Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II. A HUNT FOR "WHITE BREAD"—A BRETON BEGGAR— THE FERRY OF CARNOET. We were extremely hungry—famished is perhaps a truer word—for we had started from Landerneau without breakfasting. We wanted to see several places of interest near this pretty little town, and we had reached the inn so late the night before that we had not bespoken any provisions for our journey. This morning when our vehicle—a comfortable- looking machine, with a good horse, a capacious hood, and a seat big enough to hold three behind the driver —came clattering over the uneven stones, our landlord and his wife were still asleep. We asked the name of a place to breakfast at, but both the white-capped staring maids shook their heads ; they could only speak Breton. We asked the driver, but his French was very bad, and he did not seem to comprehend what we said. One of our party understood Breton thoroughly, but she could only speak just sufficient to tell the ugly,sullen-faced fellow that we would stop to breakfast wherever he could find " white bread ;" for although black bread when new is eatable, it seems generally stale and sour, and in this state is most unpalatable. Off we drove, first to see the ruins of King Arthur's castle of La Garde Joyeuse. We could only find a picturesque bit of gateway wreathed with ivy, and a sort of vaulted crypt into which one of us had nearly fallen. The driver was so long in finding out this ruin that we began to feel starved, but though we stopped at every place like an inn in the villages we passed through, the answer was always the same—a shake of the head—when the driver asked for "white bread." After that we tried to find the ruined church of Beuzitconogan, in which is the tomb of Troilus de Montdragon, but our driver either could not or would not get...