ey do not," said the man; "they buy them to sell again; and they like
hogs fed on oatmeal best, because they are the fattest."

"But the pork is not the best," said I; "all hog-flesh raised on oatmeal
is bitter and wiry; because do you see--"

"I see you are in the trade," said the man, "and understand a thing or
two."

"I understand a thing or two," said I, "but I am not in the trade. Do
you come from far?"

"From Llandeglo," said the man.

"Are you a hog-merchant?" said I.

"Yes," said he, "and a horse-dealer, and a farmer, though rather a small
one."

"I suppose as you are a horse-dealer," said I, "you travel much about?"

"Yes," said the man; "I have travelled a good deal about Wales and
England."

"Have you been in Ynys Fon?" said I.

"I see you are a Welshman," said the man.

"No," said I, "but I know a little Welsh."

"Ynys Fon!" said the man. "Yes, I have been in Anglesey more times than
I can tell."

"Do you know Hugh Pritchard," said I, "who lives at Pentraeth Coch?"

"I know him well," said the man, "and an honest fellow he is."

"And Mr Bos?" said I.

"What Bos?" said he. "Do you mean a lusty, red-faced man in top-boots
and grey coat?"

"That's he," said I.

"He's a clever one," said the man. "I suppose by your knowing these
people you are a drover or a horse-dealer. Yes," said he, turning
half-round in his saddle and looking at me, "you are a horse-dealer. I
remember you well now, and once sold a horse to you at Chelmsford."

"I am no horse-dealer," said I, "nor did I ever buy a horse at
Chelmsford. I see you have been about England. Have you ever been in
Norfolk or Suffolk?"

"No," said the man, "but I know something of Suffolk. I have an uncle
there."

"Whereabouts in Suffolk?" said I.

"At a place called ---," said the man.

"In what line of business?" said I.

"In none at all; he is a clergyman."

"Shall I tell you his name?" said I.

"It is not likely you should know his name," said the man.

"Nevertheless," said I, "I will tell it you--his name was ---"

"Well," said the man, "sure enough that is his name."

"It was his name," said I, "but I am sorry to tell you he is no more.
To-day is Saturday. He died last Tuesday week and was probably buried
last Monday. An excellent man was Dr. H. O. A credit to his country and
to his order."

The man was silent for some time and then said with a softer voice and a
very different manner from that he had used be