clywed."

It was no longer no English, but no hearing.

Presently I met one yet more deaf. A large procession of men came along
the road. Some distance behind them was a band of women and between the
two bands was a kind of bier drawn by a horse with plumes at each of the
four corners. I took off my hat and stood close against the hedge on the
right-hand side till the dead had passed me some way to its final home.

Crossed a river, which like that on the other side of Cemmaes streamed
down from a gulley between two hills into the valley of the Dyfi. Beyond
the bridge on the right-hand side of the road was a pretty cottage, just
as there was in the other locality. A fine tall woman stood at the door,
with a little child beside her. I stopped and inquired in English whose
body it was that had just been borne by.

"That of a young man, sir, the son of a farmer, who lives a mile or so up
the road."

_Myself_.--He seems to have plenty of friends.

_Woman_.--Oh yes, sir, the Welsh have plenty of friends both in life and
death.

_Myself_.--A'n't you Welsh, then?

_Woman_.--Oh no, sir, I am English, like yourself, as I suppose.

_Myself_.--Yes, I am English. What part of England do you come from?

_Woman_.--Shropshire, sir.

_Myself_.--Is that little child yours?

_Woman_.--Yes, sir, it is my husband's child and mine.

_Myself_.--I suppose your husband is Welsh.

_Woman_.--Oh no, sir, we are all English.

_Myself_.--And what is your husband?

_Woman_.--A little farmer, sir, he farms about forty acres under Mrs ---.

_Myself_.--Well, are you comfortable here?

_Woman_.--Oh dear me, no, sir, we are anything but comfortable. Here we
are three poor lone creatures in a strange land, without a soul to speak
to but one another. Every day of our lives we wish we had never left
Shropshire.

_Myself_.--Why don't you make friends amongst your neighbours?

_Woman_.--Oh, sir, the English cannot make friends amongst the Welsh.
The Welsh won't neighbour with them, or have anything to do with them,
except now and then in the way of business.

_Myself_.--I have occasionally found the Welsh very civil.

_Woman_.--Oh yes, sir, they can be civil enough to passers-by, especially
those who they think want nothing from them--but if you came and settled
amongst them you would find them, I'm afraid, quite the contrary.

_Myself_.--Would they be uncivil to me if I could speak Welsh?

_Woman_.--Most particularly, sir