At length a man rode up on horseback from the way we had come; he said something to the driver of the hogs, who instantly unmuzzled the immense creature, who gave a loud grunt on finding his snout and mouth free.

From the conversation which ensued between the two men I found that the driver was the servant and the other the master.
"Those hogs are too fat to drive along the road," said I at last to the latter.
"We brought them in a cart as far as the Pentre Dwr," said the man on horseback, "but as they did not like the jolting we took them out." "And where are you taking them to ?" said.

I.
"To Llangollen," said the man, "for the fair on Monday." "What does that big fellow weigh ?" said I, pointing to the largest hog.
"He'll weigh about eighteen score," said the man.
"What do you mean by eighteen score ?" said I.
"Eighteen score of pounds," said the man.
"And how much do you expect to get for him ?" "Eight pounds; I shan't take less." "And who will buy him ?" said I.
"Some gent from Wolverhampton or about there," said the man; "there will be plenty of gents from Wolverhampton at the fair." "And what do you fatten your hogs upon ?" said I.
"Oatmeal," said the man.
"And why not on barley-meal ?" "Oatmeal is the best," said the man; "the gents from Wolverhampton prefer them fattened on oatmeal." "Do the gents of Wolverhampton," said I, "eat the hogs ?" "They do not," said the man; "they buy them to sell again; and they like hogs fed on oatmeal best, because they are the fattest." "But the pork is not the best," said I; "all hog-flesh raised on oatmeal is bitter and wiry; because do you see--" "I see you are in the trade," said the man, "and understand a thing or two." "I understand a thing or two," said I, "but I am not in the trade.

Do you come from far ?" "From Llandeglo," said the man.
"Are you a hog-merchant ?" said I.
"Yes," said he, "and a horse-dealer, and a farmer, though rather a small one." "I suppose as you are a horse-dealer," said I, "you travel much about ?" "Yes," said the man; "I have travelled a good deal about Wales and England." "Have you been in Ynys Fon ?" said I.
"I see you are a Welshman," said the man.
"No," said I, "but I know a little Welsh." "Ynys Fon!" said the man.

"Yes, I have been in Anglesey more times than I can tell." "Do you know Hugh Pritchard," said I, "who lives at Pentraeth Coch ?" "I know him well," said the man, "and an honest fellow he is." "And Mr Bos ?" said I.
"What Bos ?" said he.