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greedily； and presently； without saying a word； disappeared。 The
guests said they had no doubt that he was a murderer flying from
justice； and that the dog by his instinct； even at a distance； knew
him to be such。 The master said that it was the first time that
the dog had ever attacked any one or shown the slightest symptom of
ferocity。 Not the least singular part of the matter was； that the
dog did not belong to the house； but to one of the guests from a
distant village； the creature therefore could not consider itself
the house's guardian。〃
I had scarcely finished my tale when the other man came in and said
that he had found a guide； a young man from Pont Erwyd； who would
be glad of such an opportunity to go and see his parents； that he
was then dressing himself； and would shortly make his appearance。
In about twenty minutes he did so。 He was a stout young fellow
with a coarse blue coat； and coarse white felt hat； he held a stick
in his hand。 The kind young book…keeper now advised us to set out
without delay； as the day was drawing to a close and the way was
long。 I shook him by the hand； told him that I should never forget
his civility； and departed with the guide。
The fine young girl； whom I have already mentioned； and another
about two years younger； departed with us。 They were dressed in
the graceful female attire of old Wales。
We bore to the south down a descent； and came to some moory； quaggy
ground intersected with water…courses。 The agility of the young
girls surprised me； they sprang over the water…courses； some of
which were at least four feet wide； with the ease and alacrity of
lawns。 After a short time we came to a road； which； however； we
did not long reap the benefit of； as it only led to a mine。 Seeing
a house on the top of a hill； I asked my guide whose it was。
〃Ty powdr；〃 said he； 〃a powder house；〃 by which I supposed he meant
a magazine of powder used for blasting in the mines。 He had not a
word of English。 。 If the young girls were nimble with their feet；
they were not less so with their tongues； as they kept up an
incessant gabble with each other and with the guide。 I understood
little of what they said； their volubility preventing me from
catching more than a few words。 After we had gone about two miles
and a half； they darted away with surprising swiftness down a hill
towards a distant house； where； as I learned from my guide； the
father of the eldest lived。 We ascended a hill； passed between two
craggy elevations； and then wended to the south…east over a
strange； miry place； in which I thought any one at night not
acquainted with every inch of the way would run imminent risk of
perishing。 I entered into conversation with my guide。 After a
little time he asked me if I was a Welshman。 I told him no。
〃You could teach many a Welshman；〃 said he。
〃Why do you think so？〃 said I。
〃Because many of your words are quite above my comprehension；〃 said
he。
〃No great compliment；〃 thought I to myself； but putting a good face
upon the matter I told him that I knew a great many old Welsh
words。
〃Is Potosi an old Welsh word？〃 said he。
〃No；〃 said I； 〃it is the name of a mine in the Deheubarth of
America。〃
〃Is it a lead mine？〃
〃No！〃 said I； 〃it is a silver mine。〃
〃Then why do they call our mine； which is a lead mine； by the name
of a silver mine？〃
〃Because they wish to give people to understand；〃 said I； 〃that it
is very rich … as rich in lead as Potosi in silver。 Potosi is； or
was； the richest silver mine in the world； and from it has come at
least one half of the silver which we use in the shape of money and
other things。〃
〃Well；〃 said he； 〃I have frequently asked； but could never learn
before why our mine was called Potosi。〃
〃You did not ask at the right quarter；〃 said I； 〃the young man with
the glazed hat could have told you as well as I。〃 I inquired why
the place where the mine was bore the name of Esgyrn Hirion or Long
Bones。 He told me that he did not know； but believed that the
bones of a cawr or giant had been found there in ancient times。 I
asked him if the mine was deep。
〃Very deep；〃 he replied。
〃Do you like the life of a miner？〃 said I。
〃Very much；〃 said he； 〃and should like it more； but for the noises
of the hill。〃
〃Do you mean the powder blasts？〃 said I。
〃Oh no！〃 said he； 〃I care nothing for them； I mean the noises made
by the spirits of the hill in the mine。 Sometimes they make such
noises as frighten the poor fellow who works underground out of his
senses。 Once on a time I was working by myself very deep
underground； in a little chamber to which a very deep shaft led。 I
had just taken up my light to survey my work； when all of a sudden
I heard a dreadful rushing noise； as if an immense quantity of
earth had come tumbling down。 'Oh God！' said I； and fell
backwards； letting the light fall； which instantly went out。 I
thought the whole shaft had given way； and that I was buried alive。
I lay for several hours half stupefied； thinking now and then what
a dreadful thing it was to be buried alive。 At length I thought I
would get up； go to the mouth of the shaft； feel the mould； with
which it was choked up； and then come back； lie down； and die。 So
I got up and tottered to the mouth of the shaft； put out my hand
and felt … nothing； all was clear。 I went forward； and presently
felt the ladder。 Nothing had fallen； all was just the same as when
I came down。 I was dreadfully afraid that I should never be able
to get up in the dark without breaking my neck； however； I tried；
and at last； with a great deal of toil and danger； got to a place
where other men were working。 The noise was caused by the spirits
of the hill in the hope of driving the miner out of his senses。
They very nearly succeeded。 I shall never forget how I felt when I
thought I was buried alive。 If it were not for those noises in the
hill； the life of a miner would be quite heaven below。〃
We came to a cottage standing under a hillock； down the side of
which tumbled a streamlet close by the northern side of the
building。 The door was open； and inside were two or three females
and some children。 〃Have you any enwyn？〃 said the lad； peeping in。
〃Oh yes！〃 said a voice … 〃digon！ digon！〃 Presently a buxom；
laughing girl brought out two dishes of buttermilk； one of which
she handed to me and the other to the guide。 I asked her the name
of the place。
〃Gwen Frwd … the 'Fair Rivulet；'〃 said she。
〃Who lives here？〃
〃A shepherd。〃
〃Have you any English？〃
〃Nagos！〃 said she； bursting into a loud laugh。 〃What should we do
with English here？〃 After we had drunk the buttermilk I offered the
girl some money； but she drew back her hand angrily； and said： 〃We
don't take money from tired strangers for two drops of buttermilk；
there's plenty within； and there are a thousand ewes on the hill。
Farvel！〃
〃Dear me！〃 thought I to myself as I walked away； 〃that I should
once in my days have found shepherd life something as poets have
represented it！〃
I saw a mighty mountain at a