Excerpt from My People: Stories of the Peasantry of West Wales Well, well, then. How can I tell you? Sadrach put his fingers through the thin beard which covered the Opening of his waistcoat, closed his eyes, and mur mured a prayer. Your mother Achsah is not what she should be. Indeed to goodness, now, what disgrace this is! Is it not breaking my heart 'p You did hear how I said to the nice Big Man that I was like Job Achsah is mad. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.