wild wales-第55章
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said: 〃I see you have been here before; sir。〃
〃No;〃 said I; 〃never; but I have read about the Tomen Bala in
books; both Welsh and English。〃
〃You have; sir;〃 said Tom。 〃Well; I am rejoiced to see so book…
learned a gentleman in our house。 The Tomen Bala has puzzled many
a head。 What do the books which mention it say about it; your
honour?〃
〃Very little;〃 said I; 〃beyond mentioning it; what do the people
here say of it?〃
〃All kinds of strange things; your honour。〃
〃Do they say who built it?〃
〃Some say the Tylwyth Teg built it; others that it was cast up over
a dead king by his people。 The truth is; nobody here knows who
built it; or anything about it; save that it is a wonder。 Ah;
those people of Llangollen can show nothing like it。〃
〃Come;〃 said I; 〃you must not be so hard upon the people of
Llangollen。 They appear to me upon the whole to be an eminently
respectable body。〃
The Celtic waiter gave a genuine French shrug。 〃Excuse me; your
honour; for being of a different opinion。 They are all drunkards。〃
〃I have occasionally seen drunken people at Llangollen;〃 said I;
〃but I have likewise seen a great many sober。〃
〃That is; your honour; you have seen them in their sober moments;
but if you had watched; your honour; if you had kept your eye on
them; you would have seen them reeling too。〃
〃That I can hardly believe;〃 said I。
〃Your honour can't! but I can who know them。 They are all
drunkards; and nobody can live among them without being a drunkard。
There was my nephew … 〃
〃What of him?〃 said I。
〃Why he went to Llangollen; your honour; and died of a drunken
fever in less than a month。〃
〃Well; but might he not have died of the same; if he had remained
at home?〃
〃No; your honour; no! he lived here many a year; and never died of
a drunken fever; he was rather fond of liquor; it is true; but he
never died at Bala of a drunken fever; but when he went to
Llangollen he did。 Now; your honour; if there is not something
more drunken about Llangollen than about Bala; why did my nephew
die at Llangollen of a drunken fever?〃
〃Really;〃 said I; 〃you are such a close reasoner; that I do not
like to dispute with you。 One observation however; I wish to make:
I have lived at Llangollen; without; I hope; becoming a drunkard。〃
〃Oh; your honour is out of the question;〃 said the Celtic waiter
with a strange grimace。 〃Your honour is an Englishman; an English
gentleman; and of course could live all the days of your life at
Llangollen without being a drunkard; he; he! Who ever heard of an
Englishman; especially an English gentleman; being a drunkard; he;
he; he。 And now; your honour; pray excuse me; for I must go and
see that your honour's dinner is being got ready in a suitable
manner。〃
Thereupon he left me with a bow yet lower than any I had previously
seen him make。 If his manners put me in mind of those of a
Frenchman; his local prejudices brought powerfully to my
recollection those of a Spaniard。 Tom Jenkins swears by Bala and
abuses Llangollen; and calls its people drunkards; just as a
Spaniard exalts his own village and vituperates the next and its
inhabitants; whom; though he will not call them drunkards; unless
indeed he happens to be a Gallegan; he will not hesitate to term
〃una caterva de pillos y embusteros。〃
The dinner when it appeared was excellent; and consisted of many
more articles than I had ordered。 After dinner; as I sat
〃trifling〃 with my cold brandy and water; an individual entered; a
short thick dumpy man about thirty; with brown clothes and a broad
hat; and holding in his hand a large leather bag。 He gave me a
familiar nod; and passing by the table at which I sat; to one near
the window; he flung the bag upon it; and seating himself in a
chair with his profile towards me; he untied the bag; from which he
poured a large quantity of sovereigns upon the table and fell to
counting them。 After counting them three times he placed them
again in the bag which he tied up; then taking a small book;
seemingly an account…book; out of his pocket; he wrote something in
it with a pencil; then putting it in his pocket he took the bag and
unlocking a beaufet which stood at some distance behind him against
the wall; he put the bag into a drawer; then again locking the
beaufet he sat down in the chair; then tilting the chair back upon
its hind legs he kept swaying himself backwards and forwards upon
it; his toes sometimes upon the ground; sometimes mounting until
they tapped against the nether side of the table; surveying me all
the time with a queer kind of a side glance; and occasionally
ejecting saliva upon the carpet in the direction of place where I
sat。
〃Fine weather; sir;〃 said I; at last; rather tired of being skewed
and spit at in this manner。
〃Why yaas;〃 said the figure; 〃the day is tolerably fine; but I have
seen a finer。〃
〃Well; I don't remember to have seen one;〃 said I; 〃it is as fine a
day as I have seen during the present season; and finer weather
than I have seen during this season I do not think I ever saw
before。〃
〃The weather is fine enough for Britain;〃 said the figure; 〃but
there are other countries besides Britain。〃
〃Why;〃 said I; 〃there's the States; 'tis true。〃
〃Ever been in the States; Mr?〃 said the figure quickly。
〃Have I ever been in the States;〃 said I; 〃have I ever been in the
States?〃
〃Perhaps you are of the States; Mr; I thought so from the first。〃
〃The States are fine countries;〃 said I。
〃I guess they are; Mr。〃
〃It would be no easy matter to whip the States。〃
〃So I should guess; Mr。〃
〃That is; single…handed;〃 said I。
〃Single…handed; no nor double…handed either。 Let England and
France and the State which they are now trying to whip without
being able to do it; that's Russia; all unite in a union to whip
the Union; and if instead of whipping the States they don't get a
whipping themselves; call me a braying jackass … 〃
〃I see; Mr;〃 said I; 〃that you are a sensible man; because you
speak very much my own opinion。 However; as I am an unprejudiced
person; like yourself; I wish to do justice to other countries …
the States are fine countries … but there are other fine countries
in the world。 I say nothing of England; catch me saying anything
good of England; but I call Wales a fine country; gainsay it who
may; I call Wales a fine country。〃
〃So it is; Mr。〃
〃I'll go farther;〃 said I; 〃I wish to do justice to everything: I
call the Welsh a fine language。〃
〃So it is; Mr。 Ah; I see you are an unprejudiced man。 You don't
understand Welsh; I guess。〃
〃I don't understand Welsh;〃 said I; 〃I don't understand Welsh。
That's what I call a good one。〃
〃Medrwch siarad Cumraeg?〃 said the short figure spitting on the
carpet。
〃Medraf;〃 said I。
〃You can; Mr! Well; if that don't whip the Union。 But I see: you
were born in the States of Welsh parents。〃
〃No harm in being born in the States of Welsh parents;〃 said I。
〃None at all; Mr; I was myself; and the first language I learnt to
speak was Welsh。 Did your people come from Bala; Mr?〃
〃Why no! Did yourn?〃
〃Why yaas … at least from the neighbourhood。 What State do you
come from? Virginny?〃
〃Why no!〃
〃Perhaps Pensilvany country?〃
〃Pensilvany is a fine State;〃 said I。
〃So it is; Mr。 Oh; that is your State; is it? I come from
Varmont。〃
〃You do; do you? Well; Varmont is not a bad state; but not equal
to Pensilvany; and I'll tell you two reasons why; first it has not
been so long settled; and second there is not so much Welsh blood
in it as there is in Pensilvany。〃
〃Is there much Welsh blood in Pensilvany then?〃
〃Plenty; Mr; plenty。 Welsh flocked over to Pensilvany even as far
back as the time of William Pen; who as you know; Mr; was the first
founder of the Pensilvany State。 And that puts me in mind that
there is a curious account extant of the adventures of one of the
old Welsh settlers in Pensilvania。 It is to be found in a letter
in an old Welsh book。 The letter is dated 1705; and is from one
Huw Jones; born of Welsh parents in Pensilvany country; to a cousin
of his of the same name residing in the neighbourhood of this very
town of Bala in Merionethshire; where you and I; Mr; now are。 It
is in answer to certain inquiries made by the cousin; and is
written in pure old Welsh language。 It gives an account of how the
writer's father left this neighbourhood to go to Pensilvania; how
he embarked on board the ship WILLIAM PEN; how he was thirty weeks
on the voyage from the Thames to the Delaware。 Only think; Mr; of
a ship now…a…days being thirty weeks on the passage from the Thames
to the Delaware river; how he learnt the English language on the
voyage; how he and his companions nearly perished with hunger in
the wild wood after they landed; how Pensilvania city was built;
how he became a farmer and married a Welsh woman; the widow of a
Welshman from shire Denbigh; by whom he had the writer and several
other children; how the father used to talk to his children about
his native region and the places round about Bala; and fill their
breasts with longing for the land of their fathers; and finally how
the old man died leaving his children and their mother in
prosperous circumstances。 It is a wonderful letter; Mr; all
written in the pure old Welsh language。〃
〃I say; Mr; you are a cute one and know a thing or two。 I suppose
Welsh was the first language you learnt; like myself?〃
〃No; it wasn't … I like to speak the truth … never took to either
speaking or reading the Welsh language till I was past sixteen。〃
〃'Stonishing! but see the force of blood at last。 In any line of
business?〃
〃No; Mr; can't say I am。〃
〃Have money in your pocket; and travel for pleasure。 Come to see
father's land。〃
〃Come to see old Wales。 And what brings you here; Hiraeth?〃
〃That's longing。 No; not exactly。 Came over to England to see
what I could do。 Got in with house at Liverpool in the drapery
business。 Travel for it hereabouts; having connections and
speaking the language。 Do branch business here for a banking…house
besides。 Manage to get on smartly。〃
〃You look a smart 'un。 But don't you find it sometimes hard to
compete with English travellers in the drapery line?〃
〃I guess not。 English travellers! set of nat'rals。 Don't know the
language and nothing else。 Could whip a dozen any day。 Regularly
flummox them。〃
〃You do; Mr? Ah; I see you're a cute 'un。 Glad to have met you。〃
〃I say; Mr; you have not told me from what county your forefathers
were。〃
〃From Norfolk and Cornwall counties。〃
〃Didn't know there were such counties in Wales。〃
〃But there are in England。〃
〃Why; you told me you were of Welsh parents。〃
〃No; I didn't。 You told yourself so。〃
〃But how did you come to know Welsh?〃
〃Why; that's my bit of a secret。〃
〃But you are of the United States?〃
〃Never knew that before。〃
〃Mr; you flummox me。〃
〃Just as you do the English drapery travellers。 Ah; you're a cute
'un … but do you think it altogether a cute trick to stow all those