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English[en]
He's mine,' said Tom. 'My four-legged friend; though I seldom ride him, and he wanders often far, free upon the hillsides. When your ponies stayed with me, they got to know my Lumpkin; and they smelt him in the night, and quickly ran to meet him. I thought he'd look for them and with his words of wisdom take all their fear away. But now, my jolly Lumpkin, old Tom's going to ride. Hey! he's coming with you, just to set you on the road; so he needs a pony. For you cannot easily talk to hobbits that are riding, when you're on your own legs trying to trot beside them.'
Cornish[kw]
‘Ev yw dhymmo,’ yn-medh Tom. ‘Ow howeth gans peder garr; skant ny’n marghogav, ha lieskweyth ev a wra gwandra pell, rydh war an breow. Pan wodrigas orthiv agas hobaow, i a dheuth ha bos kowethek gans ow Lumpkyn; hag i a’n blasas y’n nos, ha poenya ha metya ganso skon. Y tybis vy ev dh’aga hwilas, ha gans y eryow a furder kemmeres dhe-ves aga own oll. Mes lemmyn, ow Lumpkyn lowen, Tom koth a vydh marghogeth. Hou! Y fydh ev dos genowgh, rag agas gorra war an fordh; ytho, res vydh dhodho hoba. Drefenn na yllir klappya gans hobbitow usi ow marghogeth, pan eder owth assaya goresek ryb dhedha dre dhiwarr.’