Caradoc, a Welsh prince, wickedly cut it off, and
it rolled down the hill. Where it stopped the spring burst forth; and
the head being picked up was placed on Miss Winifrede's body again. It
became fixed, and she lived for many years afterwards, a little red mark
round her white throat being the only token of her decapitation! So the
story goes.

We are now approaching Abergele, near which such a terrible accident
happened to the Irish mail in 1868. Some trucks had been shunted from a
train in front, and they, by some mistake, came running down the hill to
meet the "Irishman." The driver saw them, and the shock was not severe,
but unfortunately they were filled with oil barrels, which broke open,
the petroleum caught fire, and in two minutes all the fore part of the
train was enveloped in flames.

Nothing could be done; the poor people in the carriages--lords and
ladies and gentlemen--were burned, and with difficulty any escaped. This
was a fearful catastrophe, and quite puts aside any ordinary accidents
which (not a few) have happened to the "Wild Irishman."

Let us leave the scene and come on to Llandudno Junction and Conway
Castle, by which is the first "Tubular Bridge." We have all heard of
Conway Castle, founded by Edward I. If you little folk ever go to Conway
be sure and see the castle, and go all over the thick walls, which will
afford you a pretty view.

But I have something else to tell you about Conway "Tube"--the bridge
through which the railway runs over the river.

Once upon a time--a good many years ago--a lady and gentleman got
permission to walk through the new tubular bridge, which was then a
curiosity. A railway porter was with them and told them no train was
expected on that line, so they went into the tube and darkness.

A strange gentleman who had joined them went on first because the lady
could not go so quickly, and of course her husband remained to assist
her over the rails, and stones, and the girders which support the sides.

But when the lady and gentleman had got halfway through, the first man
was at the end, and saw the down Irish mail approaching on the very line
on which his acquaintances were! He called out--

"Take care of yourselves, a train is coming!" and then he waved his
hands to the engine-driver.

The lady and gentleman in the "tube" could not stand up at the side, and
so they hurried back. It was a terrible race. The "Wild Irishman"
whistling and roaring, hissing and