Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #235794 in Books
• Published on: 2005-04-02
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 144 pages

From the Inside Flap
This is the amazing tale of Madog - a Welsh prince - and his band of intrepid Welshmen and lusty Viking seafarers who set out for the New World. They encounter storms and monsters at sea, and savages and violence on land, before they finally found a colony of blue-eyed Welsh-speakers amongst the native Indians. The story is all the more fascinating for having a basis in historical fact.

About the Author
Born and educated in Newtown, Powys. Left Newtown and travelled around, including Canada and USA. Returned after sixteen years away. Bought catering business, got married and settled down. Later became founder chariman of Newtown branch of Plaid Cymru. Joined Cofiwn and built the Hyddgen cairn at Nant y Moch. Assisted Peter Barnes in setting up Llywelyn's grave at Abby-Cwm-Hir. Now happily retired.

Excerpted from With Madog to the New World by Malcolm Pryce. Copyright © 2005. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
1820 AD
Zebediah Carter's paddle broke its steady rhythm as his canoe's bow cleared a wide bend in the river. Less than two hundred yards ahead, on the left bank, stood a large Indian village, the domed roofs of the lodges standing out like giant mushrooms against the green prairie. Yet, it was not the buildings that caused him to falter, but the sight of some twenty warriors who stood at the water's edge watching the canoe's approach. Sensing the back end of the light craft break away, he dug his paddle deeply into the water and risked a quick glance over his shoulder.
'Keep paddling, Caleb,'he called out. 'Gotter face them out. After all is said, they's the reason we are here.'
At the rear of the canoe, Caleb Evans took another quick look at the gathered Indians, they obeyed his partner's command. Thrusting his wooden blade into the river at an angle, he corrected the craft's drift, and then paddled strongly forward. At this point the Missouri ran shallow but swiftly in its long journey south, and as the canoe crept slowly toward the village, his mind flitted quickly back over the past few weeks.