04/08/2026
A great story. Years ago the musical "Greater than gold" was participated in by young people from our parish.
Mary Jones walked barefoot for twenty-six miles across Welsh mountains in 1800 to buy a Bible. She was sixteen. The man who sold it to her had none left. What happened next changed two centuries.
She had saved for six years. Small coins from odd work, carefully kept. She lived in Llanfihangel-y-Pennant, a village folded into the mountains of Snowdonia, and her family had little. But Mary had heard passages of scripture read aloud at a neighbour's house and made a decision: she would own a Bible of her own. In Welsh. So she could read it herself.
She learned to read first. She walked two miles each way to borrow a neighbour's copy and study it by candlelight. For six years she worked and saved. When she finally had enough coins clutched in her hand, she set out on foot for Bala, in North Wales. Twenty-six miles. Over mountain roads. Barefoot.
Thomas Charles was waiting at the other end — not for her, but for anyone who needed what he had spent years trying to provide. Charles was a Methodist preacher who had made it his work to supply Welsh-language Bibles to the poor. Demand was fierce. Print runs were small. By the time Mary arrived at his door in 1800, exhausted and hopeful, he had already sold every copy he had.
He told her so.
She did not leave. She stood there. Worn feet. Coins in hand. She had walked twenty-six miles. She had saved for six years. She had learned to read for this moment. She asked again.
Charles looked at her. Then he looked at his shelves. He found one Bible — his own personal copy, the one he had kept back for himself. He sold it to her.
Then he wept.
The scene would not leave him. A sixteen-year-old girl, barefoot, who had worked half her childhood for a single book. If one child in a Welsh village was willing to walk that far and save that long, how many others were there? How many across Wales, across Britain, across the world, who wanted to read scripture in their own language and had no way to obtain it?
Charles carried the story with him. In 1802, he travelled to London and told it to a group of evangelical Christians meeting in a room on Paternoster Row. He described Mary Jones. He described the demand. He described the gap between how many Bibles were printed and how many were needed.
One of the men in the room, a Baptist minister named Joseph Hughes, asked a question: if the need was so great in Wales, what about the rest of the world? What about India, Africa, the Pacific? What if they formed a society — not to evangelise, not to send missionaries, but simply to print and distribute Bibles in every language, to anyone who wanted one?
On 7 March 1804, they founded the British and Foreign Bible Society. It would become one of the largest publishers in history. It would print Bibles in over 700 languages. It would send copies to every inhabited continent. It would operate for more than two centuries.
Because a Welsh girl walked barefoot to Bala in 1800, and a preacher could not forget her.
Mary Jones kept her Bible for the rest of her life. She married, raised children, and died in 1864 at the age of eighty. The Bible she had walked for, saved for, and stood in a doorway for is still kept — preserved in the archives of the Bible Society, in Cambridge.
The full story is over at Britain Untold, where we're digging up the moments that shaped these islands — one forgotten name at a time.
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