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We now went on like brothers, conversing, but always walking at great speed. I learned from him that he was a market-gardener living at Bangor, and that Bangor was three miles off. On the stars shining out we began to talk about them. Pointing to Charles's Wain I said, "A good star for travellers." Whereupon pointing to the North star, he said: "I forwyr da iawn a good star for mariners."
He told me that with all due submission, he thought he could give me a better, which he had heard from a very clever man, gwr deallus iawn, who lived about two miles from Llangollen on the Corwen road.
I shook her by the hand, and gave the chubby bare-armed damsel a shilling, pointing to the marks of the nettle stings on her fat bacon-like arms. She laughed, made me a curtsey, and said: "Llawer iawn o diolch." John Jones and I then proceeded to the house at Pont y Meibion, where we saw two men, one turning a grind-stone, and the other holding an adze to it.
As the people were going out I said to the farmer in Welsh: "A bad affair this." "Drwg iawn" very bad indeed, he replied. "Did these fellows speak truth?" said I. "Nage Dim ond celwydd" not they! nothing but lies. "Dear me!" said I to myself, "what an ill-treated individual!" Machynlleth Remarkable Events Ode to Glendower Dafydd Gam Lawdden's Hatchet.
He is my landlord." "Is he a good landlord?" "Very good, sir, no one can wish for a better landlord." "Has he a wife?" "In truth, sir, he has; and a very good wife she is." "Has he children?" "Plenty, sir; and very fine children they are." "Is he Welsh?" "He is, sir! Cumro pur iawn."
Having frequently heard him call old women his aunts, I said, "Every poor old woman in the neighbourhood seems to be your aunt." "This is no poor old woman," said he, "she is cyfoethawg iawn, and only last week she sent me and my family a pound of bacon, which would have cost me sixpence-halfpenny, and about a month ago a measure of wheat."
We started on our expedition at about seven o'clock of a brilliant morning. We passed by the abbey and presently came to a small fountain with a little stone edifice, with a sharp top above it. "That is the holy well," said my guide: "Llawer iawn o barch yn yr amser yr Pabyddion yr oedd i'r fynnon hwn much respect in the times of the Papists there was to this fountain."
You go up road there past church come to house, knock at door say what you want and nice little girl show you church. Ah, you quite right to come and see church fine tomb there and clebber man sleeping in it with his wife, clebber man that Owen Tiddir; married great queen dyn clebber iawn."
The man in grey having filled the glasses from the jug which might contain three pints, handed one to me, another to his companion, and then taking the third drank to my health. I drank to his and that of his companion; the latter, after nodding to us both, emptied his at a draught, and then with a kind of half-fatuous leer, exclaimed, "Da iawn, very good."
"I have heard that it is very deep, sir, so much so that nobody knows it's depth." "Are there fish in it?" "Digon, sir, digon iawn, and some very large. I once saw a Pen- hwyad from that lake which weighed fifty pounds." After a little farther conversation I got up, and thanking the kind woman departed.
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