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savage，brutishlouts，out—and—outJohnBulls，andthereforehecalledthemCarnSaeson。"

"Thankyou，sir，"saidmycompanion；"Inowthoroughlyunderstandthemeaningofcarn。WheneverIgotoChester，andadressed—upmadamjostlesagainstme，Ishallcallhercarn—butein。ThePopeofRomeIshallinfuturetermcarn—lleidyrybyd，orthearchthiefoftheworld。AndwheneverIseeastupid，brutalEnglishmanswaggeringaboutLlangollen，andlookingdownuponuspoorWelsh，I

shallsaytomyselfGethome，youcarnSais！Well，sir，wearenownearLlangollen；Imustturntotheleft。Yougostraightforward。

Ineverhadsuchanagreeablewalkinmylife。MayIaskyourname？"

Itoldhimmyname，andaskedhimforhis。

"EdwardJones，"hereplied。

CHAPTERX

TheBerwyn—MountainCottage—TheBarber’sPole。

ONthefollowingmorningIstrolleduptheBerwynonthesouth—westofthetown，byabroadwindingpath，whichwasatfirstverysteep，butbydegreesbecamelessso。WhenIhadaccomplishedaboutthreepartsoftheascentIcametoaplacewheretheroad，orpath，dividedintotwo。Itooktheonetotheleft，whichseeminglyledtothetopofthemountain，andpresentlycametoacottagefromwhichadogrushedbarkingtowardsme；anoldwoman，however，comingtothedoorcalledhimback。IsaidafewwordstoherinWelsh，whereuponinbrokenEnglishsheaskedmetoenterthecottageandtakeaglassofmilk。Iwentinandsatdownonachairwhichasickly—lookingyoungwomanhandedtome。IaskedherinEnglishwhoshewas，butshemadenoanswer，whereupontheoldwomantoldmethatshewasherdaughterandhadnoEnglish。IthenaskedherinWelshwhatwasthematterwithher，sherepliedthatshehadthecrydorague。Theoldwomannowbroughtmeaglassofmilk，andsaidintheWelshlanguagethatshehopedIshouldlikeit。WhatfurtherconversationwehadwasintheCambriantongue。

Iaskedthenameofthedog，whowasnowfondlinguponme，andwastoldthathisnamewasPharaoh。Iinquirediftheyhadanybooks，andwasshowntwo，oneacommonBibleprintedbytheBibleSociety，andtheotheravolumeinwhichthebookofprayeroftheChurchofEnglandwasboundupwiththeBible，bothprintedatOxford，aboutthemiddleofthelastcentury。IfoundthatbothmotheranddaughterwereCalvinistic—Methodists。AfteralittlefurtherdiscourseIgotupandgavetheoldwomantwopenceforthemilk；

sheacceptedit，butwithgreatreluctance。IinquiredwhetherbyfollowingtheroadIcouldgettothePenybrynorthetopofthehill。Theyshooktheirheads，andtheyoungwomansaidthatI

couldnot，astheroadpresentlytookaturnandwentdown。I

askedherhowIcouldgettothetopofthehill。"Whichpartofthetop？"saidshe。"I’rgoruchaf，"Ireplied。"Thatmustbewherethebarber’spolestands，"saidshe。"Whydoesthebarber’spolestandthere？"saidI。"Abarberwashangedtherealongtimeago，"saidshe，"andthepolewasplacedtoshowthespot。""Whywashehanged？"saidI。"Formurderinghiswife，"saidshe。I

askedhersomequestionsaboutthemurder，buttheonlyinformationshecouldgivemewas，thatitwasaverybadmurderandoccurredalongtimeago。Ihadobservedthepolefromourgarden，atLlangollen，buthadconcludedthatitwasacommonflagstaff。I

inquiredthewaytoit。Itwasnotvisiblefromthecottage，buttheygavemedirectionshowtoreachit。Ibadethemfarewell，andinaboutaquarterofanhourreachedthepoleonthetopofthehill。IimaginedthatIshouldhaveagloriousviewofthevaleofLlangollenfromthespotwhereitstood；theview，however，didnotanswermyexpectations。IreturnedtoLlangollenbynearlythesamewaybywhichIhadcome。

TheremainderofthedayIspententirelywithmyfamily，whomattheirparticularrequestItookintheeveningtoseePlasNewydd，oncethevillaofthetwoladiesofLlangollen。Itliesonthefarthersideofthebridge，atalittledistancefromthebackpartofthechurch。Thereisathoroughfarethroughthegrounds，whicharenotextensive。PlasNewyddortheNewPlaceisasmallgloomymansion，withacuriousdairyontheright—handside，asyougouptoit，andaremarkablestonepump。Anoldmanwhomwemetinthegrounds，andwithwhomIenteredintoconversation，saidthatherememberedthebuildingofthehouse，andthattheplacewhereitnowstandswascalledbeforeitserectionPenymaes，ortheheadofthefield。

CHAPTERXI

WelshFarm—House—APoet’sGrandson—Hospitality—MountainVillage—Madoc—TheNativeValley—CorpseCandles—TheMidnightCall。

MYcuriosityhavingbeenratherexcitedwithrespecttothecountrybeyondtheBerwyn，bywhatmyfriend，theintelligentflannel—

worker，hadtoldmeaboutit，Ideterminedtogoandseeit。

AccordinglyonFridaymorningIsetout。HavingpassedbyPengwernHallIturnedupalaneinthedirectionofthesouth，withabrookontherightrunningamongsthazels，Ipresentlyarrivedatasmallfarm—housestandingontheleftwithalittleyardbeforeit。

SeeingawomanatthedoorIaskedherinEnglishiftheroadinwhichIwaswouldtakemeacrossthemountain—shesaiditwould，andforthwithcriedtoamanworkinginafieldwholefthisworkandcametowardsus。"Thatismyhusband，"saidshe；"hehasmoreEnglishthanI。"

ThemancameupandaddressedmeinverygoodEnglish：hehadabrisk，intelligentlook，andwasaboutsixty。Irepeatedthequestion，whichIhadputtohiswife，andhealsosaidthatbyfollowingtheroadIcouldgetacrossthemountain。Wesoongotintoconversation。HetoldmethatthelittlefarminwhichhelivedbelongedtothepersonwhohadboughtPengwernHall。Hesaidthathewasagoodkindofgentleman，butdidnotliketheWelsh。

Iaskedhim，ifthegentlemaninquestiondidnotliketheWelsh，whyhecametoliveamongthem。Hesmiled，andIthensaidthatI

likedtheWelshverymuch，andwasparticularlyfondoftheirlanguage。HeaskedmewhetherIcouldreadWelsh，andonmytellinghimIcould，hesaidthatifIwouldwalkinhewouldshowmeaWelshbook。Iwentwithhimandhiswifeintoaneatkindofkitchen，flaggedwithstone，wherewereseveralyoungpeople，theirchildren。IspokesomeWelshtothemwhichappearedtogivethemgreatsatisfaction。Themanwenttoashelfandtakingdownabookputitintomyhand。ItwasaWelshbook，andthetitleofitinEnglishwas"EveningWorkoftheWelsh。"ItcontainedthelivesofillustriousWelshmen，commencingwiththatofCadwalader。Ireadapageofitaloud，whilethefamilystoodroundandwonderedtohearaSaxonreadtheirlanguage。IenteredintodiscoursewiththemanaboutWelshpoetryandrepeatedthefamousprophecyofTaliesinabouttheCoilingSerpent。IaskedhimiftheWelshhadanypoetsatthepresentday。"Plenty，"saidhe，"andgoodones—Walescanneverbewithoutapoet。"Thenafterapausehesaid，thathewasthegrandsonofagreatpoet。

"Doyoubearhisname？"saidI。

"Ido，"hereplied。

"Whatmayitbe？"

"Hughes，"heanswered。

"TwoofthenameofHugheshavebeenpoets，"saidI—"onewasHuwHughes，generallytermedtheBarddCoch，orredbard；hewasanAngleseaman，andthefriendofLewisMorrisandGronwyOwen—theotherwasJonathanHughes，wherehelivedIknownot。"

"Helivedhere，inthisveryhouse，"saidtheman。"JonathanHugheswasmygrandfather！"andashespokehiseyesflashedfire。

"Dearme！"saidI；"Ireadsomeofhispiecesthirty—twoyearsagowhenIwasaladinEngland。IthinkIcanrepeatsomeofthelines。"IthenrepeatedaquartetwhichIchancedtoremember。

"Ah！"saidtheman，"Iseeyouknowhispoetry。ComeintothenextroomandIwillshowyouhischair。"Heledmeintoasleeping—

roomontherighthand，whereinacornerheshowedmeanantiquethree—corneredarm—chair。"Thatchair，"saidhe，"mygrandsirewonatLlangollen，atanEisteddfodofBards。Variousbardsrecitedtheirpoetry，butmygrandfatherwontheprize。Ah，hewasagoodpoet。HealsowonaprizeoffifteenguineasatameetingofbardsinLondon。"

Wereturnedtothekitchen，whereIfoundthegoodwomanofthehousewaitingwithaplateofbread—and—butterinonehand，andaglassofbuttermilkintheother—shepressedmetopartakeofboth—Idranksomeofthebuttermilk，whichwasexcellent，andafteralittlemorediscourseshookthekindpeoplebythehandandthankedthemfortheirhospitality。AsIwasabouttodepartthemansaidthatIshouldfindthelanefartherupverywet，andthatIhadbettermountthroughafieldatthebackofthehouse。Hetookmetoagate，whichheopened，andthenpointedoutthewaywhichImustpursue。AsIwentawayhesaidthatbothheandhisfamilyshouldbealwayshappytoseemeatTyynyPistyll，whichwords，interpreted，arethehousebythespoutofwater。

Iwentupthefieldwiththelaneonmyright，downwhichranarunnelofwater，fromwhichdoubtlessthehousederiveditsname。

Isooncametoanunenclosedpartofthemountaincoveredwithgorseandwhin，andstillproceedingupwardreachedaroad，whichI

subsequentlylearnedwasthemainroadfromLlangollenoverthehill。Iwasnotlongingainingthetopwhichwasnearlylevel。

HereIstoodforsometimelookingaboutme，havingthevaleofLlangollentothenorthofme，andadeepvalleyaboundingwithwoodsandrockstothesouth。

Followingtheroadtothesouth，whichgraduallydescended，Isooncametoaplacewherearoaddivergedfromthestraightonetotheleft。Astheleft—handroadappearedtoleaddownaromanticvalleyIfollowedit。Thescenerywasbeautiful—steephillsoneachside。Ontherightwasadeepravine，downwhichranabrook；

thehillbeyonditwascoveredtowardsthetopwithawood，apparentlyofoak，betweenwhichandtheravineweresmallgreenfields。Bothsidesoftheravinewerefringedwithtrees，chieflyash。Idescendedtheroadwhichwaszigzagandsteep，andatlastarrivedatthebottomofthevalley，wheretherewasasmallhamlet。Onthefurthersideofthevalleytotheeastwasasteephillonwhichwereafewhouses—atthefootofthehillwasabrookcrossedbyanantiquebridgeofasinglearch。Idirectedmycoursetothebridge，andafterlookingovertheparapetforaminuteortwouponthewaterbelow，whichwasshallowandnoisy，ascendedaroadwhichledupthehill：afewscatteredhouseswereoneachside。Isoonreachedthetopofthehill，whereweresomemorehouses，thosewhichIhadseenfromthevalleybelow。IwasinaWelshmountainvillage，whichputmemuchinmindofthevillageswhichIhadstrolledthroughofoldinCastileandLaMancha；therewerethesamesilenceanddesolationhereasyonderaway—thehouseswerebuiltofthesamematerial，namelystone。I

shouldperhapshavefanciedmyselfforamomentinaCastilianorMancheganmountainpueblicito，butfortheabundanceoftreeswhichmetmyeyeoneveryside。

InwalkingupthismountainvillageIsawnoone，andheardnosoundbuttheechoofmystepsamongstthehouses。AsIreturned，however，Isawamanstandingatadoor—hewasashortfigure，aboutfifty。Hehadanoldhatonhishead，astickinhishand，andwasdressedinaduffelgreatcoat。

"Good—day，friend，"saidI；"whatbethenameofthisplace？"

"PontFadog，sir，isitsname，forwantofabetter。"

"That’safinename，"saidI；"itsignifiesinEnglishthebridgeofMadoc。"

"Justso，sir；IseeyouknowWelsh。"

"AndIseeyouknowEnglish，"saidI。

"Verylittle，sir；IcanreadEnglishmuchbetterthanIcanspeakit。"

"SocanIWelsh，"saidI。"Isupposethevillageisnamedafterthebridge。"

"Nodoubtitis，sir。"

"AndwhywasthebridgecalledthebridgeofMadoc？"saidI。

"BecauseoneMadocbuiltit，sir。"

"WashethesonofOwainGwynedd？"saidI。

"Ah，IseeyouknowallaboutWales，sir。Yes，sir；hebuiltit，orIdaresayhebuiltit，MadawgapOwainGwynedd。Ihavereadmuchabouthim—hewasagreatsailor，sir，andwasthefirsttodiscoverTiryGorllewinorAmerica。NotmanyyearsagohistombwasdiscoveredtherewithaninscriptioninoldWelsh—sayingwhohewas，andhowhelovedthesea。Ihaveseenthelineswhichwerefoundonthetomb。"

"SohaveI，"saidI；"oratleastthosewhichweresaidtobefoundonatomb：theyrunthusinEnglish：—

"’Here，aftersailingfarIMadoclie，OfOwainGwyneddlawfulprogeny：

Theverdantlandhadlittlecharmsforme；

FromearliestyouthIlovedthedark—bluesea。’"

"Ah，sir，"saidtheman，"IseeyouknowallaboutthesonofOwainGwynedd。Well，sir，thoselines，orsomethinglikethem，werefounduponthetombofMadocinAmerica。"

"ThatIdoubt，"saidI。

"Doyoudoubt，sir，thatMadocdiscoveredAmerica？"

"Notintheleast，"saidI；"butIdoubtverymuchthathistombwaseverdiscoveredwiththeinscriptionwhichyoualludetouponit。"

"Butitwas，sir，Idoassureyou，andthedescendantsofMadocandhispeoplearestilltobefoundinapartofAmericaspeakingthepureiaithCymraegbetterWelshthanweofWalesdo。"

"ThatIdoubt"saidI。"However，theideaisaprettyone；

thereforecherishit。Thisisabeautifulcountry。"

"Averybeautifulcountry，sir；thereisnonemorebeautifulinallWales。"

"Whatisthenameoftheriver，whichrunsbeneaththebridge？"

"TheCeiriog，sir。"

"TheCeiriog，"saidI；"theCeiriog！"

"Didyoueverhearthenamebefore，sir？"

"IhaveheardoftheEosCeiriog，"saidI；"theNightingaleofCeiriog。"

"ThatwasHuwMorris，sir；hewascalledtheNightingaleofCeiriog。"

"Didhelivehereabout？"

"Ohno，sir；helivedfarawayuptowardstheheadofthevalley，ataplacecalledPontyMeibion。"

"Areyouacquaintedwithhisworks？"saidI。

"Ohyes，sir，atleastwithsomeofthem。IhavereadtheMarwnadonBarbaraMiddleton；andlikewisethepieceonOliverandhismen。

Ah，itisafunnypiecethat—hedidnotlikeOlivernorhismen。"

"Ofwhatprofessionareyou？"saidI；"areyouaschoolmasterorapothecary？"

"Neither，sir，neither；Iammerelyapoorshoemaker。"

"Youknowagreatdealforashoemaker，"saidI。

"Ah，sir；therearemanyshoemakersinWaleswhoknowmuchmorethanI。"

"ButnotinEngland，"saidI。"Well，farewell。"

"Farewell，sir。Whenyouhaveanybootstomendorshoes，sir—I

shallbehappytoserveyou。"

"Idonotliveintheseparts，"saidI。

"No，sir；butyouarecomingtolivehere。"

"Howdoyouknowthat？"saidI。

"Iknowitverywell，sir；youleftthesepartsveryyoung，andwentfaraway—totheEastIndies，sir，whereyoumadealargefortuneinthemedicalline，sir；youarenowcomingbacktoyourownvalley，whereyouwillbuyaproperty，andsettledown，andtrytorecoveryourlanguage，sir，andyourhealth，sir；foryouarenotthepersonyoupretendtobe，sir：Iknowyouverywell，andshallbehappytoworkforyou。"

"Well，"saidI，"ifIeversettledownhere，Ishallbehappytoemployyou。Farewell。"

IwentbackthewayIhadcome，tillIreachedthelittlehamlet。

Seeingasmallpublic—house，Ienteredit。Agood—lookingwoman，whometmeinthepassage，usheredmeintoaneatsandedkitchen，handedmeachairandinquiredmycommands；Isatdown，andtoldhertobringmesomeale；shebroughtit，andthenseatedherselfbyabenchclosebythedoor。

"Ratheraquietplacethis，"saidI，"IhaveseenbuttwofacessinceIcameoverthehill，andyoursisone。"

"Rathertooquiet，sir，"saidthegoodwoman，"onewouldwishtohavemorevisitors。"

"Isuppose，"saidI，"peoplefromLlangollenoccasionallycometovisityou。"

"Sometimes，sir，forcuriosity’ssake；butveryrarely—thewayisverysteep。"

"DotheTylwythTegeverpayyouvisits？"

"TheTylwythTeg，sir？"

"Yes；thefairies。Dotheynevercometohaveadanceonthegreenswardinthisneighbourhood？"

"Veryrarely，sir；indeed，Idonotknowhowlongitissincetheyhavebeenseen。"

"Youhaveneverseenthem？"

"Ihavenot，sir；butIbelievetherearepeoplelivingwhohave。"

"Arecorpsecandleseverseenonthebankofthatriver？"

"Ihaveneverheardofmorethanonebeingseen，sir，andthatwasataplacewhereatinkerwasdrownedafewnightsafter—therecamedownaflood；andthetinkerintryingtocrossbytheusualfordwasdrowned。"

"Anddidthecandleprognosticate，Imeanforeshowhisdeath？"

"Itdid，sir。Whenapersonistodiehiscandleisseenafewnightsbeforethetimeofhisdeath。"

"Haveyoueverseenacorpsecandle？"

"Ihave，sir；andasyouseemtobearespectablegentleman，Iwilltellyouallaboutit。WhenIwasagirlIlivedwithmyparentsalittlewayfromhere。Ihadacousin，averygoodyoungman，wholivedwithhisparentsintheneighbourhoodofourhouse。Hewasanexemplaryyoungman，sir，andhavingaconsiderablegiftofprayer，wasintendedfortheministry；buthefellsick，andshortlybecameveryillindeed。Oneeveningwhenhewaslyinginthisstate，asIwasreturninghomefrommilking，Isawacandleproceedingfrommycousin’shouse。Istoodstillandlookedatit。

Itmovedslowlyforwardforalittleway，andthenmountedhighintheairabovethewood，whichstoodnotfarinfrontofthehouse，anddisappeared。Justthreenightsafterthatmycousindied。"

"Andyouthinkthatwhatyousawwashiscorpsecandle？"

"Ido，sir！whatelseshoulditbe？"

"Aredeathsprognosticatedbyanyothermeansthancorpsecandles？"

"Theyare，sir；bytheknockers，andbyasupernaturalvoiceheardatnight。"

"Haveyoueverheardtheknockers，orthesupernaturalvoice？"

"Ihavenot，sir；butmyfatherandmother，whoarenowdead，heardonceasupernaturalvoice，andknocking。Mymotherhadasisterwhowasmarriedlikeherself，andexpectedtobeconfined。Dayafterday，however，passedaway，withoutherconfinementtakingplace。Mymotherexpectedeverymomenttobesummonedtoherassistance，andwassoanxiousaboutherthatshecouldnotrestatnight。Onenight，asshelayinbed，bythesideofherhusband，betweensleepingandwaking，sheheardofasuddenahorsecomingstump，stump，uptothedoor。Thentherewasapause—sheexpectedeverymomenttohearsomeonecryout，andtellhertocometohersister，butsheheardnofarthersound，neithervoicenorstumpofhorse。Shethoughtshehadbeendeceived，so，withoutawakeningherhusband，shetriedtogotosleep，butsleepshecouldnot。Thenextnight，ataboutthesametime，sheagainheardahorse’sfeetcomestump，stump，uptothedoor。Shenowwakedherhusbandandtoldhimtolisten。Hedidso，andbothheardthestumping。Presently，thestumpingceased，andthentherewasaloud"Hey！"asifsomebodywishedtowakethem。"Hey！"saidmyfather，andtheybothlayforaminuteexpectingtohearsomethingmore，buttheyheardnothing。Myfatherthensprangoutofbed，andlookedoutofthewindow；itwasbrightmoonlight，buthesawnothing。Thenextnight，astheylayinbedbothasleep，theyweresuddenlyarousedbyaloudandterribleknocking。Outsprangmyfatherfromthebed，flungopenthewindow，andlookedout，buttherewasnooneatthedoor。Thenextmorning，however，amessengerarrivedwiththeintelligencethatmyaunthadhadadreadfulconfinementwithtwinsinthenight，andthatbothsheandthebabesweredead。"

"Thankyou，"saidI；andpayingformyale，IreturnedtoLlangollen。

CHAPTERXII

ACalvinistic—Methodist—TurnforSaxon—OurCongregation—PontyCyssyltau—CatherineLingo。

IHADinquiredofthegoodwomanofthehouse，inwhichwelived，whethershecouldnotprocureapersontoaccompanymeoccasionallyinmywalks，whowaswellacquaintedwiththestrangenooksandcornersofthecountry，andwhocouldspeaknolanguagebutWelsh；

asIwishedtoincreasemyknowledgeofcolloquialWelshbyhavingacompanionwhowouldbeobliged，inallhehadtosaytome，toaddressmeinWelsh，andtowhomIshouldperforcehavetoreplyinthattongue。Thegoodladyhadtoldmethattherewasatenantofherswholivedinoneofthecottages，whichlookedintotheperllan，who，shebelieved，wouldbegladtogowithme，andwasjustthekindofmanIwasinquestof。ThedayafterIhadmetwiththeadventures，whichIhaverelatedintheprecedingchapter，sheinformedmethatthepersoninquestionwasawaitingmyordersinthekitchen。Itoldhertoletmeseehim。Hepresentlymadehisappearance。Hewasaboutforty—fiveyearsofage，ofmiddlestature，andhadagood—naturedopencountenance。Hisdresswaspoor，butclean。

"Well，"saidItohiminWelsh，"areyoutheCumrowhocanspeaknoSaxon？"

"Intruth，sir，Iam。"

"AreyousurethatyouknownoSaxon？"

"Sir！Imayknowafewwords，butIcannotconverseinSaxon，norunderstandaconversationinthattongue。"

"CanyoureadCumraeg？"

"Intruth，sir，Ican。"

"Whathaveyoureadinit？"

"Ihaveread，sir，theYsgrythyr—lan，tillIhaveitnearlyattheendsofmyfingers。"

"HaveyoureadanythingelsebesidestheholyScripture？"

"Ireadthenewspaper，sir，whenkindfriendslendittome。"

"InCumraeg？"

"Yes，sir，inCumraeg。IcanreadSaxonalittlebutnotsufficienttounderstandaSaxonnewspaper。"

"Whatnewspaperdoyouread？"

"Iread，sir，YrAmserau。"

"Isthatagoodnewspaper？"

"Verygood，sir，itiswrittenbygoodmen。"

"Whoarethey？"

"Theyareourministers，sir。"

"Ofwhatreligionareyou？"

"ACalvinisticMethodist，sir。"

"WhyareyouoftheMethodistreligion？"

"Becauseitisthetruereligion，sir。"

"Youshouldnotbebigoted。IfIhadmoreCumraegthanIhave，I

wouldprovetoyouthattheonlytruereligionisthatoftheLloegrianChurch。"

"Intruth，sir，youcouldnotdothat；hadyoualltheCumraeginCumruyoucouldnotdothat。"

"Whatareyoubytrade？"

"Iamagwehydd，sir。"

"Whatdoyouearnbyweaving？"

"Aboutfiveshillingsaweek，sir。"

"Haveyouawife？

"Ihave，sir。"

"Doessheearnanything？"

"Veryseldom，sir；sheisagoodwife，butisgenerallysick。"

"Haveyouchildren？"

"Ihavethree，sir。"

"Dotheyearnanything？"

"Myeldestson，sir，sometimesearnsafewpence，theothersareverysmall。"

"Willyousometimeswalkwithme，ifIpayyou？"

"Ishallbealwaysgladtowalkwithyou，sir，whetheryoupaymeornot。"

"DoyouthinkitlawfultowalkwithoneoftheLloegrianChurch？"

"Perhaps，sir，IoughttoaskthegentlemanoftheLloegrianChurchwhetherhethinksitlawfultowalkwiththepoorMethodistweaver。"

"Well，Ithinkwemayventuretowalkwithoneanother。Whatisyourname？"

"JohnJones，sir。"

"Jones！Jones！Iwaswalkingwithamanofthatnametheothernight。"

"Themanwithwhomyouwalkedtheothernightismybrother，sir，andwhathesaidtomeaboutyoumademewishtowalkwithyoualso。"

"ButhespokeverygoodEnglish。"

"MybrotherhadaturnforSaxon，sir；Ihadnot。SomepeoplehaveaturnfortheSaxon，othershavenot。IhavenoSaxon，sir，mywifehasdigoniawn—mytwoyoungestchildrenspeakgoodSaxon，sir，myeldestsonnotaword。"

"Well；shallwesetout？"