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Updated: July 11, 2025
'Perhaps; but you are of the Gorgios, and I am a Rommany Chal. Tawno Chikno take care of Jasper Petulengro! 'Is that your name? 'Don't you like it? 'Very much, I never heard a sweeter; it is something like what you call me. 'The horse-shoe master and the snake-fellow, I am the first. 'Who gave you that name? 'Ask Pharaoh. 'I would, if he were here, but I do not see him. 'I am Pharaoh.
Petulengro and Tawno Chikno talking over their every-day affairs in the language of the tents; which circumstance did not fail to give rise to deep reflection in those moments when, planting my elbows on the deal desk, I rested my chin upon my hands.
‘You are one of them,’ said I, ‘whom people call—’ ‘Just so,’ said Jasper; ‘but never mind what people call us.’ ‘And that tall handsome man on the hill, whom you whispered? I suppose he’s one of ye. What is his name?’ ‘Tawno Chikno,’ said Jasper, ‘which means the small one; we call him such because he is the biggest man of all our nation.
Petulengro and of Tawno Chikno is continually coming to my assistance whenever I appear to be at a nonplus with respect to the derivation of crabbed words? I have made out crabbed words in Æschylus by means of the speech of Chikno and Petulengro, and even in my Biblical researches I have derived no slight assistance from it.
"Perhaps; but you are of the Gorgios, and I am a Rommany Chal. Tawno Chikno take care of Jasper Petulengro!" "Is that your name?" "Don't you like it?" "Very much, I never heard a sweeter; it is something like what you call me." "The horse-shoe master and the snake-fellow, I am the first." "Who gave you that name?" "Ask Pharaoh." "I would, if he were here, but I do not see him." "I am Pharaoh."
Chikno, and Sylvester and his two children. Sylvester, it will be as well to say, was a widower, and had consequently no one to cook his victuals for him, supposing he had any, which was not always the case, Sylvester's affairs being seldom in a prosperous state.
Petulengro, his wife, and Tawno Chikno, ready to proceed to church. Mr. and Mrs. Petulengro were dressed in Roman fashion, though not in the full-blown manner in which they had paid their visit to Isopel and myself. Tawno had on a clean white slop, with a nearly new black beaver, with very broad rims, and the nap exceedingly long.
It might be about five in the evening, when I reached the gypsy encampment. Here I found Mr. Petulengro, Tawno Chikno, Sylvester, and others in a great bustle, clipping and trimming certain ponies and old horses which they had brought with them.
"It is not all gold that glitters," said Mrs. Chikno. "However, good-morrow to you, young rye." "I am come on an errand," said I. "Isopel Berners, down in the dell there, requests the pleasure of Mr. and Mrs. Petulengro's company at breakfast. She will be happy also to see you, madam," said I, addressing Mrs. Chikno. "Is that young female your wife, young man?" said Mrs. Chikno.
Petulengro and Tawno Chikno. And as I sat conning the newspaper three individuals entered the room, and seated themselves in the box at the farther end of which I was.
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