"'I would, your hanner; and why not? for in spite of what I have heard Father Toban say, I am by no means certain that all Protestants will be damned.' "'Farewell,' said I. "'Farewell, your hanner, and long life and prosperity to you! God bless your hanner and your Orange face. Ah, the Orange boys are the boys for keeping faith. They never served me as Dan O'Connell and his dirty gang of repalers and emancipators did. Farewell, your hanner, once more; and here's another scratch of the illigant tune your hanner is so fond of, to cheer up your hanner's ears upon your way.' "And long after I had left him I could hear him playing on his fiddle in first-rate style the beautiful tune of 'Down, down, Croppies Lie Down.'" CHAPTER XXX--"WILD WALES" (_continued_) Much more than in any of his other books Borrow is the hero in "Wild Wales"--a strange black-coated gentleman with white hair striding over the hills and along the rivers, carrying an umbrella, asking innumerable questions and giving infinite information about history, literature, religion, politics, and minor matters, willing to talk to anyone, but determined not to put up at a trampers' hostelry. The Irish at Chester took him for a minister, the Irish reapers in Anglesey took him for a priest and got him to bless them in Latin while they knelt. All wondered to hear the Saxon speaking or reading in Welsh. A man who could speak Spanish addressed him in that language as a foreigner--"'I can't tell you how it was, sir,' said he, looking me very innocently in the face, 'but I was forced to speak Spanish to you.'" At Pentre Dwr the man with the pigs heard his remarks on pigs and said: "I see you are in the trade and understand a thing or two." The man on the road south to Tregaron told him that he looked and spoke like the Earl of Leicester.