kindly lent
me. I will, first of all, give the tale in the vernacular, and then I
will, for the benefit of my English readers, supply an English
translation.

_Satan Playing Cards on Rhyd-y-Cae Bridge_, _Pentrevoelas_.

"Gwas yn y Gilar a phen campwr ei oes am chwareu cardiau oedd Robert
Llwyd Hari. Ond wrth fyn'd adre' o Rhydlydan, wedi bod yn chwareu yn nhy
Modryb Ann y Green, ar ben y lou groes, daeth boneddwr i'w gyfarfod, ag
aeth yn ymgom rhyngddynt. Gofynodd y boneddwr iddo chware' _match_ o
gardiau gydag e. 'Nid oes genyf gardian,' meddai Bob. 'Oes, y mae genyt
ddau ddec yn dy bocet,' meddai'r boneddwr. Ag fe gytunwyd i chware'
_match_ ar Bont Rhyd-y-Cae, gan ei bod yn oleu lleuad braf. Bu y
boneddwr yn daer iawn arno dd'od i Blas Iolyn, y caent ddigon o oleu yno,
er nad oedd neb yn byw yno ar y pryd. Ond nacaodd yn lan. Aed ati o
ddifrif ar y bont, R. Ll. yn curo bob tro. Ond syrthiodd cardyn dros y
bont, ac fe edrychodd yntau i lawr. Beth welai and carnau ceffyl gan y
boneddwr. Tyngodd ar y Mawredd na chwareuai ddim chwaneg; ar hyn fe aeth
ei bartner yn olwyn o dan rhyngddo a Phlas Iolyn, ac aeth yntau adre' i'r
Gilar." The English of the tale is as follows:--

Robert Llwyd Hari was a servant in Gilar farm, and the champion card
player of his day. When going home from Rhydlydan, after a game of cards
in Aunty Ann's house, called the Green, he was met at the end of the
cross-lane by a gentleman, who entered into conversation with him. The
gentleman asked him to have a game of cards. "I have no cards," answered
Bob. "Yes you have, you have two packs in your pocket," answered the
gentleman. They settled to play a game on the bridge of Rhyd-y-Cae, as
it was a beautiful moonlight night. The gentleman was very pressing that
they should go to