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the　exploits　of　this　extraordinary　fellow；　with　many　other　

extraordinary　things；　amongst　which；　as　I　have　hinted　before；　are　

particular　passages　of　my　own　life；　one　or　two　of　which　I　shall　

perhaps　relate　to　the　reader。



I　never　associate　Vulcan　and　his　Cyclops　with　the　idea　of　a　forge。　　

These　gentry　would　be　the　very　last　people　in　the　world　to　flit　

across　my　mind　whilst　gazing　at　the　forge　from　the　bottom　of　the　

dark　lane。　　The　truth　is；　they　are　highly　unpoetical　fellows；　as　

well　they　may　be；　connected　as　they　are　with　the　Grecian　mythology。　　

At　the　very　mention　of　their　names　the　forge　burns　dull　and　dim；　as　

if　snowballs　had　been　suddenly　flung　into　it；　the　only　remedy　is　to　

ply　the　bellows；　an　operation　which　I　now　hasten　to　perform。



I　am　in　the　dingle　making　a　horse…shoe。　　Having　no　other　horses　on　

whose　hoofs　I　could　exercise　my　art；　I　made　my　first　essay　on　those　

of　my　own　horse；　if　that　could　be　called　horse　which　horse　was　

none；　being　only　a　pony。　　Perhaps；　if　I　had　sought　all　England；　I　

should　scarcely　have　found　an　animal　more　in　need　of　the　kind　

offices　of　the　smith。　　On　three　of　his　feet　there　were　no　shoes　at　

all；　and　on　the　fourth　only　a　remnant　of　one；　on　which　account　his　

hoofs　were　sadly　broken　and　lacerated　by　his　late　journeys　over　the　

hard　and　flinty　roads。　　'You　belonged　to　a　tinker　before；'　said　I；　

addressing　the　animal；　'but　now　you　belong　to　a　smith。　　It　is　said　

that　the　household　of　the　shoemaker　invariably　go　worse　shod　than　

that　of　any　other　craft。　　That　may　be　the　case　of　those　who　make　

shoes　of　leather；　but　it　shan't　be　said　of　the　household　of　him　who　

makes　shoes　of　iron；　at　any　rate　it　shan't　be　said　of　mine。　　I　tell　

you　what；　my　gry；　whilst　you　continue　with　me；　you　shall　both　be　

better　shod　and　better　fed　than　you　were　with　your　last　master。'



I　am　in　the　dingle　making　a　petul；　and　I　must　here　observe　that　

whilst　I　am　making　a　horse…shoe　the　reader　need　not　be　surprised　if　

I　speak　occasionally　in　the　language　of　the　lord　of　the　horse…shoe　

…　Mr。　Petulengro。　　I　have　for　some　time　past　been　plying　the　

peshota；　or　bellows；　endeavouring　to　raise　up　the　yag；　or　fire；　in　

my　primitive　forge。　　The　angar；　or　coals；　are　now　burning　fiercely；　

casting　forth　sparks　and　long　vagescoe　chipes；　or　tongues　of　flame；　

a　small　bar　of　sastra；　or　iron；　is　lying　in　the　fire；　to　the　length　

of　ten　or　twelve　inches；　and　so　far　it　is　hot；　very　hot；　exceeding　

hot；　brother。　　And　now　you　see　me　prala；　snatch　the　bar　of　iron；　

and　place　the　heated　end　of　it　upon　the　covantza；　or　anvil；　and　

forthwith　I　commence　cooring　the　sastra　as　hard　as　if　I　had　been　

just　engaged　by　a　master　at　the　rate　of　dui　caulor；　or　two　

shillings；　a　day；　brother；　and　when　I　have　beaten　the　iron　till　it　

is　nearly　cool；　and　my　arm　tired；　I　place　it　again　in　the　angar；　

and　begin　again　to　rouse　the　fire　with　the　pudamengro；　which　

signifies　the　blowing　thing；　and　is　another　and　more　common　word　

for　bellows；　and　whilst　thus　employed　I　sing　a　gypsy　song；　the　

sound　of　which　is　wonderfully　in　unison　with　the　hoarse　moaning　of　

the　pudamengro；　and　ere　the　song　is　finished；　the　iron　is　again　hot　

and　malleable。　　Behold；　I　place　it　once　more　on　the　covantza；　and　

recommence　hammering；　and　now　I　am　somewhat　at　fault；　I　am　in　want　

of　assistance；　I　want　you；　brother；　or　some　one　else；　to　take　the　

bar　out　of　my　hand　and　support　it　upon　the　covantza；　whilst　I；　

applying　a　chinomescro；　or　kind　of　chisel；　to　the　heated　iron；　cut　

off　with　a　lusty　stroke　or　two　of　the　shukaro　baro；　or　big　hammer；　

as　much　as　is　required　for　the　petul。　　But　having　no　one　to　help　

me；　I　go　on　hammering　till　I　have　fairly　knocked　off　as　much　as　I　

want；　and　then　I　place　the　piece　in　the　fire；　and　again　apply　the　

bellows；　and　take　up　the　song　where　I　left　it　off；　and　when　I　have　

finished　the　song；　I　take　out　the　iron；　but　this　time　with　my　

plaistra；　or　pincers；　and　then　I　recommence　hammering；　turning　the　

iron　round　and　round　with　my　pincers：　　and　now　I　bend　the　iron　and；　

lo　and　behold！　it　has　assumed　something　of　the　outline　of　a　petul。



I　am　not　going　to　enter　into　farther　details　with　respect　to　the　

process　…　it　was　rather　a　wearisome　one。　　I　had　to　contend　with　

various　disadvantages；　my　forge　was　a　rude　one；　my　tools　might　have　

been　better；　I　was　in　want　of　one　or　two　highly　necessary　

implements；　but；　above　all；　manual　dexterity。　　Though　free　of　the　

forge；　I　had　not　practised　the　albeytarian　art　for　very　many　years；　

never　since　…　but　stay；　it　is　not　my　intention　to　tell　the　reader；　

at　least　in　this　place；　how　and　when　I　became　a　blacksmith。　　There　

was　one　thing；　however；　which　stood　me　in　good　stead　in　my　labour；　

the　same　thing　which　through　life　has　ever　been　of　incalculable　

utility　to　me；　and　has　not　unfrequently　supplied　the　place　of　

friends；　money；　and　many　other　things　of　almost　equal　importance　…　

iron　perseverance；　without　which　all　the　advantages　of　time　and　

circumstance　are　of　very　little　avail　in　any　undertaking。　　I　was　

determined　to　make　a　horse…shoe；　and　a　good　one；　in　spite　of　every　

obstacle　…　ay；　in　spite　of　dukkerin。　　At　the　end　of　four　days；　

during　which　I　had　fashioned　and　refashioned　the　thing　at　least　

fifty　times；　I　had　made　a　petul　such　as　no　master　of　the　craft　need　

have　been　ashamed　of；　with　the　second　shoe　I　had　less　difficulty；　

and；　by　the　time　I　had　made　the　fourth；　I　would　have　scorned　to　

take　off　my　hat　to　the　best　smith　in　Cheshire。



But　I　had　not　yet　shod　my　little　gry：　　this　I　proceeded　now　to　do。　　

After　having　first　well　pared　the　hoofs　with　my　churi；　I　applied　

each　petul　hot；　glowing　hot；　to　the　pindro。　　Oh；　how　the　hoofs　

hissed！　and；　oh；　the　pleasant　pungent　odour　which　diffused　itself　

through　the　dingle！　…　an　odour　good　for　an　ailing　spirit。



I　shod　the　little　horse　bravely　…　merely　pricked　him　once；　

slightly；　with　a　cafi；　for　doing　which；　I　remember；　he　kicked　me　

down；　I　was　not　disconcerted；　however；　but；　getting　up；　promised　to　

be　more　cautious　in　future；　and　having　finished　the　operation；　I　

filed　the　hoof　well　with　the　rin　baro；　then　dismissed　him　to　graze　

amongst　the　trees；　and；　putting　my　smaller　tools　into　the　muchtar；　

I　sat　down　on　my　stone；　and；　supporting　my　arm　upon　my　knee；　leaned　

my　head　upon　my　hand。　　Heaviness　had　come　over　me。







CHAPTER　LXXXIV







Several　causes　…　Frogs　and　eftes　…　Gloom　and　twilight　…　What　should　

I　do？　…　'Our　Father'　…　Fellow…men　…　What　a　mercy！　…　Almost　calm　…　

Fresh　store　…　History　of　Saul　…　Pitch　dark。



HEAVINESS　had　suddenly　come　over　me；　heaviness　of　heart；　and　of　

body　also。　　I　had　accomplished　the　task　which　I　had　imposed　upon　

myself；　and　now　that　nothing　more　remained　to　do；　my　energies　

suddenly　deserted　me；　and　I　felt　without　strength；　and　without　

hope。　　Several　causes；　perhaps；　co…operated　to　bring　about　the　

state　in　which　I　then　felt　myself。　　It　is　not　improbable　that　my　

energies　had　been　overstrained　during　the　work　the　progress　of　

which　I　have　attempted　to　describe；　and　every　one　is　aware　that　the　

results　of　overstrained　energies　are　feebleness　and　lassitude　…　

want　of　nourishment　might　likewise　have　something　to　do　with　it。　　

During　my　sojourn　in　the　dingle；　my　food　had　been　of　the　simplest　

and　most　unsatisfying　description；　by　no　means　calculated　to　

support　the　exertion　which　the　labour　I　had　been　engaged　upon　

required；　it　had　consisted　of　coarse　oaten　cakes　and　hard　cheese；　

and　for　beverage　I　had　been　indebted　to　a　neighbouring　pit；　in　

which；　in　the　heat　of　the　day；　I　frequently　saw；　not　golden　or　

silver　fish；　but　frogs　and　eftes　swimming　about。　　I　am；　however；　

inclined　to　believe　that　Mrs。　Herne's　cake　had　quite　as　much　to　do　

with　the　matter　as　insufficient　nourishment。　　I　had　never　entirely　

recovered　from　the　effects　of　its　poison；　but　had　occasionally；　

especially　at　night；　been　visited　by　a　grinding　pain　in　the　

stomach；　and　my　whole　body　had　been　suffused　with　cold　sweat；　and　

indeed　these　memorials　of　the　drow　have　never　entirely　disappeared　

…　even　at　the　present　time　they　display　themselves　in　my　system；　

especially　after　much　fatigue　of　body　and　excitement　of　mind。　　So　

there　I　sat　in　the　dingle　upon　my　stone；　nerveless　and　hopeless；　by　

whatever　cause　or　causes　that　state　had　been　produced　…　there　I　sat　

with　my　head　leaning　upon　my　hand；　and　so　I　continued　a　long；　long　

time。　　At　last　I　lifted　my　head　from　my　hand；　and　began　to　cast　

anxious；　unquiet　looks　about　the　dingle　…　the　entire　hollow　was　now　

enveloped　in　deep　shade　…　I　cast　my　eyes　up；　there　was　a　golden　

gleam　on　the　tops　of　the　trees　which　grew　towards　the　upper　parts　

of　the　dingle；　but　lower　down　all　was　gloom　and　twilight　…　yet；　

when　I　first　sat　down　on　my　stone；　the　sun　was　right　above　the　

dingle；　illuminating　all　its　depths　by　the　rays　which　it　cast　

perpendicularly　down　…　so　I　must　have　sat　a　long；　long　time　upon　my　

stone。　　And　now；　once　more；　I　rested　my　head　upon　my　hand；　but　

almost　instantly　lifted　it　again　in　a　kind　of　fear；　and　began　

looking　at　the　objects　before　me　…　the　forge；　the　tools；　the　

branches　of　the　trees；　endeavouring　to　follow　their　rows；　till　they　

were　lost　in　the　darkness　of　the　dingle；　and　now　I　found　my　right　

hand　grasping　convulsively　the　three　fore…fingers　of　the　left；　

first　collectively；　and　then　successively；　wringing　them　till　the　

joints　cracked；　then　I　became　quiet；　but　not　for　long。



Suddenly　I　started　up；　and　could　scarcely　repress　the　shriek　which　

was　rising　to　my　lips。　　Was　it　possible？　　Yes；　all　too　certain；　the　

evil　one　was　upon　me；　the　inscrutable　horror　which　I　had　felt　in　my　

boyhood　had　once　more　taken　possession　of　me。　　I　had　thought　that　

it　had　forsaken　me　…　that　it　would　never　visit　me　again；　that　I　had　

outgrown　it；　that　I　might　almost　bid　defiance　to　it；　and　I　had　even　

begun　to　think　of　it　without　horror；　as