The bad name which their own half-countryman, Giraldus
Cambrensis, gave the Welsh in the twelfth century,
clings to them yet in the superstition of all Norman-minded
and Saxon-minded men, so that the Englishman I met
on the way from Edinburgh was doubtless speaking racially
rather than personally when he said that the Welsh
were the prize liars of the universe. I for my
part heard no lies in Wales except those I told myself;
but as I am of Welsh stock, perhaps my experience
is not wholly refutive of that Englishman’s
position. I can only urge further the noted philological
fact that the Welsh language is so full of imagery
that it is almost impossible to express in it the brute
veracities in which the English speech is so apt.
Otherwise I should say that nowhere have I been used
with a more immediate and constant sincerity than
in Wales. The people were polite and they were
almost always amiable, but in English, at least, they
did not say the thing that was not; and their politeness
was without the servile forms from lower to higher
which rather weary one in England. They said
“Yes,” and “No,” but as gently
as if they had always added “Sir.”
If I have it on my conscience to except from my sweeping
praise of sincerity the expressman at Aberystwyth
who promised that our baggage should be at our lodgings
in an hour, and did not bring it in five, I must add
that we arrived on the last day of a great agricultural
fair, when even the New York Transfer Company might
have given a promise of more than wonted elasticity.
II
In the station of Aberystwyth there were about three
or four thousand Welshmen of the national height,
volubly waiting for the trains to bear them away to
their farms and villages; but they made way most amiably
for the dismounting travellers, who in our case were
led through them by the most energetic porter I ever
knew. They did not stare down upon us from the
unseemly altitude of other national statures, and
often during our stay I saw like crowds of civil men
in the street markets who were no taller, and sometimes
there were women who had not scaled the heights reached
by our American girls. They would probably have
competed fairly well with these in the courses of
the colleges to which the Welsh send their daughters
as well as their sons; but I will not pretend that
the good looks of either the men or women was of the
American average. I cannot even say that these
contemporary ancient Britons had the advantage of
the toothless English peasantry in the prompt dentistry
which is our peculiar blessing. In Great Britain,
though I must not say Ireland, for I have never been
there, a few staggering incisors seem a formidable
equipment of the jaw in lower-class middle life and
even tender youth. The difference is a tremendous
advantage which, if it does not make for the highest
character in us, will doubtless stand us in good stead
in any close with the well-toothed Japanese, and when
we are beaten, our gold-fillings will go far to pay
our indemnity.
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