I gave him the seal of the morning, and asked whether he was Welsh or English.
"English, Measter, English; born t'other side of Beeston, pure Cheshire, Measter." "I suppose," said I, "there are few Welshmen such big fellows as yourself." "No, Measter," said the fellow, with a grin, "there are few Welshmen so big as I, or yourself either; they are small men mostly, Measter, them Welshers, very small men--and yet the fellows can use their hands.

I am a bit of a fighter, Measter, at least I was before my wife made me join the Methodist connection, and I once fit with a Welshman at Wrexham, he came from the hills, and was a real Welshman, and shorter than myself by a whole head and shoulder, but he stood up against me, and gave me more than play for my money, till I gripped him, flung him down and myself upon him, and then of course t'was all over with him." "You are a noble fellow," said I, "and a credit to Cheshire.

Will you have sixpence to drink ?" "Thank you, Measter, I shall stop at Pulford, and shall be glad to drink your health in a jug of ale." I gave him sixpence, and descended the hill on one side, while he, with his team, descended it on the other.
"A genuine Saxon," said I; "I daresay just like many of those who, under Hengist, subdued the plains of Lloegr and Britain.

Taliesin called the Saxon race the Coiling Serpent.

He had better have called it the Big Bull.