"TworegularSaxon—hatingWelshwomen,"saidI,philosophically;
"justofthesamesortnodoubtasthosewhoplayedsuchpranksontheslainbodiesoftheEnglishsoldiers,afterthevictoryachievedbyGlendoweroverMortimerontheSevern’sside。"
Iproceededinthedirectionindicated,windingroundthesideofthehill,thesamemountainwhichtheoldmanhadpointedouttomesometimebefore。Atlength,onmakingaturnIsawaveryloftymountaininthefardistancetothesouth—west,ahillrightbeforemetothesouth,and,onmyleft,ameadowoverhungbythesouthernhill,inthemiddleofwhichstoodahousefromwhichproceededaviolentbarkingofdogs。Iwouldfainhavemadeimmediatelyuptoitforthepurposeofinquiringmyway,butsawnomeansofdoingso,ahighprecipitousbanklyingbetweenitandme。Iwentforwardandascendedthesideofthehillbeforeme,andpresentlycametoapathrunningeastandwest。Ifolloweditalittlewaytowardstheeast。Iwasnowjustabovethehouse,andsawsomechildrenandsomedogsstandingbesideit。SuddenlyIfoundmyselfclosetoamanwhostoodinahollowpartoftheroad,fromwhichanarrowpathleddowntothehouse;adonkeywithpanniersstoodbesidehim。Hewasaboutfiftyyearsofage,withacarbuncledcountenance,highbutnarrowforehead,greyeyebrows,andsmall,malignantgreyeyes。Hehadawhitehat,withnarroweavesandthecrownpartlyknockedout,atornbluecoat,corduroybreeches,longstockingsandhighlows。Hewassuckingacuttypipe,butseemedunabletoextractanysmokefromit。Hehadalltheappearanceofavagabond,andofaratherdangerousvagabond。Inoddedtohim,andaskedhiminWelshthenameoftheplace。Heglaredatmemalignantly,then,takingthepipeoutofhismouth,saidthathedidnotknow,thathehadbeendownbelowtoinquireandlighthispipe,butcouldgetneitherlightnoranswerfromthechildren。I
askedhimwherehecamefrom,butheevadedthequestionbyaskingwhereIwasgoingto。
"TothePontyGwrDrwg,"saidI。
HethenaskedmeifIwasanEnglishman。
"Ohyes,"saidI,"IamCarnSais;"whereupon,withastrangemixtureinhisfaceofmalignityandcontempt,heansweredinEnglishthathedidn’tunderstandme。
"Youunderstoodmeverywell,"saidI,withoutchangingmylanguage,"tillItoldyouIwasanEnglishman。Harkee,manwiththebrokenhat,youareoneofthebadWelshwhodon’tliketheEnglishtoknowthelanguage,lesttheyshoulddiscoveryourliesandrogueries。"HeevidentlyunderstoodwhatIsaid,forhegnashedhisteeth,thoughhesaidnothing。"Well,"saidI,"I
shallgodowntothosechildrenandinquirethenameofthehouse;"
andIforthwithbegantodescendthepath,thefellowutteringacontemptuous"humph"behindme,asmuchastosay,"Muchyou’llmakeoutdownthere。"Isoonreachedthebottomandadvancedtowardsthehouse。Thedogshadallalongbeenbarkingviolently;
asIdrewneartothem,however,theyceased,andtwoofthelargestcameforwardwaggingtheirtails。"Thedogswerenotbarkingatme,"saidI,"butatthatvagabondabove。"Iwentuptothechildren;theywerefourinnumber,twoboysandtwogirls,allred—haired,buttolerablygood—looking。Theyhadneithershoesnorstockings。"Whatisthenameofthishouse?"saidItotheeldest,aboyaboutsevenyearsold。Helookedatme,butmadenoanswer。
Irepeatedmyquestion;stilltherewasnoanswer,butmethoughtI
heardahumphoftriumphfromthehill。"Don’tcrowquiteyet,oldchap,"thoughtItomyself,andputtingmyhandintomypocket,I
tookoutapenny,andofferingittothechildsaid:"Now,smallman,Pethywyenwyllehwn?"Instantlytheboy’sfacebecameintelligent,andputtingoutafatlittlehand,hetooktheceiniogandsaidinanaudiblewhisper,"WaenyBwlch。""Iamallright,"
saidItomyself;"thatisoneofthenamesoftheplaceswhichtheoldostlersaidImustgothrough。"ThenaddressingmyselftothechildIsaid:"Where’syourfatherandmother?"
"Outonthehill,"whisperedthechild。
"What’syourfather?"
"Ashepherd。"
"Good,"saidI。"Nowcanyoutellmethewaytothebridgeoftheevilman?"Butthefeaturesbecameblank,thefingerwasputtothemouth,andtheheadwashungdown。Thatquestionwasevidentlybeyondthechild’scapacity。"Thankyou!"saidI,andturningroundIregainedthepathonthetopofthebank。Thefellowandhisdonkeywerestillthere。"Ihadnodifficulty,"saidI,"inobtaininginformation;theplace’snameisWaenyBwlch。ButoesgenochdimCumraeg—youhavenoWelsh。"ThereuponIproceededalongthepathinthedirectionoftheeast。Forthwiththefellowsaidsomethingtohisanimal,andbothcamefollowingfastbehind。
Iquickenedmypace,butthefellowandhisbeastwerecloseinmyrear。PresentlyIcametoaplacewhereanotherpathbranchedofftothesouth。Istopped,lookedatit,andthenwenton,butscarcelyhaddonesowhenIheardanotherexulting"humph"behind。
"Iamgoingwrong,"saidItomyself;"thatotherpathisthewaytotheDevil’sBridge,andthescampknowsitorhewouldnothavegrunted。"ForthwithIfacedround,andbrushingpastthefellowwithoutawordturnedintotheotherpathandhurriedalongit。ByasideglancewhichIcastIcouldseehimstaringafterme;
presently,however,heutteredasoundverymuchlikeaWelshcurse,and,kickinghisbeast,proceededonhisway,andIsawnomoreofhim。InalittletimeIcametoasloughwhichcrossedthepath。Ididnotlikethelookofitatall,andtoavoiditventureduponsomegreenmossy—lookinggroundtotheleft,andhadscarcelydonesowhenIfoundmyselfimmersedtothekneesinabog。I,however,pushedforward,andwithsomedifficultygottothepathontheothersideoftheslough。Ifollowedthepath,andinabouthalf—an—hoursawwhatappearedtobehousesatadistance。
"GodgrantthatImaybedrawingnearsomeinhabitedplace!"saidI。
Thepathnowgrewverymiry,andtherewerepoolsofwateroneitherside。Imovedalongslowly。AtlengthIcametoaplacewheresomemenwerebusyinerectingakindofbuilding。Iwentuptothenearestandaskedhimthenameoftheplace。Hehadacrowbarinhishand,washalfnaked,hadawrymouthandonlyoneeye。Hemademenoanswer,butmowedandgibberedatme。
"ForGod’ssake,"saidI,"don’tdoso,buttellmewhereIam!"
Hestillutterednoword,butmowedandgibberedyetmorefrightfullythanbefore。AsIstoodstaringathimanothermancametomeandsaidinbrokenEnglish:"Itisofnousespeakingtohim,sir,heisdeafanddumb。"
"Iamgladheisnoworse,"saidI,"forIreallythoughthewaspossessedwiththeevilone。Mygoodperson,canyoutellmethenameofthisplace?"
"EsgyrnHirion,sir,"saidhe。
"EsgyrnHirion,"saidItomyself;"Esgyrnmeans’bones,’andHirionmeans’long。’IamdoubtlessattheplacewhichtheoldostlercalledLongBones。Ishouldn’twonderifIgettotheDevil’sBridgeto—nightafterall。"Ithenaskedthemanifhecouldtellmethewaytothebridgeoftheevilman,butheshookhisheadandsaidthathehadneverheardofsuchaplace,adding,however,thathewouldgowithmetooneoftheoverseers,whocouldperhapsdirectme。Hethenproceededtowardsarowofbuildings,whichwere,infact,thoseobjectswhichIhadguessedtobehousesinthedistance。Heledmetoacornerhouse,atthedoorofwhichstoodamiddle—agedman,dressedinagreycoat,andsayingtome,"Thispersonisanoverseer,"returnedtohislabour。
Iwentuptotheman,and,salutinghiminEnglish,askedwhetherhecoulddirectmetotheDevil’sBridge,orrathertoPontErwyd。
"Itwouldbeofnousedirectingyou,sir,"saidhe,"forwithallthedirectionsintheworlditwouldbeimpossibleforyoutofindtheway。Youwouldnothaveleftthesepremisesfiveminutesbeforeyouwouldbeinamazewithoutknowingwhichwaytoturn。
Wheredoyoucomefrom?"
"FromMachynlleth,"Ireplied。
"FromMachynlleth!"saidhe。"Well,Ionlywonderyouevergothere,butitwouldbemadnesstogofartheralone。"
"Well,"saidI,"canIobtainaguide?"
"Ireallydon’tknow,"saidhe;"Iamafraidallthemenareengaged。"
Aswewerespeakingayoungmanmadehisappearanceatthedoorfromtheinteriorofthehouse。Hewasdressedinabrownshortcoat,hadaglazedhatonhishead,andhadapalebutveryintelligentcountenance。
"Whatisthematter?"saidhetotheotherman。
"Thisgentleman,"repliedthelatter,"isgoingtoPontErwyd,andwantsaguide。"
"Well,"saidtheyoungman,"wemustfindhimone。Itwillneverdotolethimgobyhimself。"
"Ifyoucanfindmeaguide,"saidI,"Ishallbehappytopayhimforhistrouble。"
"Oh,youcandoasyoupleaseaboutthat,"saidtheyoungman;
"but,payornot,wewouldneversufferyoutoleavethisplacewithoutaguide,andasmuchforourownsakeasyours;forthedirectorsoftheCompanywouldneverforgiveusiftheyheardwehadsufferedagentlemantoleavethesepremiseswithoutaguide,moreespeciallyifhewerelost,asitisahundredtooneyouwouldbeifyouwentbyyourself。"
"Pray,"saidI,"whatCompanyisthis,thedirectorsofwhicharesosolicitousaboutthesafetyofstrangers?"
"ThePotosiMiningCompany,"saidhe,"therichestinallWales。
Butpraywalkinandsitdown,foryoumustbetired。"
CHAPTERLXXXI
TheMiningComptingRoom—NativeofAberystwyth—StoryofaBloodhound—TheYoungGirls—TheMiner’sTale—GwenFrwd—TheTerfyn。
IFOLLOWEDtheyoungmanwiththeglazedhatintoaroom,theothermanfollowingbehindme。Heoftheglazedhatmademesitdownbeforeaturffire,apologisingforitssmokingverymuch。Theroomseemedhalfcompting—room,halfapartment。Therewasawoodendeskwithaledgeruponitbythewindow,whichlookedtothewest,andacampbedsteadextendedfromthesouthernwallnearlyuptothedesk。AfterIhadsatforaboutaminute,theyoungmanaskedmeifIwouldtakeanyrefreshment。Ithankedhimforhiskindoffer,whichIdeclined,saying,however,thatifhewouldobtainmeaguideIshouldfeelmuchobliged。Heturnedtotheothermanandtoldhimtogoandinquirewhethertherewasanyonewhowouldbewillingtogo。Theothernodded,andforthwithwentout。
"Youthink,then,"saidI,"thatIcouldnotfindthewaybymyself?"
"Iamsureofit,"saidhe,"foreventhepeoplebestacquaintedwiththecountryfrequentlylosetheirway。ButImusttellyou,thatifwedofindyouaguide,itwillprobablybeonewhohasnoEnglish。"
"Nevermind,"saidI,"IhaveenoughWelshtoholdacommondiscourse。"
Afinegirlaboutfourteennowcamein,andbeganbustlingabout。
"Whoisthisyounglady?"saidI。
"Thedaughterofacaptainofaneighbouringmine,"saidhe;"shefrequentlycomesherewithmessages,andisalwaysreadytodoaturnaboutthehouse,forsheisveryhandy。"
"HassheanyEnglish?"saidI。
"Notaword,"hereplied。"TheyoungpeopleofthesehillshavenoEnglish,excepttheygoabroadtolearnit。"
"Whathillsarethese?"saidI。
"PartofthePlynlimmonrange,"saidhe。
"Dearme,"saidI,"amInearPlynlimmon?"
"Notveryfarfromit,"saidtheyoungman,"andyouwillbenearerwhenyoureachPontErwyd。"
"Areyouanativeoftheseparts?"saidI。
"Iamnot,"hereplied;"IamanativeofAberystwyth,aplaceonthesea—coastaboutadozenmilesfromhere。"
"Thisseemstobeacold,bleakspot,"saidI;"isithealthy?"
"Ihavereasontosayso,"saidhe;"forIcameherefromAberystwythaboutfourmonthsagoveryunwell,andamnowperfectlyrecovered。IdonotbelievethereisahealthierspotinallWales。"
Wehadsomefurtherdiscourse。ImentionedtohimtheadventurewhichIhadonthehillwiththefellowwiththedonkey。Theyoungmansaidthathehadnodoubtthathewassomeprowlingthief。
"Thedogsoftheshepherd’shouse,"saidI,"didn’tseemtolikehim,anddogsgenerallyknowanevilcustomer。AlongtimeagoI
chancedtobeinaposada,orinn,atValladolidinSpain。Onehotsummer’safternoonIwasseatedinacorridorwhichranroundalargeopencourtinthemiddleoftheinn;afineyellow,three—
parts—grownbloodhoundwaslyingonthegroundbesidemewithwhomIhadbeenplaying,alittletimebefore。Iwasjustabouttofallasleep,whenIhearda’hem’attheoutwarddooroftheposada,whichwasalongwaybelowattheendofapassagewhichcommunicatedwiththecourt。Instantlythehoundstarteduponhislegs,andwithaloudyell,andwitheyesflashingfire,rannearlyroundthecorridor,downaflightofsteps,andthroughthepassagetothegate。Therewasthenadreadfulnoise,inwhichthecriesofahumanbeingandtheyellsofthehoundwereblended。I
forthwithstartedupandrandown,followedbyseveralotherguests,whocamerushingoutoftheirchambersroundthecorridor。
Atthegatewesawamanonthegroundandthehoundtryingtostranglehim。Itwaswiththegreatestdifficulty,andchieflythroughtheinterventionofthemasterofthedog,whohappenedtobepresent,thattheanimalcouldbemadetoquithishold。Theassailedpersonwasaverypowerfulman,buthadanevilcountenance,wasbadlydressed,andhadneitherhat,shoesnorstockings。Weraisedhimupandgavehimwine,whichhedrankgreedily,andpresently,withoutsayingaword,disappeared。Theguestssaidtheyhadnodoubtthathewasamurdererflyingfromjustice,andthatthedogbyhisinstinct,evenatadistance,knewhimtobesuch。Themastersaidthatitwasthefirsttimethatthedoghadeverattackedanyoneorshowntheslightestsymptomofferocity。Nottheleastsingularpartofthematterwas,thatthedogdidnotbelongtothehouse,buttooneoftheguestsfromadistantvillage;thecreaturethereforecouldnotconsideritselfthehouse’sguardian。"
Ihadscarcelyfinishedmytalewhentheothermancameinandsaidthathehadfoundaguide,ayoungmanfromPontErwyd,whowouldbegladofsuchanopportunitytogoandseehisparents,thathewasthendressinghimself,andwouldshortlymakehisappearance。
Inabouttwentyminuteshedidso。Hewasastoutyoungfellowwithacoarsebluecoat,andcoarsewhitefelthat;heheldastickinhishand。Thekindyoungbook—keepernowadvisedustosetoutwithoutdelay,asthedaywasdrawingtoacloseandthewaywaslong。Ishookhimbythehand,toldhimthatIshouldneverforgethiscivility,anddepartedwiththeguide。
Thefineyounggirl,whomIhavealreadymentioned,andanotherabouttwoyearsyounger,departedwithus。TheyweredressedinthegracefulfemaleattireofoldWales。
Weboretothesouthdownadescent,andcametosomemoory,quaggygroundintersectedwithwater—courses。Theagilityoftheyounggirlssurprisedme;theysprangoverthewater—courses,someofwhichwereatleastfourfeetwide,withtheeaseandalacrityoflawns。Afterashorttimewecametoaroad,which,however,wedidnotlongreapthebenefitof,asitonlyledtoamine。Seeingahouseonthetopofahill,Iaskedmyguidewhoseitwas。
"Typowdr,"saidhe,"apowderhouse,"bywhichIsupposedhemeantamagazineofpowderusedforblastinginthemines。HehadnotawordofEnglish……Iftheyounggirlswerenimblewiththeirfeet,theywerenotlesssowiththeirtongues,astheykeptupanincessantgabblewitheachotherandwiththeguide。Iunderstoodlittleofwhattheysaid,theirvolubilitypreventingmefromcatchingmorethanafewwords。Afterwehadgoneabouttwomilesandahalf,theydartedawaywithsurprisingswiftnessdownahilltowardsadistanthouse,where,asIlearnedfrommyguide,thefatheroftheeldestlived。Weascendedahill,passedbetweentwocraggyelevations,andthenwendedtothesouth—eastoverastrange,miryplace,inwhichIthoughtanyoneatnightnotacquaintedwitheveryinchofthewaywouldrunimminentriskofperishing。Ienteredintoconversationwithmyguide。AfteralittletimeheaskedmeifIwasaWelshman。Itoldhimno。
"YoucouldteachmanyaWelshman,"saidhe。
"Whydoyouthinkso?"saidI。
"Becausemanyofyourwordsarequiteabovemycomprehension,"saidhe。
"Nogreatcompliment,"thoughtItomyself;butputtingagoodfaceuponthematterItoldhimthatIknewagreatmanyoldWelshwords。
"IsPotosianoldWelshword?"saidhe。
"No,"saidI;"itisthenameofamineintheDeheubarthofAmerica。"
"Isitaleadmine?"
"No!"saidI,"itisasilvermine。"
"Thenwhydotheycallourmine,whichisaleadmine,bythenameofasilvermine?"
"Becausetheywishtogivepeopletounderstand,"saidI,"thatitisveryrich—asrichinleadasPotosiinsilver。Potosiis,orwas,therichestsilvermineintheworld,andfromithascomeatleastonehalfofthesilverwhichweuseintheshapeofmoneyandotherthings。"
"Well,"saidhe,"Ihavefrequentlyasked,butcouldneverlearnbeforewhyourminewascalledPotosi。"
"Youdidnotaskattherightquarter,"saidI;"theyoungmanwiththeglazedhatcouldhavetoldyouaswellasI。"IinquiredwhytheplacewheretheminewasborethenameofEsgyrnHirionorLongBones。Hetoldmethathedidnotknow,butbelievedthatthebonesofacawrorgianthadbeenfoundthereinancienttimes。I
askedhimiftheminewasdeep。
"Verydeep,"hereplied。
"Doyoulikethelifeofaminer?"saidI。
"Verymuch,"saidhe,"andshouldlikeitmore,butforthenoisesofthehill。"
"Doyoumeanthepowderblasts?"saidI。
"Ohno!"saidhe,"Icarenothingforthem;Imeanthenoisesmadebythespiritsofthehillinthemine。Sometimestheymakesuchnoisesasfrightenthepoorfellowwhoworksundergroundoutofhissenses。OnceonatimeIwasworkingbymyselfverydeepunderground,inalittlechambertowhichaverydeepshaftled。I
hadjusttakenupmylighttosurveymywork,whenallofasuddenIheardadreadfulrushingnoise,asifanimmensequantityofearthhadcometumblingdown。’OhGod!’saidI,andfellbackwards,lettingthelightfall,whichinstantlywentout。I
thoughtthewholeshafthadgivenway,andthatIwasburiedalive。
Ilayforseveralhourshalfstupefied,thinkingnowandthenwhatadreadfulthingitwastobeburiedalive。AtlengthIthoughtI
wouldgetup,gotothemouthoftheshaft,feelthemould,withwhichitwaschokedup,andthencomeback,liedown,anddie。SoIgotupandtotteredtothemouthoftheshaft,putoutmyhandandfelt—nothing;allwasclear。Iwentforward,andpresentlyfelttheladder。Nothinghadfallen;allwasjustthesameaswhenIcamedown。IwasdreadfullyafraidthatIshouldneverbeabletogetupinthedarkwithoutbreakingmyneck;however,Itried,andatlast,withagreatdealoftoilanddanger,gottoaplacewhereothermenwereworking。Thenoisewascausedbythespiritsofthehillinthehopeofdrivingthemineroutofhissenses。
Theyverynearlysucceeded。IshallneverforgethowIfeltwhenI
thoughtIwasburiedalive。Ifitwerenotforthosenoisesinthehill,thelifeofaminerwouldbequiteheavenbelow。"
Wecametoacottagestandingunderahillock,downthesideofwhichtumbledastreamletclosebythenorthernsideofthebuilding。Thedoorwasopen,andinsideweretwoorthreefemalesandsomechildren。"Haveyouanyenwyn?"saidthelad,peepingin。
"Ohyes!"saidavoice—"digon!digon!"Presentlyabuxom,laughinggirlbroughtouttwodishesofbuttermilk,oneofwhichshehandedtomeandtheothertotheguide。Iaskedherthenameoftheplace。
"GwenFrwd—the’FairRivulet,’"saidshe。
"Wholiveshere?"
"Ashepherd。"
"HaveyouanyEnglish?"
"Nagos!"saidshe,burstingintoaloudlaugh。"WhatshouldwedowithEnglishhere?"AfterwehaddrunkthebuttermilkIofferedthegirlsomemoney,butshedrewbackherhandangrily,andsaid:"Wedon’ttakemoneyfromtiredstrangersfortwodropsofbuttermilk;
there’splentywithin,andthereareathousandewesonthehill。
Farvel!"
"Dearme!"thoughtItomyselfasIwalkedaway;"thatIshouldonceinmydayshavefoundshepherdlifesomethingaspoetshaverepresentedit!"
Isawamightymountainataconsiderabledistanceontheright,thesameIbelievewhichIhadnotedsomehoursbefore。IinquiredofmyguidewhetheritwasPlynlimmon。
"Ohno!"saidhe,"thatisGaverse;Pumlimmonistotheleft。"
"Plynlimmonisafamedhill,"saidI;"Isupposeitisveryhigh。"
"Yes!"saidhe,"itishigh;butitisnotfamedbecauseitishigh,butbecausethethreegrandriversoftheworldissuefromitsbreast,theHafren,theRheidol,andtheGwy。"
Nightwasnowcomingrapidlyon,attendedwithadrizzlingrain。I
inquiredifwewerefarfromPontErwyd。"Aboutamile,"saidmyguide;"weshallsoonbethere。"Wequickenedourpace。AfteralittletimeheaskedmeifIwasgoingfartherthanPontErwyd。
"Iamboundforthebridgeoftheevilman,"saidI;"butIdaresayIshallstopatPontErwydto—night。"
"Youwilldoright,"saidhe;"itisonlythreemilesfromPontErwydtothebridgeoftheevilman,butIthinkweshallhaveastormynight。"
"WhenIgettoPontErwyd,"saidI,"howfarshallIbefromSouthWales?"
"FromSouthWales!"saidhe;"youareinSouthWalesnow;youpassedtheTerfynofNorthWalesaquarterofanhourago。"
TherainnowfellfastandtherewassothickamistthatIcouldonlyseeafewyardsbeforeme。Wedescendedintoavalley,atthebottomofwhichIheardariverroaring。
"That’stheRheidol,"saidmyguide,"comingfromPumlimmon,swollenwithrain。"
Withoutdescendingtotheriver,weturnedasideupahill,and,afterpassingbyafewhuts,cametoalargehouse,whichmyguidetoldmewastheinnofPontErwyd。
CHAPTERLXXXII
ConsequentialLandlord—Cheek—DarfelGatherel—DafyddNanmor—
SheepFarms—WholesomeAdvice—TheOldPostman—ThePlantdeBat—TheRobber’sCavern。
MYguidewenttoasidedoor,andopeningitwithoutceremonywentin。Ifollowedandfoundmyselfinaspaciousandcomfortable—
lookingkitchen:alargefireblazedinahugegrate,ononesideofwhichwasasettle;plentyofculinaryutensils,bothpewterandcopper,hungaroundonthewalls,andseveralgoodlyrowsofhamsandsidesofbaconweresuspendedfromtheroof。Therewereseveralpeoplepresent,someonthesettleandothersonchairsinthevicinityofthefire。AsIadvanced,amanarosefromachairandcametowardsme。Hewasaboutthirty—fiveyearsofage,wellandstronglymade,withafreshcomplexion,ahawknose,andakeengreyeye。Heworetop—bootsandbreeches,ahalfjockeycoat,andhadaroundcapmadeoftheskinofsomeanimalonhishead。
"Servant,sir!"saidheinratherasharptone,andsurveyingmewithsomethingofasuperciliousair。
"Yourmostobedienthumbleservant!"saidI;"Ipresumeyouarethelandlordofthishouse。"
"Landlord!"saidhe,"landlord!ItistrueIreceiveguestssometimesintomyhouse,butIdososolelywiththeviewofaccommodatingthem;Idonotdependuponinnkeepingforalivelihood。Ihiretheprincipalpartofthelandinthisneighbourhood。"
"Ifthatbethecase,"saidI,"IhadbettercontinuemywaytotheDevil’sBridge;Iamnotatalltired,andIbelieveitisnotveryfardistant。"
"Oh,asyouarehere,"saidthefarmer—landlord,"Ihopeyouwillstay。Ishouldbeverysorryifanygentlemanshouldleavemyhouseatnightaftercomingwithanintentionofstaying,moreespeciallyinanightlikethis。Martha!"saidhe,turningtoafemalebetweenthirtyandforty—whoIsubsequentlylearnedwasthemistress—"preparetheparlourinstantlyforthisgentleman,anddon’tfailtomakeupagoodfire。"