“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.