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The Deaf Man Funeral Procession The Lone Family The Welsh and their Secrets The Vale of the Dyfi The Bright Moon. A LITTLE way from Cemmaes I saw a respectable-looking old man like a little farmer, to whom I said: "How far to Machynlleth?" Looking at me in a piteous manner in the face he pointed to the side of his head, and said "Dim clywed."
"She is not the mistress!" cried Evan Peters, in great excitement, as I thought. "Ask where is Hopkin Black Hopkin where is he?" At this suggestion a general outcry arose in Welsh for "Black Hopkin"; an outcry so loud and prolonged that the woman opened the window again and screamed as they told me afterward "He is not at home, you noisy fools; he is gone to Machynlleth.
They told me at Dolgelly, and they confirmed it at Machynlleth, that nobody must desire to get his letters at any particular time, in the months of September and October, when the nuts were ripe. For the postmen never would come along until they had filled their bags with nuts, for the pleasure of their families. And I dare say they do the same thing now, but without being free to declare it so.
She, too, had come to look for amber and other things. I don't know about the other things, but she didn't find the amber. At eleven o'clock, after seeing something of the place, we slipped away toward Machynlleth, along a hilly road, which grew lovelier with each of its many twists among low mountains.
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.
When Sir David Gam, "as black a traitor as if he had been born in Builth," sought to murder Owen at Machynlleth, there was one with him whose name Glendwr little dreamed of having associated with his enemies. Rhys ap Gryfydd, his "old familiar friend," his relation, his more than brother, had consented unto his blood.
To Machynlleth on the occasion of the parliament came Dafydd Gam, so celebrated in after time; not, however, with the view of entering into the councils of Glendower, or of doing him homage, but of assassinating him. This man, whose surname Gam signifies crooked, was a petty chieftain of Breconshire. He was small of stature and deformed in person, though possessed of great strength.
Came to Pont Velin Cerrig, the bridge of the mill of the Cerrig, a river which comes foaming down from between two rocky hills. This bridge is about a mile from Machynlleth, at which place I arrived at about five o'clock in the evening a cool, bright moon shining upon me. I put up at the principal inn, which was of course called the Wynstay Arms.
Leaving Machynlleth, I ascended a steep hill which rises to the south of it. From the top of this hill there is a fine view of the town, the river, and the whole valley of the Dyfi. After stopping for a few minutes to enjoy the prospect I went on. The road at first was exceedingly good, though up and down, and making frequent turnings.
As we breakfasted together at the same table we entered into conversation. I learned from him that he was an attorney from a town at some distance, and was come over to Machynlleth to the petty sessions, to be held that day, in order to defend a person accused of spearing a salmon in the river. I asked him who his client was.
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