Article May 21, 1960 ISSUE

OUR "SUBLIME FORTRESS"

MARJORIE I. BARNS

In one peaceful autumn morning the writer saw three Welsh castles. One of them is an imposing ruin with the unmistakable air, even after several hundred years, of a fortress. Standing on a raised site, it still commands a clear view of all roads approaching it from the surrounding valley.

The forbidding walls rise steeply up to the battlements from which, in former days, the Welsh had fiercely resisted their attackers. Even today the gray stones bear silent witness to their years of keeping watch, the preparedness of bowmen, and the hard-pressed strength with which they defended their fortress.

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