George Bowring - A Tale of Cader Idris | Page 5

with so much unction upon it, that
Providence graciously spared them the waste of perpetual preparation.
Among the rest, George Bowring had been scared, far more than he
liked to own, by the sudden death of his butcher, between half a dozen
chops for cutlets and the trimming of a wing-bone. George's own cook
had gone down with the order, and meant to bring it all back herself,
because she knew what butchers do when left to consider their subject.
And Mrs. Tompkins was so alarmed that she gave only six hours'
notice to leave, though her husband was far on the salt-sea wave,
according to her own account, and she had none to make her welcome
except her father's second wife. This broke up the household; and hence
it was that George tempted me so with the mountains.

For he took his wife and children to an old manor-house in Berkshire,
belonging to two maiden aunts of the lady, who promised to see to all
that might happen, but wanted no gentleman in the house at a period of
such delicacy. George Bowring, therefore, agreed to meet me on the
12th day of September, at the inn in Reading--I forget its name--where
the Regulator coach (belonging to the old company, and leaving White
Horse Cellars at half-past nine in the morning) allowed an hour to dine,
from one o'clock onward, as the roads might be. And here I found him,
and we supped at Oxford, and did very well at the Mitre. On the
following morning we took coach for Shrewsbury, as we had agreed,
and, reaching the town before dark, put up at the Talbot Inn, and
sauntered into the dear old school, to see what the lads had been at
since our time; for their names and their exploits, at Oxford and
Cambridge, are scored in large letters upon the panels, from the year
1806 and onward, so that soon there will be no place to register any
more of them; and we found that though we ourselves had done nothing,
many fine fellows had been instituted in letters of higher humanity, and
were holding up the old standard, so that we longed to invite them to
dinner. But discipline must be maintained; and that word means, more
than anything else, the difference of men's ages.
Now, at Shrewsbury, we had resolved to cast off all further heed of
coaches; and knowing the country pretty well, or recalling it from our
childhood, to strike away on foot for some of the mountain
wildernesses.
Of these, in those days, nobody knew much more than that they were
high and steep, and slippery and dangerous, and much to be shunned by
all sensible people who liked a nice fire and the right side of the
window. So that when we shouldered staves with knapsacks flapping
heavily, all the wiser sort looked on us as marching off to Bedlam.
In the morning, as we were starting, we set our watches by the old
school dial, as I have cause to remember well. And we staked half a
crown, in a sporting manner, each on his own watch to be the truer by
sun upon our way back again. And thus; we left those ancient walls and
the glancing of the river, and stoutly took the Welshpool road, dreading

nought except starvation.
Although in those days I was not by any means a cripple, George was
far stronger of arm and leg, having always been famous, though we
made no fuss about such things then, for running and jumping, and
lifting weights, and using the boxing-gloves and the foils. A fine, brave
fellow as ever lived, with a short, straight nose and a resolute chin, he
touched the measuring-bar quite fairly at seventy-four inches, and
turned the scales at fourteen stone and a quarter. And so, as my chattels
weighed more than his (by means of a rough old easel and material for
rude sketches), he did me a good turn now and then by changing packs
for a mile or two. And thus we came in four days' march to Aber-Aydyr,
a village lying under Cader Idris.
CHAPTER III.
If any place ever lay out of the world, and was proud of itself for doing
so, this little village of Aber-Aydyr must have been very near it. The
village was built, as the people expressed it, of thirty cottages, one
public-house, one shop universal, and two chapels. The torrent of the
Aydyr entered with a roar of rapids, and at the lower end departed in a
thunder of cascades. The natives were all so accustomed to live in the
thick of this watery uproar that, whenever they left their beloved village
to see the inferior outer world, they found themselves as deaf