ABSTRACT
Another day passed, and at the close of evening I strolled towards the village. The sky was clear, and a cutting frost augmented the sharpness of the wind that descended from the mountains. An opening which led towards Abergavenny broke the towering amphitheatre of nature which nearly encircled Glenowen, and the setting sun threw a deep crimson hue on the horizon, the warmth of whose colouring but little accorded with the freezing atmosphere of a winter twilight.
