On the Black Hill

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'in the markets, yesterday,

'cattle in Great Britain

averaged 98.6 pence a kilo, live weight.

'Just 0.3 better than last Monday.

'In England and Wales, the figure was...

'Again...

'In Scotland, the average of 99.3

was up almost a penny.

'The sheep price continues to improve.

'They averaged, yesterday,

205.9 pence a kilo.

'That's two-and-a-half pence

better than last Monday."

'...for England and Wales

is 207.8,

'up 2.6 pence, and for Scotland,

the average is 194.6.

'It's up two-and-a-half, roughly.

'Finally, pigs, and the average price,

yesterday, at 73.2 pence a kilo,

'that's live weight, was more than

a penny below last Monday's price.

'Now, commenting on

the fruit-and-vegetable trade, this morning,

here's Paul Harrison, at Covent Garden...'

Helicoptering again, are they?

Hang-gliding it is, Benjamin. Hang-gliding.

He wouldn't forget,

would he, Lewis?

No.

No, he wouldn't forget.

I Open now the crystal fountain

J Whence the healing stream doth flow

I Let the fire and cloudy pillar

fiLead me all my journey through

J Strong deliverer

J Be Thou still my strength and shield

J Strength and shield

I Be thou still my strength and shield

J When I tread the verge of Jordan

I Bid my anxious fears subside

J" Death of death

and hell's destruction

I Land me safe on Canaan's side

I Songs and praises

J I will ever give to Thee

I Give to Thee

J I will ever give to Thee

J A-men J

"Though your sins be as scarlet,

"they shall be as white as snow.

"Though they be red like crimson,

they shall be as wool.

"If ye be willing...and obedient,

"ye shall eat the good of the land.

"But if ye refuse...

"and rebel...

"ye shall be devoured with the sword.

"For the mouth of the Lord has spoken it.

"How has the faithful city

become an harlot?

'Mary Latimer.

Mary...

'Sardonyx, sardius, chrysolyte,

chrysoprasus...

'Amethyst...

'And wherein now my hope?

'As for my hope, who shall see it?'

Amos!

Vicar's dead. Last Tuesday.

Face down in a pool, he was.

Slipped in a bog.

Gee up!

Oh...it's you.

Your father...

- I'm sorry, miss.

- I know.

Do please come inside.

- My boots...

- Mud can't dirty this house.

Besides, I have to leave it.

Professor Gethyn-Jones.

I don't even know your name.

Amos.

Amos Jones.

'Amos Jones' is a wonderful name.

Mr Jones has come to take me for a walk.

Please excuse us.

Do go on with your reading.

I'll just get my coat.

It's the pool at Bethesda.

We went there.

We went all over the Holy Land,

on our way back from India.

We saw Nazareth and Bethlehem,

the Sea of Galilee.

We saw Jerusalem.

It was my father's dream.

Professor Gethyn-Jones

was a friend of Father's.

He wants me to give him the books.

For nothing.

Sell them.

- And what'll you do?

- What can I do'?

My sister lives in Cheltenham, but...

she's like Father.

We were happy, you know,

in India, before Mother died.

The mission was lovely. We used to stay

with Father, all through the dry season,

while the other families

went to the hill stations.

We nearly died of the heat.

And I'd not a fire all winter.

Save the fire in the pub

where they hired me.

Perhaps I should go back to India.

Look...

Lark'll have a nest hereabout.

Look what I've done.

There'll be other nests.

I can show you them.

And I can show you badgers.

Do you know how to find

whinberries in the heather?

And mushrooms?

I can show you mushrooms

standing in rings.

And I can show you buzzards,

in the rocks.

Don't...cry.

Don't...cry.

The books...

Sell them.

Ma-ry!

Ma-ry!

Mary Latimer

Ma-ry Jones!

Hurry now. There's a farm

for rent on the Black Hill.

There it be.

Go on!

Watkins, Craig-y-Fedw.

Watkins the Coffin them do call him.

Could you live in this?

I could.

There be 120 acre

and half gone to fern.

Them do call it "The Vision".

Oh, "The Vision"...

I can't say I've ever been to "The Vision".

I can't even think where "The Vision" is.

Let's look it up on the map, shall we?

Now. . .er...

Ah...

Ooh... Bit cold,

up there on the mountains, eh.

Safer than on the plain.

There are other applications.

And it will take at least four months

for Colonel Bickerton to decide.

Too late, I'm afraid.

China or Indian?

Miss Latimer...

Mary...

India

Are you sure it's the right thing?

I'm sure.

I like the Welsh, but they do seem to get

so angry later.

Must be to do with the climate.

No, I'm sure.

You could come here, you know.

The children need a governess.

- Why don't you come here?

- No, Mrs Bickerton.

Thank you.

I'll talk to my husband.

You can count on the farm.

Look at my piano!

- Where do you want this?

- In the front kitchen.

Careful.

Mind the walls!

Very tidy here. Very tidy indeed.

Oh, Sam.

We must have a kitchen garden.

Then we can have fresh vegetables.

Maybe even asparagus!

Asparagus?

Who do you think you are, then?

Married into the gentry, is it?

Come on, Father.

The beasts must be foddered.

Asparagus...

Very tidy.

"Sardius. Sardonyx. Chyrsolyte.

Chalcedony.

"Thy navel is like a round goblet.

"Thy belly...

"Emerald...

"amethyst...

"ch rysolyte.

"Honey and milk

are under thy tongue."

J" I was glad

I Glad, when they said unto me

I We will go into the House of the Lord

J Our feet shall stand in thy gates

I O, Jerusalem...

Afternoon.

Mr Davies.

- Hello.

- He's happy.

He looks well, don't he?

Bitter cold it be.

Cold as charity.

Do help yourselves.

Ooh...very posh...

- Where's this, then, Mary?

- Oh, that's Benares.

With all this cold weather we've been

having, I suppose, sometimes,

you wish you was back in India.

And look at that elephant!

No, I'm pleased to be here.

How big are these elephants, then?

About three times the size of a carthorse.

'Tis cold, though, Ruth.

With so little hay, I don't know

how we're going to last the winter.

She hath trodden

in the steps of the Lord, mind.

She hath seen the Rose of Sharon.

Yes, I've been to the Holy Land,

as well as to India.

I've been to Carmel, and Hebron,

and Galilee...

And Babylon, by any chance?

No, Mother. Babylon isn't in the Holy Land.

No. It be not in the Holy Land.

Well, Your Ladyship knows best, I'm sure.

You'll have us the laughing stock.

I want none of your filthy Indian food!

Don't hit me!

I won't hit you!

Be the winter as makes me mad.

Some winters seem as they'll never end.

Well, next winter, we shall have

someone else to think about.

Stop that!

Will you hurt the baby?

Courage, man.

- Is she all right?

- Don't be so silly!

Please, God, it be a boy,

I'll never touch her again.

Anymore newspaper?

An oilskin? Anything will do.

- Be it a boy?

- Two of them!

So, which one's Lewis

and which one's Benjamin?

This is Lewis. This is Benjamin.

Ho-ho.

So. Who is who?

- What's your name?

- Benjamin.

- What about you?

- Lewis.

Like as two peas in a pod.

- How do you tell them apart, eh?

- Oh, I know...

Well, let's see, then.

Benjamin is in the brown,

and Lewis in the grey.

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