in times gone by oor Kornies

in times gone by

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

y'n termyn eus passys

y'n termyn usi passys

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in times gone by
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in times gone by
/ y'n termyn usi passys / / /

Actually, although the entrance was badly collapsed and barely passable (Boofa and Chooka had real trouble squeezing through) the walls of the tunnel seemed to be in surprisingly good shape. The wooden props had clearly rotted out and many of them lay about on the floor of the tunnel in a random fashion – but the walls themselves showed little sign of crumbling. The cool, damp rock seemed pretty firm. We wandered about for a while – one of the ‘mummy’s boys’ had a panic attack and, I confess, I felt first touch of claustrophobia, too. But I was okay and, after half an hour or so, before we actually lost anyone in what turned out to be more of a labyrinth than a mere tunnel, the squad emerged back into the daylight to resume our pointless wanderings. Had I ever intended to go back? No, but that’s where David and I were now headed. I had estimated it would take David and me approximately an hour to find the tunnel. That was how long it had taken my squad to march out of the bush once my squad’s ‘rescuers’ had arrived. But they, unlike me, had known what they were doing. So, this time round, it ended up taking a little longer than I had expected. By midday next day, I was exhausted, having been stumbling about in the bush for hours and, apparently, no closer to our goal. I sat down on the hard earth and wept a little. (Okay! I was fuckin’ tired and still pretty sick! Don’t forget that I could barely walk when I’d been picked up at the infirmary and the adrenalin rush was, by this time, long gone.) David was moaning – of course. I fell asleep in the sun – but, on this occasion (unlike my unplanned snooze in the Castlemaine Gardens), it did not lead to dire consequences. I’d say it was an hour or so later when I awoke. I could hear David groaning – not a surprise – but it was in the distance and now there was an urgency about his groaning. I followed the groaning for, maybe, two hundred metres up the hill upon which I had been sleeping. David was standing (in triumph?) at the mouth of the tunnel, grinning and roaring.
Yn hwir, kynth o an porth fyllys yn tien ha namna yllyn ni y dremena, (y fia meur a galetter dhe Boofa ha dhe Chooka kyns i dhe alloes omstroetha rag entra ynno) yth o gwallow an bal yn shap marthys da. Yn kler, an jistys o leythys yn tien hag yth esa meur anedha ow gorwedha hwymm-hwamm oll a-dro war leur an gowfordh. Byttegyns, nyns esa sin vyth, po ogas, a vrywans y’n gwallow aga honan. Yth heveli bos poran krev an karn yeyn ha glyb. Ni a wandras oll a-dro dres termyn nebes hir – onan yntra’n ‘vebyon-vammik’ eth ha bos ownekhes ha, dres henna, my a omglywas ynwedh tamm a glosown. Mes da lowr en ha, wosa neb hanter-our ha kyns o kellys nebonan y’n milhentall ma (yn hwir nyns o kowfordh sempel), y tehwelas an para dhe’n golow dydh rag dasdhalleth agan gwandransow heb amkan y’n gwylvos. A bredersen vy kyns dhe dhehweles ena? Na bredersen. Byttegyns, lemmyn ow amkan o. Y kryssen y fia edhomm dhymm ha dhe Dhavydh ogas dhe’n our rag kavoes an gowfordh. Henn re via an termyn re via res dhe’m para rag kerdhes yn-mes an gwylvos wosa agan ‘sawyoryon’ dhe dhos. Byttegyns, i re wodhvia pyth esens ow kul – dihaval dhyn ni. Ytho, an prys ma, res o dhyn termyn nebes hirra ages dell waytsen. Hanter-dydh, an nessa dydh, spenys en vy wosa agan trebuchyans der an gwylvos dres lies our. Nyns esen nes vyth dh’agan amkan. My a esedhas war an leur kales hag oela nebes. (Da lowr! Euthyk skwith en ha hwath poran klav! Na wra ankevi namna yllyn kerdhes pan wrussen gasa an vedhegva – ha, dres henna, y hedhsa an adrenalyn resek y’m korf nans o termyn hir.) Yth esa Davydh ow kyni – heb mar. My a goedhas yn kosk yn-dann an howlsplann. Byttegyns, an prys ma (dihaval dhe’m kosk andowlys yn Lowarthow Kastelmayn), nyns esa sywyansow euthyk. My a goskas dres our, po ogas, dell grysav, hag y hyllyn klywes hwath kynyans Davydh – nag o marth – mes yth esa neb mall dh’y gynyans lemmyn. My a sywyas an kynyans ma dre bellder a dhew gans meter ha my kerdhys war- vann an vre may fien yn kosk. Yth esa Davydh ow sevel (meur y wormola?) ogas dhe borth an gowfordh. Yth esa ow minhwerthin, ow vedhygla.