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In those days, the British heavyweight champion was Henry Cooper, who lived in Bellingham, near Bromley. There was an amateur boxing club in Bellingham, and I started to go there.
Y’n dydhyow na, an kampyer poosposek Predennek o Henry Cooper, neb a driga yn Bellingham, ogas dhe Bromley. Yth esa yn Bellingham kowethas boksusyans bodhesik, ha my a dhallathas mos ena.

"I wager twenty thousand pounds that I shall go around the earth in eighty days or less." Thus on an October evening, 1872, Phileas Fogg made a bet with his companions in the London Reform Club. And with that, the English gentleman departed with his servant Passepartout! Many are the dangers which await for them on their road which takes them through India, China, and America... On this extraordinary journey, Jules Verne, the great nineteenth-century visionary writer entrances us with tale full of obstacles and surprises. This is a Cornish language translation of Jules Verne's "Around the World in Eighty Days" (abridged for young readers and learners). The translator, Kaspar Hocking, was born in January 1913 in London, retiring in Polwheveral, Cornwall, in 1969. He has taken an interest in the Cornish language since 1989, and was Chairman of the Cornish language organization Agan Tavas from 1996 to 1998.
"My a vynn gwystla ugans mil a bunsow my dhe viajya adro dhe'n bÿs in peswar ugans dëdh bò le." Indella unn gordhuwher in mis Hedra, 1872, Phileas Fogg a genwystlas gans y gowetha i'n Reform Club, Loundres. Ha gans henna, an Sows jentyl a dhybarthas gans y servont Passepartout! Yth esa lies peryl orth aga gortos war aga fordh dres Indya, dres Cathay ha dres an Stâtys Unys... War an fordh goynt-ma yma Jules Verne, an screfer brâs (1828 -1905), meur y hanow hag efan y dhesmygyans, orth agan rafsya gans whedhel lenwys a ancombrynsy hag a wharvosow heb gwetyas. Genys veu Kaspar Hocking, trailyer an lyver-ma, in Loundres in mis Genver 1913; ev a omdennas dhe Bolwhevrer in 1969. An tavas Kernowek yw a les dhodho dhyworth an vledhen 1989, hag ev o Caderyer Agan Tavas dhia 1996 dhe 1998.

We didn’t wander far. I had decided to go to Union House, the centre of all student social activity on campus. That’s where we’d go to get food (‘The Caff’). That’s where we’d go to see student theatre (‘The Guild Theatre’) or the movies. That’s where all the student clubs had their meetings. It was the hub of student life. Surely, I thought, there would be survivors holed up there who might give me and David a warmer welcome than we could expect back at the Baillieu – a fairly stupid idea, as ideas went. From the Baillieu to the Union was a walk of, maybe, five minutes. I don’t think David knew where I was taking him – but he was content to walk along, holding my hand like a small child. That was okay by me. As long as we were together, the zombies we passed along the way paid me no mind at all. When we got within, say, one hundred metres of Union House, David suddenly became agitated. At first, he just grunted and made indistinct vocalisations. Then, he started twitching once again. He squeezed my hand hard and started bobbing his head up and down in a rhythmic fashion. Finally, he broke free of my grip and broke into a headlong sprint towards the building, roaring as he went. Was this another warning? I trailed along behind him. I could not afford to lose contact with him – he was my passport, my promise of safe conduct, within the kingdom of the zombies. (Did they have a kingdom yet? Or a king?) Near the South exit of Union House was a large eucalypt tree, encircled by a wooden bench seat. Between the seat and the tree trunk could be seen a small knot of zombies, kneeling and attending to something lying on the ground.
Ny wandersyn pellder. My re ervirsa mos dhe Ji an Kesunyans, kres bywder kowethasek an studhyoryon war gampus. Henn o an le mayth en ni rag kavoes agan boes (“An Kaff”). Henn o an le mayth en rag mires orth gwariow studhyoryon (“An Gwaridi Myster”) po an bykturs gwaya-mir. Henn o le may huntellsa oll an kowethasow rag aga huntellyansow. Henn o both an bywnans studhyek. Yn sur, dell grysyn, y fia duryoryon kudhys ena – ha possybyl o i dhe ri dhymm ha dhe Dhavydh dynnargh toemma es dell esen ow tegemmeres dhe’n Lyverva Baillieu. Tybyans meur y wokkineth, dell hwer. Rag kerdhes dhiworth an Bailieu dhe Ji an Kesunyans a gemmer, martesen, a- dro dhe bymp mynysenn. Ny grysav Davydh dhe wodhvos le mayth esen orth y gemmeres – mes lowen o ev kerdhes genev, ow talghenna ow leuv kepar dell wra fleghik. Da lowr o henna genev. Ha ni warbarth, y skonya aswonn ahanav an zombis a dremensyn ryb an fordh. Pan esen ni a-dro dhe gans meter pellder dhiworth Chi an Kesunyans, a- dhistowgh, y teuth ha bos Davydh amovyes yn feur. Y’n kynsa le, ny wrug ev saw rogha ha gul sonyow andhiblans. Ena, y tallathas skwychya unnweyth arta. Ev a waskas yn kales ow leuv ha dalleth penndroppya yn fordh resyek. Wostiwedh, y leuv a omdhellos dhiworth ow huni – hag ev a dhallathas resek yn syth wor’tu ha’n drehevyans, ow bedhegyla hag ev gyllys. O hemma gwarnyans arall? My a dhraylyas a-dhelergh dhodho. Yn hwir, ny allsen vy kelli kestav ganso – ow thremengummyas o ev, ow ambos tremen-salowder, a-ji dhe ruvaneth an zombis. (Esa dhedha hwath ruvaneth? Po ruw?) Ogas dhe’n entrans soth Chi an Kesunyans, yth esa eukalyptwydhenn veur hag a-dro dhedhi bynk gylghyek. Yntra’n vynk ha’n ben, y hyllys gweles kolm byghan zombis, a’ga dewlin, owth attendya dhe neppyth a’y worwedh war an grond.

47 While he was still speaking, Judas, one of the Twelve, arrived. With him was a large crowd armed with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests and the elders of the people. 48 Now the betrayer had arranged a signal with them: “The one I kiss is the man; arrest him.” 49 Going at once to Jesus, Judas said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed him. 50 Jesus replied, “Do what you came for, friend.”[d] Then the men stepped forward, seized Jesus and arrested him. 51 With that, one of Jesus’ companions reached for his sword, drew it out and struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his ear. 52 “Put your sword back in its place,” Jesus said to him, “for all who draw the sword will die by the sword. 53 Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels? 54 But how then would the Scriptures be fulfilled that say it must happen in this way?” 55 In that hour Jesus said to the crowd, “Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come out with swords and clubs to capture me? Every day I sat in the temple courts teaching, and you did not arrest me. 56 But this has all taken place that the writings of the prophets might be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples deserted him and fled.
47Hag ev hwath ow kewsel, otta, Yudas, onan a'n dewdhek a dheuth, ha ganso routh veur ow toen kledhedhyow ha fustow, dhiworth an bennoferysi ha henavogyon an bobel. 48Hag ev neb a'n traytas a ros dhedha tokyn ow leverel, ‘Neb may rov amm dhodho, henna yw ev, settyewgh dalghenn ynno.’ 49Ha desempis ev eth dhe Yesu ha leverel, ‘Lowena dhis, Mester!’ hag amma dhodho. 50Hag yn-medh Yesu dhodho, ‘Koweth, prag y teuthys?’ Ena y teuthons yn-rag ha gorra aga diwla war Yesu ha'y dhalghenna. 51Hag otta, onan a'n re esa gans Yesu, owth ystynn y leuv a dennas y gledha hag a weskis kethwas an arghoferyas ha treghi dhe-ves y skovarn. 52Ena Yesu a leveris dhodho, ‘Gorr dha gledha yn y le arta, rag oll an re a gemmer an kledha, der an kledha y ferwons. 53Po a dybydh jy na allav pysi ow Thas, hag ev a dhannvon dhymm lemmyn moy ages dewdhek lyjyon a eledh? 54Fatell allsa an skryptors bos kollenwys ytho, y tal hwarvos yndella?’ 55Y'n eur na Yesu a leveris dhe'n routhow, ‘A dheuthewgh hwi yn-mes gans kledhedhyow ha fustow dhe'm dalghenna kepar dell ve erbynn lader? Yth en esedhys y'n tempel pub dydh ow tyski ha ny wrussowgh ow dalghenna. 56Mes oll hemma yw hwarvedhys may fo kollenwys skrifow an brofoesi.’ Ena oll an dhyskyblon a'n gasas ha fia dhe'n fo.