Welsh Journals

Hugh Williams Pentir (our Aunt Ami's Children) as well as Nelli their sister, has joined the Methodist, and several other Second Cousins to us. I should be glad to know how tall you are and how much do you measure under your Armholes? I am five foot ten Inches & tree Qr (without having shoes on) in length, and one & forty Inches under my Arm holes. Bro. Owen & Evans are but about five foot & seven inches in length, but they are very lusty. All the fellowship between you & me (I suppose) while we live in this world, must be on the paper field, and if so, let us have as much Conversation as we can-I am glad to think (tho I am so far from you) that we have the Priviledge of seeing the same Sun, worshipping the same God, meeting at the throne of Grace, praying for one another &c. I shall give you a few words of Welsh. I am afraid to write much for fear you can't make it out-Anwyl frawd, mae arnaf hiraeth yn fy nghalon eisiau gweld dy Wyneb, mae yn dda "S'NELLIE'S WELSH FAIRY TALES" THE TWO DRAGONS DO you see that mark on the mount-ain yonder ? You see that and you think it is old quarry, but no! that is no old quarry, and that is not how the mark was made. That is where the Ddraig Goch (Red Dragon) was fighting the other Dragon, and tearing up the grass with their teeth and tails. Once the Red Dragon and the White Dragon were walking round the Mount-ain both different ways, and they didn't see each other at all till their noses met, and then they were starting back in wrath there, and they were talking like this: "Wat you doing up here, "says the White Dragon, "crawling about my Mount-ain in this manner?" "Your Mount-ain!" says the Red Dragon, "why, it is my Mount-ain and not yours at all." "It has always been my Mount-ain, and will be forever," says the White Dragon. "No, no," says Red Dragon, "it is mine, for sure." Now the White Dragon was very beautiful with pink on his ears, and golden eyes, but Ddraig Goch was oh much more beautiful, for he was red all over, even his eyes were red and sparkling like a rubies, and he had a twisted, curved tail with grand scales that looked like carvings on it. These two they stood back on the Mount-ain and stared at each other, showing and gnashing their teeth, just like two dogs before they start gennif gael llythur oddiwrthit, ond y maent wrth imi ei darllen yn peri imi wylo llawer, eisiau gweld dy Wyneb Duw'r Nefoedd fyddo gyda'th di ath deulu, mae Jack Price oedd gyda'th di yng haer (Chester) yn byw yn Charlston, ag yn Marsiandis rhyng America a Brydain. Gyda fo y daeth llythur fy Mrawd Evan i'r America fo fu ynghar- narvon ddwy waith ers tair blynedd. God bless your Children (in Welsh) Duw fendithio eich plant. I think if I was among them I would be a Baby & too ful of folly. We live very happy. Through Mercy we have plenti of everything that is necessary for our sustenance in this World, not only to live but also to live happy. Let us use the World as the Sailors do the sea. They don't kiss and embrace the sea, and fill their bottles with it. If they will get as much as will carry the Vessel to the harbour they are satisfied. I almost went to preach but I must give over-FareweI. I beg you will write to me as soon as you can, I am very sorry you are kept so long in the dark about us. by Eleanor Boniface. the fighting. Ha!" shouted the White Dragon, I will teach you to try to send your bettairs off this Mount-ain, it belongs to me for I am Superior, I am the Sais Dragon, and all the land I like is mine, and I will fight with you, deprive you of the land, and smother you," he growls. "Hu! Owi!" snorts the Red Dragon, "do your worst, Old White liver, for I am Ddraig Goch, Dragon of the Cymry, to whom all this land in trufh belongs, and I will fight you for it for hundreds and hundreds of years, and each time you think you beat me, I will rise up afresh and fight again, until this land is free from you and all is for Cymry once more." And they began to fight, and the thrashing of their tails was as the sound of many waters, and the scratching of their claws like the sea rolling back when it draws the shore after it and the stones roll down, and the flashing of their eyes was like the lightning, and the smoke from their nostrils like the driving mists and snow in winter. And they fought and they fought for many years, until the Mount-ain that was as high as Y Wyddfa crumbled to the size you see it to-day. And that mark you see looking like old quarry was the last feeble scratch the White Dragon gave before he laid down and died. Ddraig Goch was at last victorious and gave the Mount-ain-what was left of it-to the sons of Cvmru and the Sais was driven out.