“O yes; know all about him; Earl of Leicester, from county of Norfolk; fine old man indeed—you very much like him—speak just in same way.”
“Have you given up the business of drover long?” said I.
“O yes; given him up a long time ever since domm’d railroad came into fashion.”
“And what do you do now?” said I.
“O, not much; live upon my means; picked up a little property, a few sticks, just enough for old crow to build him nest with—sometimes, however, undertake a little job for neighbouring people and get a little money. Can do everything in small way, if necessary; build little bridge, if asked;—Jack of all Trades—live very comfortably.”
“And where do you live?”
“O, not very far from Tregaron.”
“And what kind of place is Tregaron?”
“O, very good place; not quite so big as London, but very good place.”
“What is it famed for?” said I.