I never saw such a place for merched anladd as Northampton.

I was a great favourite with them, and could tell you such tales." And then Mr Bos, putting his hat rather on one side of his head, told us two or three tales of his adventures with the merched anladd of Northampton, which brought powerfully to my mind part of what Ellis Wynn had said with respect to the practices of drovers in his day, detestation for which had induced him to put the whole tribe into Hell.
All of a sudden I heard a galloping down the road, and presently a mighty plunging, seemingly of a horse, before the door of the inn.

I rushed out followed by my companions, and lo, on the open space before the inn was a young horse, rearing and kicking, with a young man on his back.

The horse had neither bridle nor saddle, and the young fellow merely rode him with a rope passed about his head--presently the horse became tolerably quiet, and his rider jumping off led him into the stable, where he made him fast to the rack and then came and joined us, whereupon we all went into the room from which I and the others had come on hearing the noise of the struggle.
"How came you on the colt's back, Jenkins ?" said Mr Pritchard, after we had all sat down and Jenkins had called for some cwrw.

"I did not know that he was broke in." "I am breaking him in myself," said Jenkins speaking Welsh.