Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
took up another subject of meditation, and that was the patteran, and
what Ursula had told me about it.
I had always entertained a strange interest for that sign by which in
their wanderings the Romanese gave to those of their people who came
behind intimation as to the direction which they took; but it now
inspired me with greater interest than ever,--now that I had learnt that
the proper meaning of it was the leaves of trees. I had, as I had said
in my dialogue with Ursula, been very eager to learn the word for leaf in
the Romanian language, but had never learnt it till this day; so patteran
signified leaf of a tree; and no one at present knew that but myself and
Ursula, who had learnt it from Mrs. Herne, the last, it was said, of the
old stock; and then I thought what strange people the gypsies must have
been in the old time. They were sufficiently strange at present, but
they must have been far stranger of old; they must have been a more
peculiar people--their language must have been more perfect--and they
must have had a greater stock of strange secrets. I almost wished that I
had lived some two or three hundred years ago, that I might have observed
these people when they were yet stranger than at present. I wondered
whether I could have introduced myself to their company at that period,
whether I should have been so fortunate as to meet such a strange, half-
malicious, half good-humoured being as Jasper, who would have instructed
me in the language, then more deserving of note than at present. What
might I not have done with that language, had I known it in its purity?
Why, I might have written books in it; yet those who spoke it would
hardly have admitted me to their society at that period, when they kept
more to themselves. Yet I thought that I might possibly have gained
their confidence, and have wandered about with them, and learnt their
language, and all their strange ways, and then--and then--and a sigh rose
from the depth of my breast; for I began to think, "Supposing I had
accomplished all this, what would have been the profit of it; and in what
would all this wild gypsy dream have terminated?"
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