"YourhannerisanOrangeman，Isee。Well，yourhanner，theOrangeisnowinthekennel，andtheCroppieshaveitalltheirownway。"
　　"Andperhaps，"saidI，"beforeIdie，theOrangewillbeoutofthekennelandtheCroppiesin，evenastheywereinmyyoungdays。"
　　"Whoknows，yourhanner？andwhoknowsthatImaynotplaytheoldtuneroundWillie’simageinCollegeGreen，evenasIusedsometwenty—sevenyearsago？"
　　"OhthenyouhavebeenanOrangefiddler？"
　　"Ihave，yourhanner。AndnowasyourhannerhasbehavedlikeagentlemantomeIwilltellyeallmyhistory。IwasborninthecityofDublin，thatisinthevillageofDonnybrook，asItouldyourhannerbefore。ItwastothetradeofbricklayingIwasbred，andbricklayingIfollowedtillatlast，gettingmylegsmashed，notbyfallingofftheladder，butbyarowinthefair，Iwasobligedtogiveitup，forhowcouldIrunuptheladderwithapattenonmyfoot，whichtheyputontomakemybrokenlegaslongastheother。Wellyourhanner，beingobligedtogiveupmybricklaying，Itooktofiddling，towhichIhadalwaysanaturalinclination，andplayedaboutthestreets，andatfairs，andwakes，andweddings。AtlengthsomeOrangemengettingacquaintedwithme，andlikingmystyleofplaying，invitedmetotheirlodge，wheretheygavemetodrinkandtouldmethatifIwouldchangemyreligion，andjointhem，andplaytheirtunes，theywouldmakeitanswermypurpose。Well，yourhanner，withoutmuchsticklingI
　　gaveupmyPopery，joinedtheOrangelodge，learnedtheOrangetunes，andbecamearegularProtestantboy，andtrulytheOrangemenkepttheirword，andmadeitanswermypurpose。OhthemeatanddrinkIgot，andthemoneyImadebyplayingattheOrangelodgesandbeforetheprocessionswhentheOrangemenparadedthestreetswiththeirOrangecolours。Andoh，whatadayformewasthegloriousfirstofJulywhenwithmywholebodycoveredwithOrangeribbons，IfiddledCroppiesLieDown，BoyneWater，andtheProtestantBoysbeforetheprocessionwhichwalkedroundWillie’sfigureonhorsebackinCollegeGreen，themanandhorseallablazewithOrangecolours。Butnothinglastsunderthesun，asyourhannerknows；Orangeismbegantogodown；theGovernmentscowledatit，andatlastpassedalawpreventingtheProtestantboysdressingupthefigureonthefirstofJuly，andwalkingroundit。
　　Thatwasthedeath—blowoftheOrangeparty，yourhanner；theyneverrecoveredit，butbegantodespondanddwindle，andIwiththem；fortherewasscarcelyanydemandforOrangetunes。ThenDanO’Connellarosewithhisemancipationandrepalecries，andtheninsteadofOrangeprocessionsandwalkings，therewerePapistprocessionsandmobs，whichmademeafraidtostirout，lestknowingmeforanOrangefiddler，theyshouldbreakmyhead，astheboysbrokemylegatDonnybrookfair。AtlengthsomeoftherepalersandemancipatorsknowingthatIwasafirst—ratehandatfiddlingcametomeandtouldme，thatifIwouldgiveoverplayingCroppiesLieDownandotherOrangetunes，andwouldplayCroppiesGetUp，andwhatnot，andbecomeaCatholicandarepaler，andanemancipator，theywouldmakeamanofme—soasmyOrangetradewasgone，andIwashalf—starved，Iconsinted，nothowevertilltheyhadintroducedmetoDanielO’Connell，whocalledmeacridittomycountry，andtheIrishHorpheus，andpromisedmeasovereignifIwouldconsinttojointhecause，ashecalledit。Well，yourhanner，IjoinedwiththecauseandbecameaPapist，ImaneaCatholiconcemore，andwentattheheadofprocessionscoveredalloverwithgreenribbons，playingCroppiesGetUp，GrannyWhale，andthelike。But，yourhanner，thoughIwentthewholehogwiththerepalersandemancipators，theydidnotmaketheirwordsgoodbymakingamanofme。Scantandsparingweretheyinthemateanddrink，andyetmoresparinginthemoney，andDanielO’Connellnevergavemethesovereignwhichhepromisedme。No，yourhanner，thoughIplayedCroppiesGetUp，tillmyfingersached，asI
　　stumpedbeforehimandhismobsandprocessions，henevergavemethesovereign：unlikeyourhannerwhogavemetheshillingyepromisedmeforplayingCroppiesLieDown，DanielO’ConnellnevergavemethesovereignhepromisedmeforplayingCroppiesGetUp。
　　Och，yourhanner，IoftenwishedtheouldOrangedayswerebackagain。HoweverasIcoulddonobetterIcontinuedgoingthewholehogwiththeemancipatorsandrepalersandDanO’Connell；Iwentthewholeanimalwiththemtilltheyhadgotemancipation；andI
　　wentthewholeanimalwiththemtilltheyhadnearlygotrepale—
　　whenallofasuddentheyletthewholethingdrop—DanandhispartyhavingfrightedtheGovernmentoutofitssevensenses，andgottenalltheycouldget，inmoneyandplaces，whichwasalltheywanted，letthewholehullabaloodrop，andofcoursemyself，whoformedpartofit。IwenttothosewhohadpersuadedmetogiveupmyOrangetunes，andtoplayPapistones，beggingthemtogivemework；buttheytouldmeverycivillythattheyhadnofurtheroccasionformyservices。IwenttoDanielO’Connellremindinghimofthesovereignhehadpromisedme，andofferingifhegaveitmetoplayCroppiesGetUpunderthenoseofthelord—lieutenanthimself；buthetouldmethathehadnottimetoattendtome，andwhenIpersisted，bademegototheDivilandshakemyself。Well，yourhanner，seeingnoprospectformyselfinmyowncountry，andhavingincurredsomelittledebts，forwhichIfearedtobearrested，IcameovertoEnglandandWales，wherewithlittlecontentandsatisfactionIhavepassedsevenyears。"
　　"Well，"saidI；"thankyouforyourhistory—farewell。"
　　"Stap，yourhanner；doesyourhannerthinkthattheOrangewilleverbeoutofthekennel，andthattheOrangeboyswilleverwalkroundthebrassmanandhorseinCollegeGreenastheydidofould？"
　　"Whoknows？"saidI。"Butsupposeallthatweretohappen，whatwoulditsignifytoyou？"
　　"WhythendivilbeinmypattenifIwouldnotgobacktoDonnybrookandDublin，hoisttheOrangecockade，andbecomeasgoodanOrangeboyasever。"
　　"What，"saidI，"andgiveupPoperyforthesecondtime？"
　　"Iwould，yourhanner；andwhynot？forinspiteofwhatIhaveheardFatherTobansay，IambynomeanscertainthatallProtestantswillbedamned。"
　　"Farewell，"saidI。
　　"Farewell，yourhanner，andlonglifeandprosperitytoyou！GodblessyourhannerandyourOrangeface。Ah，theOrangeboysaretheboysforkeepingfaith。TheyneverservedmeasDanO’Connellandhisdirtygangofrepalersandemancipatorsdid。Farewell，yourhanner，oncemore；andhere’sanotherscratchoftheilliganttuneyourhannerissofondof，tocheerupyourhanner’searsuponyourway。"
　　AndlongafterIhadlefthimIcouldhearhimplayingonhisfiddleinfirst—ratestylethebeautifultuneof"Down，down，CroppiesLieDown。"
　　CHAPTERXXVI
　　CeiniogMawr—PentreVoelas—TheOldConway—StupendousPass—
　　TheGwedirFamily—CapelCurig—TheTwoChildren—Bread—
　　WonderfulEcho—TremendousWalker。
　　IWALKEDonbrisklyoveraflatuninterestingcountry，andinaboutanhour’stimecameinfrontofalargestonehouse。Itstoodneartheroad，ontheleft—handside，withapondandpleasanttreesbeforeit，andanumberofcorn—stacksbehind。Ithadsomethingtheappearanceofaninn，butdisplayednosign。AsIwasstandinglookingatit，amanwiththelookofalabourer，andwithadogbyhisside，cameoutofthehouseandadvancedtowardsme。
　　"Whatisthenameofthisplace？"saidItohiminEnglishashedrewnigh。
　　"Sir，"saidtheman，"thenameofthehouseisCeiniogMawr。"
　　"Isitaninn？"saidI。
　　"Notnow，sir；butsomeyearsagoitwasaninn，andaverylargeone，atwhichcoachesusedtostop；atpresentitisoccupiedbyanamaethwr—thatisafarmer，sir。"
　　"CeiniogMawrmeansagreatpenny，"saidI，"whyisitcalledbythatname？"
　　"Ihaveheard，sir，thatbeforeitwasaninnitwasaveryconsiderableplace，namelyaroyalmint，atwhichpenniesweremade，andonthataccountitwascalledCeiniogMawr。"
　　IwassubsequentlytoldthatthenameofthisplacewasCerniogeMawr。Ifsuchbetherealnamethelegendaboutthemintfallstotheground，Cerniogehavingnothingtodowithpence。CerninWelshmeansajaw。PerhapsthetruenameofthehouseisCorniawg，whichinterpretedisaplacewithplentyofturretsorchimneys。A
　　mileortwofurtherthegroundbegantorise，andIcametoasmallvillageattheentranceofwhichwasawater—wheel—nearthevillagewasagentleman’sseatalmostsurroundedbygroves。AfterIhadpassedthroughthevillage，seeingawomanseatedbytheroadsideknitting，IaskedherinEnglishitsname。FindingshehadnoSaesnegIrepeatedthequestioninWelsh，whereuponshetoldmethatitwascalledPentreVoelas。
　　"Andwhomdoesthe’Plas’belongtoyonderamongstthegroves？"
　　saidI。
　　"ItbelongstoMrWynn，sir，andsodoesthevillageandagreatdealofthelandabouthere。AverygoodgentlemanisMrWynn，sir；heisverykindtohistenantsandaverygoodladyisMrsWynn，sir；inthewintershegivesmuchsouptothepoor。"
　　AfterleavingthevillageofPentreVoelasIsoonfoundmyselfinawildhillyregion。Icrossedabridgeoverariver，which，brawlingandtumblingamidstrocks，shapeditscoursetothenorth—
　　east。AsIproceeded，thecountrybecamemoreandmorewild；thereweredinglesandhollowsinabundance，andfantastic—lookinghills，someofwhichwerebare，andotherscladwithtreesofvariouskinds。Cametoalittlewellinacavity，duginahighbankontheleft—handsideoftheroad，andfencedbyrudestoneworkoneitherside；thewellwasaboutteninchesindiameter，andasmanydeep。Wateroozingfromthebankuponaslantingtilefastenedintotheearthfellintoit。Afterdamminguptheendofthetilewithmyhand，anddrinkingsomedeliciouswater，Ipassedonandpresentlyarrivedatacottage，justinsidethedoorofwhichsatagood—lookingmiddle—agedwomanengagedinknitting，thegeneraloccupationofWelshfemales。
　　"Good—day，"saidItoherinWelsh。"Fineweather。"
　　"Intruth，sir，itisfineweatherfortheharvest。"
　　"Areyoualoneinthehouse？"
　　"Iam，sir，myhusbandhasgonetohislabour。"
　　"Haveyouanychildren？"
　　"Two，sir；buttheyareoutatservice。"
　　"Whatisthenameofthisplace？"
　　"PantPaddock，sir。"
　　"Doyougetyourwaterfromthelittlewellyonder？"
　　"Wedo，sir，andgoodwateritis。"
　　"Ihavedrunkofit。"
　　"Muchgoodmaywhatyouhavedrunkdoyou，sir！"
　　"Whatisthenameoftherivernearhere？"
　　"ItiscalledtheConway，sir。"
　　"Dearme；isthatrivertheConway？"
　　"Youhaveheardofit，sir？"
　　"Heardofit！itisoneofthefamousriversoftheworld。Thepoetsareveryfondofit—oneofthegreatpoetsofmycountrycallsittheoldConway。"
　　"Isoneriverolderthananother，sir？"
　　"That’sashrewdquestion。Canyouread？"
　　"Ican，sir。"
　　"Haveyouanybooks？"
　　"IhavetheBible，sir。"
　　"Willyoushowitme？"
　　"Willingly，sir。"
　　Thengettingupshetookabookfromashelfandhandedittome，atthesametimebeggingmetoenterthehouseandsitdown。I
　　declined，andsheagaintookherseatandresumedheroccupation。
　　Onopeningthebookthefirstwordswhichmetmyeyewere："Gadimifynedtrwydydir！—Letmegothroughyourcountry"（Numb。XX。
　　22）。
　　"Imaysaythesewords，"saidI，pointingtothepassage。"Letmegothroughyourcountry。"
　　"Noonewillhinderyou，sir，foryouseemacivilgentleman。"
　　"Noonehashinderedmehitherto。WhereverIhavebeeninWalesI
　　haveexperiencednothingbutkindnessandhospitality，andwhenI
　　returntomyowncountryIwillsayso。"
　　"Whatcountryisyours，sir？"
　　"England。Didyounotknowthatbymytongue？"
　　"Ididnot，sir。Iknewbyyourtonguethatyouwerenotfromourparts—butIdidnotknowthatyouwereanEnglishman。ItookyouforaCumroofthesouthcountry。"
　　Returningthekindwomanherbook，andbiddingherfarewellI
　　departed，andproceededsomemilesthroughatrulymagnificentcountryofwood，rock，andmountain。AtlengthIcametoasteepmountaingorge，downwhichtheroadrannearlyduenorth，theConwaytotheleftrunningwithgreatnoiseparallelwiththeroad，amongstbrokenrocks，whichchafeditintofoam。Iwasnowamidststupendoushills，whosepaps，peaks，andpinnaclesseemedtorisetotheveryheaven。Animmensemountainontherightsideoftheroadparticularlystruckmyattention，andoninquiringofamanbreakingstonesbytheroadsideIlearnedthatitwascalledDinasMawr，orthelargecitadel，perhapsfromaforthavingbeenbuiltuponittodefendthepassintheoldBritishtimes。ComingtothebottomofthepassIcrossedoverbyanancientbridge，and，passingthroughasmalltown，foundmyselfinabeautifulvalleywithmajestichillsoneitherside。ThiswastheDyffrynConway，thecelebratedValeofConway，towhichinthesummertimefashionablegentryfromallpartsofBritainresortforshadeandrelaxation。WhenaboutmidwaydownthevalleyIturnedtothewest，uponeofthegrandestpassesintheworld，havingtwoimmensedoor—postsofrockattheentrance。thenorthernoneprobablyrisingtothealtitudeofninehundredfeet。Onthesouthernsideofthispassneartheentrancewereneatdwellingsfortheaccommodationofvisitorswithcoolapartmentsonthegroundfloor，withlargewindows，lookingtowardstheprecipitoussideofthemightynorthernhill；withinthemIobservedtables，andbooks，andyoungmen，probablyEnglishcollegians，seatedatstudy。
　　AfterIhadproceededsomewayupthepass，downwhichasmallriverran，awomanwhowasstandingontheright—handsideoftheway，seeminglyonthelook—out，beggedmeinbrokenEnglishtostepasideandlookatthefall。
　　"Youmeanawaterfall，Isuppose？"saidI。
　　"Yes，sir。"
　　"Andhowdoyoucallit？"saidI。
　　"TheFalloftheSwallow，sir。"
　　"AndinWelsh？"saidI。
　　"RhaiadryWennol，sir。"
　　"Andwhatisthenameoftheriver？"saidI。
　　"WecalltherivertheLygwy，sir。"
　　ItoldthewomanIwouldgo，whereuponsheconductedmethroughagateontheright—handsideanddownapathoverhungwithtreestoarockprojectingintotheriver。TheFalloftheSwallowisnotamajesticsinglefall，butasuccessionofsmallones。Firstthereareanumberoflittlefoamingtorrents，burstingthroughrocksabouttwentyyardsabovethepromontoryonwhichIstood。Thencometwobeautifulrollsofwhitewater，dashingintoapoolalittlewayabovethepromontory；thenthereisaswirlofwaterrounditscornerintoapoolbelowonitsright，blackasdeath，andseeminglyofgreatdepth；thenarushthroughaverynarrowoutletintoanotherpool，fromwhichthewaterclamoursawaydowntheglen。SuchistheRhaiadryWennol，orSwallowFall；calledsofromtherapiditywithwhichthewatersrushandskipalong。
　　Onaskingthewomanonwhosepropertythefallwas，sheinformedmethatitwasonthepropertyoftheGwedirfamily。ThenameofGwedirbroughttomymindthe"HistoryoftheGwedirFamily，"arareandcuriousbookwhichIhadreadinmyboyhood，andwhichwaswrittenbytherepresentativeofthatfamily，acertainSirJohnWynne，aboutthebeginningoftheseventeenthcentury。Itgivesanaccountofthefortunesofthefamily，fromitsearliestrise；butmoreparticularlyafterithademigrated，inordertoavoidbadneighbours，fromafairandfertiledistrictintoruggedSnowdonia，whereitfoundanythingbutthereposeitcameinquestof。ThebookwhichiswritteninboldgraphicEnglish，flingsconsiderablelightonthestateofsocietyinWales，inthetimeoftheTudors，atrulydeplorablestate，asthebookisfullofaccountsoffeuds，pettybutdesperateskirmishes，andrevengefulmurders。Tomanyofthedomesticsagas，orhistoriesofancientIcelandicfamilies，fromthecharacteroftheeventswhichitdescribesandalsofromthemannerinwhichitdescribesthem，the"HistoryoftheGwedirFamily，"bySirJohnWynne，bearsastrikingresemblance。
　　AftergivingthewomansixpenceIleftthefall，andproceededonmyway。Ipresentlycrossedabridgeunderwhichrantheriverofthefall，andwassooninawidevalleyoneachsideofwhichwereloftyhillsdottedwithwood，andatthetopofwhichstoodamightymountain，bareandprecipitous，withtwopapslikethoseofPindusoppositeJanina，butsomewhatsharper。Itwasaregionoffairybeautyandofwildgrandeur。Meetinganoldbleared—eyedfarmerIinquiredthenameofthemountainandlearnedthatitwascalledMoelSiabodorShabod。Shortlyafterleavinghim，Iturnedfromtheroadtoinspectamonticlewhichappearedtometohavesomethingoftheappearanceofaburialheap。Itstoodinagreenmeadowbytheriverwhichrandownthevalleyontheleft。Whetheritwasagravehilloranaturalmonticle，Iwillnotsay；butstandinginthefairmeadow，therivuletmurmuringbesideit，andtheoldmountainlookingdownuponit，Ithoughtitlookedaverymeetresting—placeforanoldCelticking。
　　TurningroundthenorthernsideofthemightySiabodIsoonreachedthevillageofCapelCurig，standinginavalleybetweentwohills，theeasternmostofwhichistheaforesaidMoelSiabod。HavingwalkednowtwentymilesinabroilingdayIthoughtithightimetotakesomerefreshment，andinquiredthewaytotheinn。Theinn，orratherthehotel，foritwasaverymagnificentedifice，stoodattheentranceofapassleadingtoSnowdon，onthesouthernsideofthevalley，inatotallydifferentdirectionfromtheroadleadingtoBangor，towhichplaceIwasbound。ThereIdinedinagrandsaloonamidstagreatdealoffashionablecompany，who，probablyconceivingfrommyheatedanddustyappearancethatIwassomepoorfellowtravellingonfootfrommotivesofeconomy，surveyedmewithlooksofthemostsuperciliousdisdain，which，however，neitherdeprivedmeofmyappetitenoroperateduncomfortablyonmyfeelings。
　　Mydinnerfinished，Ipaidmybill，andhavingsaunteredalittleaboutthehotelgarden，whichissituatedontheborderofasmalllakeandfromwhich，throughthevistaofthepass，Snowdonmaybeseentoweringinmajestyatthedistanceofaboutsixmiles，I
　　startedforBangor，whichisfourteenmilesfromCapelCurig。
　　TheroadtoBangorfromCapelCurigisalmostduewest。Anhour’swalkingbroughtmetoableakmoor，extendingforalongwayamidstwildsterilehills。
　　Thefirstofachainontheleft，wasahugelumpyhillwithaprecipicetowardstheroadprobablythreehundredfeethigh。WhenIhadcomenearlyparallelwiththecommencementofthisprecipice，Isawontheleft—handsideoftheroadtwochildrenlookingoveralowwallbehindwhichatalittledistancestoodawretchedhovel。
　　OncomingupIstoppedandlookedatthem；theywereaboyandgirl；thefirstabouttwelve，thelatterayearortwoyounger；
　　bothwretchedlydressedandlookingverysickly。
　　"HaveyouanyEnglish？"saidI，addressingtheboyinWelsh。
　　"Dimgair，"saidtheboy；"notaword；thereisnoSaesnegnearhere。"
　　"Whatisthenameofthisplace？"
　　"ThenameofourhouseisHelyg。"
　　"Andwhatisthenameofthathill？"saidI，pointingtothehilloftheprecipice。
　　"AlltyGog—thehighplaceofthecuckoo。"
　　"Haveyouafatherandmother？"
　　"Wehave。"
　　"Aretheyinthehouse？"
　　"TheyaregonetoCapelCurig。"
　　"Andtheyleftyoualone？"
　　"Theydid。Withthecatandthetrin—wire。"
　　"Doyourfatherandmothermakewire—work？"
　　"Theydo。Theylivebymakingit。"
　　"Whatisthewire—workfor？"
　　"Itisforhedgestofencethefieldswith。"
　　"Doyouhelpyourfatherandmother？"
　　"Wedo；asfaraswecan。"
　　"Youbothlookunwell。"
　　"Wehavelatelyhadthecryd"（ague）。
　　"Istheremuchcrydabouthere？"
　　"Plenty。"
　　"Doyoulivewell？"
　　"Whenwehavebreadwelivewell。"
　　"IfIgiveyouapennywillyoubringmesomewater？"
　　"Wewill，whetheryougiveusapennyornot。Come，sister，letusgoandfetchthegentlemanwater。"
　　Theyranintothehouseandpresentlyreturned，thegirlbearingapanofwater。AfterIhaddrunkIgaveeachofthechildrenapenny，andreceivedinreturnfromeachadiolchorthanks。
　　"Caneitherofyouread？"
　　"Neitheronenortheother。"
　　"Canyourfatherandmotherread？"
　　"Myfathercannot，mymothercanalittle。"
　　"Aretherebooksinthehouse？"
　　"Therearenot。"
　　"NoBible？"
　　"Thereisnobookatall。"
　　"Doyougotochurch？"
　　"Wedonot。"
　　"Tochapel？"
　　"Infineweather。"
　　"Areyouhappy？"
　　"Whenthereisbreadinthehouseandnocrydweareallhappy。"
　　"Farewelltoyou，children。"
　　"Farewelltoyou，gentleman！"exclaimedboth。
　　"Ihavelearntsomething，"saidI，"ofWelshcottagelifeandfeelingfromthatpoorsicklychild。"
　　Ihadpassedthefirstandsecondofthehillswhichstoodontheleft，andahugelongmountainontherightwhichconfrontedboth，whenayoungmancamedownfromagullyonmylefthand，andproceededinthesamedirectionasmyself。Hewasdressedinabluecoatandcorduroytrowsers，andappearedtobeofaconditionalittleabovethatofalabourer。HeshookhisheadandscowledwhenIspoketohiminEnglish，butsmiledonmyspeakingWelsh，andsaid："Ah，youspeakCumraeg：IthoughtnoSaiscouldspeakCumraeg。"Iaskedhimifhewasgoingfar。
　　"Aboutfourmiles，"hereplied。
　　"OntheBangorroad？"
　　"Yes，"saidhe；"downtheBangorroad。"
　　Ilearnedthathewasacarpenter，andthathehadbeenupthegullytoseeanacquaintance—perhapsasweetheart。WepassedalakeonourrightwhichhetoldmewascalledLlynOgwen，andthatitaboundedwithfish。Hewasveryamusing，andexpressedgreatdelightathavingfoundanEnglishmanwhocouldspeakWelsh；"itwillbeathingtotalkof，"saidhe，"fortherestofmylife。"
　　Heenteredtwoorthreecottagesbythesideoftheroad，andeachtimehecameoutIheardhimsay："IamwithaSaiswhocanspeakCumraeg。"Atlengthwecametoagloomy—lookingvalleytrendingduenorth；downthisvalleytheroadran，havinganenormouswallofrocksonitsrightandaprecipitoushollowontheleft，beyondwhichwasawallequallyhighastheotherone。Whenwehadproceededsomewaydowntheroadmyguidesaid。"Youshallnowhearawonderfulecho，"andshouting"taw，taw，"therocksrepliedinamannersomethinglikethebayingofhounds。"Harktothedogs！"exclaimedmycompanion。"ThispassiscalledNantyrieuancgwn，thepassoftheyoungdogs，becausewhenoneshoutsitanswerswithanoiseresemblingthecryingofhounds。"
　　Thesunwassettingwhenwecametoasmallvillageatthebottomofthepass。Iaskedmycompanionitsname。"Tyynymaes，"hereplied，addingashestoppedbeforeasmallcottagethathewasgoingnofarther，ashedweltthere。
　　"Isthereapublic—househere？"saidI。
　　"Thereis，"hereplied，"youwillfindonealittlefartherupontherighthand。"
　　"Come，andtakesomeale，"saidI。
　　"No，"saidhe。