Satan Playing Cards


A good many years ago I travelled from Pentrevoelas to Yspytty in company

with Mr. Lloyd, the then vicar of the latter parish, who, when crossing

over a bridge that spanned a foaming mountain torrent, called my

attention to the spot, and related to me the following tale connected

with the place:--

A man was returning home late one night from a friend's house, where he

had spent the evening in card playing
and as he was walking along he was

joined by a gentleman, whose conversation was very interesting. At last

they commenced talking about card playing, and the stranger invited the

countryman to try his skill with him, but as it was late, and the man

wanted to go home, he declined, but when they were on the bridge his

companion again pressed him to have a game on the parapet, and proceeded

to take out of his pocket a pack of cards, and at once commenced dealing

them out; consequently, the man could not now refuse to comply with the

request. With varying success game after game was played, but ultimately

the stranger proved himself the more skilful player. Just at this

juncture a card fell into the water; and in their excitement both players

looked over the bridge after it, and the countryman saw to his horror

that his opponent's head, reflected in the water, had on it two horns.

He immediately turned round to have a careful look at his companion; he,

however, did not see him, but in his place was a ball of fire, which

flashed away from his sight.

I must say that when I looked over the bridge I came to the conclusion

that nothing could have been reflected in the water, for it was a rushing

foaming torrent, with no single placid spot upon its surface.

Another version of the preceding tale I obtained from the Rev. Owen

Jones. In this instance the cloven foot and not the horned head was

detected. The scene of this tale is laid in the parish of Rhuddlan near