This bwlch, or hollow way, was a regular pass, which put me wonderfully in mind of the passes of Spain. It took us a long time to get to the top. After resting a minute on the summit we began to descend. My guide pointed out to me some slate-works, at some distance on our left. "There is a great deal of work going on there, sir," said he: "all the slates that you see descending the canal at Llangollen came from there." The next moment we heard a blast, and then a thundering sound: "Llais craig yn syrthiaw; the voice of the rock in falling, sir," said John Jones; "blasting is dangerous and awful work." We reached the bottom of the descent, and proceeded for two or three miles up and down a rough and narrow road; I then turned round and looked at the hills which we had passed over. They looked bulky and huge.
We continued our way, and presently saw marks of a fire in some grass by the side of the road. "Have the Gipsiaid been there?"said I to my guide.
"Hardly, sir; I should rather think that the Gwyddelaid (Irish)have been camping there lately."
"The Gwyddeliad?"
"Yes, sir, the vagabond Gwyddeliad, who at present infest these parts much, and do much more harm than the Gipsiaid ever did.""What do you mean by the Gipsiaid?"
"Dark, handsome people, sir, who occasionally used to come about in vans and carts, the men buying and selling horses, and sometimes tinkering, whilst the women told fortunes.""And they have ceased to come about?"
"Nearly so, sir; I believe they have been frightened away by the Gwyddelod.""What kind of people are these Gwyddelod?
"Savage, brutish people, sir; in general without shoes and stockings, with coarse features and heads of hair like mops.""How do they live?"
"The men tinker a little, sir, but more frequently plunder. The women tell fortunes, and steal whenever they can.""They live something like the Gipsiaid."
"Something, sir; but the hen Gipsiaid were gentlefolks in comparison.""You think the Gipsiaid have been frightened away by the Gwyddelians?""I do, sir; the Gwyddelod made their appearance in these parts about twenty years ago, and since then the Gipsiaid have been rarely seen.""Are these Gwyddelod poor?"
"By no means, sir; they make large sums by plundering and other means, with which, 'tis said, they retire at last to their own country or America, where they buy land and settle down.""What language do they speak?"
"English, sir; they pride themselves on speaking good English, that is to the Welsh. Amongst themselves they discourse in their own Paddy Gwyddel.""Have they no Welsh?"
"Only a few words, sir; I never heard one of them speaking Welsh, save a young girl - she fell sick by the roadside as she was wandering by herself - some people at a farmhouse took her in, and tended her till she was well. During her sickness she took a fancy to their quiet way of life, and when she was recovered she begged to stay with them and serve them. They consented; she became a very good servant, and hearing nothing but Welsh spoken, soon picked up the tongue.""Do you know what became of her?"
"I do, sir; her own people found her out, and wished to take her away with them, but she refused to let them, for by that time she was perfectly reclaimed, had been to chapel, renounced her heathen crefydd, and formed an acquaintance with a young Methodist who had a great gift of prayer, whom she afterwards married - she and her husband live at present not far from Mineira.""I almost wonder that her own people did not kill her.""They threatened to do so, sir, and would doubtless have put their threat into execution, had they not been prevented by the Man on High."And here my guide pointed with his finger reverently upward.
"Is it a long time since you have seen any of these Gwyddeliaid?""About two months, sir, and then a terrible fright they caused me.""How was that?"
"I will tell you, sir; I had been across the Berwyn to carry home a piece of weaving work to a person who employs me. It was night as I returned, and when I was about halfway down the hill, at a place which is called Allt Paddy, because the Gwyddelod are in the habit of taking up their quarters there, I came upon a gang of them, who had come there and camped and lighted their fire, whilst I was on the other side of the hill. There were nearly twenty of them, men and women, and amongst the rest was a man standing naked in a tub of water with two women stroking him down with clouts. He was a large fierce-looking fellow and his body, on which the flame of the fire glittered, was nearly covered with red hair. I never saw such a sight. As I passed they glared at me and talked violently in their Paddy Gwyddel, but did not offer to molest me. I hastened down the hill, and right glad I was when I found myself safe and sound at my house in Llangollen, with my money in my pocket, for Ihad several shillings there, which the man across the hill had paid me for the work which I had done."
