ever, another Pentre Dwr up the glen yonder," said she, pointing
towards the north--"which is called Pentre Dwr uchaf (the upper)--this is
Pentre Dwr isaf (the lower)."

"Is it called Pentre Dwr," said I, "because of the water of the brook?"

"Likely enough," said she, "but I never thought of the matter before."

She was blear-eyed, and her skin, which seemed drawn tight over her
forehead and cheek-bones, was of the colour of parchment. I asked her
how old she was.

"Fifteen after three twenties," she replied; meaning that she was
seventy-five.

From her appearance I should almost have guessed that she had been
fifteen after four twenties. I, however, did not tell her so, for I am
always cautious not to hurt the feelings of anybody, especially of the
aged.

Continuing my way I soon overtook a man driving five or six very large
hogs. One of these which was muzzled was of a truly immense size, and
walked with considerable difficulty on account of its fatness. I walked
for some time by the side of the noble porker, admiring it. At length a
man rode up on horseback from the way we had come; he said something to
the driver of the hogs, who instantly unmuzzled the immense creature, who
gave a loud grunt on finding his snout and mouth free. From the
conversation which ensued between the two men I found that the driver was
the servant and the other the master.

"Those hogs are too fat to drive along the road," said I at last to the
latter.

"We brought them in a cart as far as the Pentre Dwr," said the man on
horseback, "but as they did not like the jolting we took them out."

"And where are you taking them to?" said. I.

"To Llangollen," said the man, "for the fair on Monday."

"What does that big fellow weigh?" said I, pointing to the largest hog.

"He'll weigh about eighteen score," said the man.

"What do you mean by eighteen score?" said I.

"Eighteen score of pounds," said the man.

"And how much do you expect to get for him?"

"Eight pounds; I shan't take less."

"And who will buy him?" said I.

"Some gent from Wolverhampton or about there," said the man; "there will
be plenty of gents from Wolverhampton at the fair."

"And what do you fatten your hogs upon?" said I.

"Oatmeal," said the man.

"And why not on barley-meal?"

"Oatmeal is the best," said the man; "the gents from Wolverhampton prefer
them fattened on oatmeal."

"Do the gents of Wolverhampton," said I, "eat the hogs?"

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