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wild wales-第86章

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〃I have occasionally seen drunken people at Llangollen;〃 said I; 
〃but I have likewise seen a great many sober。〃

〃That is; your honour; you have seen them in their sober moments; 
but if you had watched; your honour; if you had kept your eye on 
them; you would have seen them reeling too。〃

〃That I can hardly believe;〃 said I。

〃Your honour can't! but I can who know them。  They are all 
drunkards; and nobody can live among them without being a drunkard。  
There was my nephew … 〃

〃What of him?〃 said I。

〃Why he went to Llangollen; your honour; and died of a drunken 
fever in less than a month。〃

〃Well; but might he not have died of the same; if he had remained 
at home?〃

〃No; your honour; no! he lived here many a year; and never died of 
a drunken fever; he was rather fond of liquor; it is true; but he 
never died at Bala of a drunken fever; but when he went to 
Llangollen he did。  Now; your honour; if there is not something 
more drunken about Llangollen than about Bala; why did my nephew 
die at Llangollen of a drunken fever?〃

〃Really;〃 said I; 〃you are such a close reasoner; that I do not 
like to dispute with you。  One observation however; I wish to make:  
I have lived at Llangollen; without; I hope; becoming a drunkard。〃

〃Oh; your honour is out of the question;〃 said the Celtic waiter 
with a strange grimace。  〃Your honour is an Englishman; an English 
gentleman; and of course could live all the days of your life at 
Llangollen without being a drunkard; he; he!  Who ever heard of an 
Englishman; especially an English gentleman; being a drunkard; he; 
he; he。  And now; your honour; pray excuse me; for I must go and 
see that your honour's dinner is being got ready in a suitable 
manner。〃

Thereupon he left me with a bow yet lower than any I had previously 
seen him make。  If his manners put me in mind of those of a 
Frenchman; his local prejudices brought powerfully to my 
recollection those of a Spaniard。  Tom Jenkins swears by Bala and 
abuses Llangollen; and calls its people drunkards; just as a 
Spaniard exalts his own village and vituperates the next and its 
inhabitants; whom; though he will not call them drunkards; unless 
indeed he happens to be a Gallegan; he will not hesitate to term 
〃una caterva de pillos y embusteros。〃

The dinner when it appeared was excellent; and consisted of many 
more articles than I had ordered。  After dinner; as I sat 
〃trifling〃 with my cold brandy and water; an individual entered; a 
short thick dumpy man about thirty; with brown clothes and a broad 
hat; and holding in his hand a large leather bag。  He gave me a 
familiar nod; and passing by the table at which I sat; to one near 
the window; he flung the bag upon it; and seating himself in a 
chair with his profile towards me; he untied the bag; from which he 
poured a large quantity of sovereigns upon the table and fell to 
counting them。  After counting them three times he placed them 
again in the bag which he tied up; then taking a small book; 
seemingly an account…book; out of his pocket; he wrote something in 
it with a pencil; then putting it in his pocket he took the bag and 
unlocking a beaufet which stood at some distance behind him against 
the wall; he put the bag into a drawer; then again locking the 
beaufet he sat down in the chair; then tilting the chair back upon 
its hind legs he kept swaying himself backwards and forwards upon 
it; his toes sometimes upon the ground; sometimes mounting until 
they tapped against the nether side of the table; surveying me all 
the time with a queer kind of a side glance; and occasionally 
ejecting saliva upon the carpet in the direction of place where I 
sat。

〃Fine weather; sir;〃 said I; at last; rather tired of being skewed 
and spit at in this manner。

〃Why yaas;〃 said the figure; 〃the day is tolerably fine; but I have 
seen a finer。〃

〃Well; I don't remember to have seen one;〃 said I; 〃it is as fine a 
day as I have seen during the present season; and finer weather 
than I have seen during this season I do not think I ever saw 
before。〃

〃The weather is fine enough for Britain;〃 said the figure; 〃but 
there are other countries besides Britain。〃

〃Why;〃 said I; 〃there's the States; 'tis true。〃

〃Ever been in the States; Mr?〃 said the figure quickly。

〃Have I ever been in the States;〃 said I; 〃have I ever been in the 
States?〃

〃Perhaps you are of the States; Mr; I thought so from the first。〃

〃The States are fine countries;〃 said I。

〃I guess they are; Mr。〃

〃It would be no easy matter to whip the States。〃

〃So I should guess; Mr。〃

〃That is; single…handed;〃 said I。

〃Single…handed; no nor double…handed either。  Let England and 
France and the State which they are now trying to whip without 
being able to do it; that's Russia; all unite in a union to whip 
the Union; and if instead of whipping the States they don't get a 
whipping themselves; call me a braying jackass … 〃

〃I see; Mr;〃 said I; 〃that you are a sensible man; because you 
speak very much my own opinion。  However; as I am an unprejudiced 
person; like yourself; I wish to do justice to other countries … 
the States are fine countries … but there are other fine countries 
in the world。  I say nothing of England; catch me saying anything 
good of England; but I call Wales a fine country; gainsay it who 
may; I call Wales a fine country。〃

〃So it is; Mr。〃

〃I'll go farther;〃 said I; 〃I wish to do justice to everything:  I 
call the Welsh a fine language。〃

〃So it is; Mr。  Ah; I see you are an unprejudiced man。  You don't 
understand Welsh; I guess。〃

〃I don't understand Welsh;〃 said I; 〃I don't understand Welsh。  
That's what I call a good one。〃

〃Medrwch siarad Cumraeg?〃 said the short figure spitting on the 
carpet。

〃Medraf;〃 said I。

〃You can; Mr!  Well; if that don't whip the Union。  But I see:  you 
were born in the States of Welsh parents。〃

〃No harm in being born in the States of Welsh parents;〃 said I。

〃None at all; Mr; I was myself; and the first language I learnt to 
speak was Welsh。  Did your people come from Bala; Mr?〃

〃Why no!  Did yourn?〃

〃Why yaas … at least from the neighbourhood。  What State do you 
come from?  Virginny?〃

〃Why no!〃

〃Perhaps Pensilvany country?〃

〃Pensilvany is a fine State;〃 said I。

〃So it is; Mr。 Oh; that is your State; is it?  I come from 
Varmont。〃

〃You do; do you?  Well; Varmont is not a bad state; but not equal 
to Pensilvany; and I'll tell you two reasons why; first it has not 
been so long settled; and second there is not so much Welsh blood 
in it as there is in Pensilvany。〃

〃Is there much Welsh blood in Pensilvany then?〃

〃Plenty; Mr; plenty。  Welsh flocked over to Pensilvany even as far 
back as the time of William Pen; who as you know; Mr; was the first 
founder of the Pensilvany State。  And that puts me in mind that 
there is a curious account extant of the adventures of one of the 
old Welsh settlers in Pensilvania。  It is to be found in a letter 
in an old Welsh book。  The letter is dated 1705; and is from one 
Huw Jones; born of Welsh parents in Pensilvany country; to a cousin 
of his of the
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