"Is the gentleman a Welshman?" said one of the men, near the door, to his companion; "he seems to speak Welsh very well.""How should I know?" said the other, who appeared to be a low working man.
"Who are those people?" said I to John Jones.
"The smaller man is a workman at a flannel manufactory," said Jones. "The other I do not exactly know.""And who is the man on the other side of you?" said I.
"I believe he is an English dealer in gigs and horses," replied Jones, "and that he is come here either to buy or sell."The man, however, soon put me out of all doubt with respect to his profession.
"I was at Chirk," said he; "and Mr So-and-so asked me to have a look at his new gig and horse, and have a ride. I consented. They were both brought out - everything new; gig new, harness new, and horse new. Mr So-and-so asked me what I thought of his turn-out.
I gave a look and said, 'I like the car very well, harness very well, but I don't like the horse at all; a regular bolter, rearer and kicker, or I'm no judge; moreover, he's pigeon-toed.' However, we all got on the car - four of us, and I was of course complimented with the ribbons. Well, we hadn't gone fifty yards before the horse, to make my words partly good, began to kick like a new 'un. However, I managed him, and he went on for a couple of miles till we got to the top of the hill, just above the descent with the precipice on the right hand. Here he began to rear like a very devil.
"'Oh dear me!' says Mr So-and-so; 'let me get out!'
"'Keep where you are,' says I, 'I can manage him.'
"However, Mr So-and-so would not be ruled, and got out; coming down, not on his legs, but his hands and knees. And then the two others said -"'Let us get out!'
"'Keep where you are,' said I, 'I can manage him.'
"But they must needs get out, or rather tumble out, for they both came down on the road, hard on their backs.
"'Get out yourself,' said they all, 'and let the devil go, or you are a done man.'
"'Getting out may do for you young hands,' says I, 'but it won't do for I; neither my back nor bones will stand the hard road.'
"Mr So-and-so ran to the horse's head.
"'Are you mad?' says I, 'if you try to hold him he'll be over the pree-si-pice in a twinkling, and then where am I? Give him head; Ican manage him.'
"So Mr So-and-so got out of the way, and down flew the horse right down the descent, as fast as he could gallop. I tell you what, Ididn't half like it! A pree-si-pice on my right, the rock on my left, and a devil before me, going, like a cannon-ball, right down the hill. However, I contrived, as I said I would, to manage him;kept the car from the rock and from the edge of the gulf too.
Well, just when we had come to the bottom of the hill out comes the people running from the inn, almost covering the road.
"'Now get out of the way,' I shouts, 'if you don't wish to see your brains knocked out, and what would be worse, mine too.'
"So they gets out of the way, and on I spun, I and my devil. But by this time I had nearly taken the devil out of him. Well, he hadn't gone fifty yards on the level ground, when, what do you think he did? why, went regularly over, tumbled down regularly on the road, even as I knew he would some time or other, because why?
he was pigeon-toed. Well, I gets out of the gig, and no sooner did Mr So-and-so come up than I says -"'I likes your car very well, and I likes your harness, but - me if I likes your horse, and it will be some time before you persuade me to drive him again.'"I am a great lover of horses, and an admirer of good driving, and should have wished to have some conversation with this worthy person about horses and their management. I should also have wished to ask him some questions about Wales and the Welsh, as he must have picked up a great deal of curious information about both in his forty years' traffic, notwithstanding he did not know a word of Welsh, but John Jones prevented my further tarrying by saying, that it would be as well to get over the mountain before it was entirely dark. So I got up, paid for my ale, vainly endeavoured to pay for that of my companion, who insisted upon paying for what he had ordered, made a general bow and departed from the house, leaving the horse-dealer and the rest staring at each other and wondering who we were, or at least who I was. We were about to ascend the hill when John Jones asked me whether I should not like to see the bridge and the river. I told him I should. The bridge and the river presented nothing remarkable. The former was of a single arch; and the latter anything but abundant in its flow.
We now began to retrace our steps over the mountain. At first the mist appeared to be nearly cleared away. As we proceeded, however, large sheets began to roll up the mountain sides, and by the time we reached the summit were completely shrouded in vapour. The night, however, was not very dark, and we found our way tolerably well, though once in descending I had nearly tumbled into the nant or dingle, now on our left hand. The bushes and trees, seen indistinctly through the mist, had something the look of goblins, and brought to my mind the elves, which Ab Gwilym of old saw, or thought he saw, in a somewhat similar situation:-"In every hollow dingle stood Of wry-mouth'd elves a wrathful brood."Drenched to the skin, but uninjured in body and limb, we at length reached Llangollen.
