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CHAPTER CIX

Arrival at Chepstow--Stirring Lyric--Conclusion.

I passed through Caer Went, once an important Roman station, and for a
long time after the departure of the Romans a celebrated British city,
now a poor desolate place consisting of a few old-fashioned houses and a
strange-looking dilapidated church. No Welsh is spoken at Caer Went, nor
to the east of it, nor indeed for two or three miles before you reach it
from the west.

The country between it and Chepstow, from which it is distant about four
miles, is delightfully green, but somewhat tame.

Chepstow stands on the lower part of a hill, near to where the beautiful
Wye joins the noble Severn. The British name of the place is Aber Wye or
the disemboguement of the Wye. The Saxons gave it the name of Chepstow,
which in their language signifies a place where a market is held, because
even in the time of the Britons it was the site of a great cheap or
market. After the Norman Conquest it became the property of De Clare,
one of William's followers, who built near it an enormous castle, which
enjoyed considerable celebrity during several centuries from having been
the birthplace of Strongbow, the conqueror of Ireland, but which is at
present chiefly illustrious from the mention which is made of it in one
of the most stirring lyrics of modern times, a piece by Walter Scott,
called the "Norman Horseshoe," commemorative of an expedition made by a
De Clare, of Chepstow, with the view of insulting with the print of his
courser's shoe the green meads of Glamorgan, and which commences thus:--

"Red glows the forge"--

I went to the principal inn, where I engaged a private room and ordered
the best dinner which the people could provide. Then leaving my satchel
behind me I went to the castle, amongst the ruins of which I groped and
wandered for nearly an hour, occasionally repeating verses of the Norman
Horseshoe. I then went to the Wye and drank of the waters at its mouth,
even as some time before I had drunk of the waters at its source. Then
returning to my inn I got my dinner, after which I called for a bottle of
port, and placing my feet against the sides of the grate I passed my time
drinking wine and singing Welsh songs till ten o'clock at night, when I
paid my reckoning, amounting to something considerable. Then shouldering
my satchel I proceeded to the railroad station, where I purchased a
first-class ticket, and ensconcing myself