The girl heard me, and conceived a spite against me on account of my scurrilous language.

She had a brother, who was a cruel fighter; he took the part of his sister, and determined to chastise me.

One Sunday evening he shouted to me as I was coming from Nantglyn--our ways were the same till we got nearly home--he had determined to give me a thrashing, and he had with him a piece of oak stick just suited for the purpose.
After we had taunted each other for some time, as we went along, he flung his stick on the ground, and stripped himself stark naked.

I took off my hat and my neck-cloth, and took his stick in my hand, whereupon running to the hedge he took a stake, and straight we set to like two furies.
After fighting some time, our sticks were shivered to pieces and quite short; sometimes we were upon the ground, but did not give up fighting on that account.

Many people came up and would fain have parted us, but he would by no means let them.