Thus reinforced, Usk merges itself in the larger life of the Bristol Channel.
One afternoon we went to the churchyard overlooking the Usk.
Though the old place on the banks of the Usk had been sold fifty years before, still, he was Caradoc of the Garth.
"But then you always digest all you eat," Usk remarks to him, enviously.
Through a lovely valley the Usk reaches its second town of consequence—Crickhowell.
"It's the confounded levelling that destroys it," says Usk, echoing the sigh.
Half a mile higher up the Tarell also falls into the Usk from the south.
Usk laughs, but sulkily; he has the impression that his beloved friend is making fun of him, but he is not quite sure.
"They are conspiring for the ruin of your family," says Usk, with a groan.
"It is what the French call an 'alliance trs comme il faut,'" says Usk, from sheer spirit of contradiction.