I Took The One To The Left, Which
Seemingly Led To The Top Of The Mountain, And Presently Came To A
Cottage From Which A Dog Rushed Barking Towards Me; An Old Woman,
However, Coming To The Door Called Him Back.
I said a few words to
her in Welsh, whereupon in broken English she asked me to enter the
cottage and take a glass of milk.
I went in and sat down on a
chair which a sickly-looking young woman handed to me. I asked her
in English who she was, but she made no answer, whereupon the old
woman told me that she was her daughter and had no English. I then
asked her in Welsh what was the matter with her, she replied that
she had the cryd or ague. The old woman now brought me a glass of
milk, and said in the Welsh language that she hoped I should like
it. What further conversation we had was in the Cambrian tongue.
I asked the name of the dog, who was now fondling upon me, and was
told that his name was Pharaoh. I inquired if they had any books,
and was shown two, one a common Bible printed by the Bible Society,
and the other a volume in which the book of prayer of the Church of
England was bound up with the Bible, both printed at Oxford, about
the middle of the last century. I found that both mother and
daughter were Calvinistic-Methodists.
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