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Who Were They?



And who were the drovers? 

P G Hughes paints a picture of a Welsh boy, half-starved on a poor upland farm, who, hearing the jingling of a pony’s harness, looks up to see a well-fed, confident man on his well-fed pony coming over the hill; he has a smart coat, new boots and (doubtless) money in his pockets; he calls out ‘Hello, Boy.  Where’s your father?’ 

A few minutes later the boy is sitting in the kitchen.  He looks at his gaunt, overworked father in worn-out clothes at one end of the table; he sees the sleek stranger at the other end, talking about the latest news from London, the latest fashions, the excitement, the meat and drink – and decides! 


Maybe the boy will drive cattle for only five or ten years before settling down on his father’s farm – but he has to give it a try… The itinerant lifestyle must have been highly appealing to a young man with a yearning to see the outside world.


The drove he joins may include three generations at work: the elder men will be teaching their sons' generation while the sons guide the youngsters.  The bowler hat that drovers wore with pride was the sign of a trade, and this trade needed a long, hard apprenticeship.  The routes must be learned by heart without signpost or map; water must be found without fail or the herd is lost.  Ways of using dogs to cajole reluctant, cussed beasts to go in the desired direction, of curing bloat in sheep, of survival in the open...so many mysteries to be mastered.  But what adventure!


There is a deity in charge of each herd: the porthmon or topsman, who rides ahead on a pony, returns to direct the drove to the next available inn, handles the money, speaks English as well as Welsh...no one disobeys Him!  He is the man with the expertise to get the cattle to market on time and guarantee wages; he is a man whom everyone trusts.  (He probably joined the drove as a youngster himself...)



If the boy stays in the trade, he may become a cattle-dealer, hiring his own men and boys.  Some of the former would have been 'men of the road' who liked the itinerant life.  At the end of the trail was London, capital of the known world with all the temptations of Eden.  (The men in #2 seem to have sampled the delights of London a few times too often.  But in reality they are living a hard existence, which certainly shows.)



(Picture #1 is of a drover's boy, taken around 1900 at Canons Ashby, home of the Dryden family.  Alice Dryden bribed the boy to pose for the photo; the bribe was an apple: you can it see clasped tightly in his right hand.)

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Drovers from Montgomery