HisalefromShrewsburytownhebrings；
Hisusquebaughisdrinkforkings；
Braggethekeeps，breadwhiteoflook，And，blessthemark！abustlingcook。
Hismansionistheminstrels’home，You’llfindthemtherewhene’eryoucomeOfallhersexhiswife’sthebest；
ThehouseholdthroughhercareisblestShe’sscionofaknightlytree，She’sdignified，she’skindandfree。
Hisbairnsapproachme，pairbypair，Owhatanestofchieftainsfair！
HeredifficultitistocatchAsightofeitherboltorlatch；
Theporter’splaceherenonewillfill；
Herlargessshallbelavish’dstill，Andne’ershallthirstorhungerrudeInSycharthventuretointrude。
Anobleleader，Cambria’sknight，Thelakepossesses，hisbyright，Andmidstthatazurewaterplac’d，Thecastle，byeachpleasuregrac’d。
AndwhenIhadfinishedrepeatingtheselinesIsaid，"Howmuchmorehappy，innocent，andholy，IwasinthedaysofmyboyhoodwhenItranslateIolo’sodethanIamatthepresenttime！"ThencoveringmyfacewithmyhandsIweptlikeachild。
CHAPTERLXVII
CupofCoffee—Gwen—BluffoldFellow—ARabbleRout—AllfromWrexham。
AFTERawhileIarosefrommyseatanddescendingthehillreturnedtothehouseofmyhonestfriends，whomIfoundsittingbytheirfireasIhadfirstseenthem。
"Well，"saidtheman，"didyoubringbackOwenGlendower？"
"Notonlyhim，"saidI，"buthishouse，family，andallrelatingtohim。"
"Bywhatmeans？"saidtheman。
"Bymeansofasongmadealongtimeago，whichdescribesSycharthasitwasinhistime，andhismanneroflivingthere。"
PresentlyGwen，whohadbeenpreparingcoffeeinexpectationofmyreturn，pouredoutacupful，whichshepresentedtome，atthesametimehandingmesomewhitesugarinabasin。
Itookthecoffee，helpedmyselftosomesugar，andreturnedherthanksinherownlanguage。
"Ah，"saidtheman，inWelsh，"IseeyouareaCumro。GwenandI
havebeenwonderingwhetheryouwereWelshorEnglish；butIseeyouareoneofourselves。"
"No，"saidIinthesamelanguage，"IamanEnglishman，borninapartofEnglandthefarthestofanyfromWales。Infact，IamaCarnSais。"
"AndhowcameyoutospeakWelsh？"saidtheman。
"ItookitintomyheadtolearnitwhenIwasaboy，"saidI。
"Englishmensometimesdostrangethings。"
"SoIhaveheard，"saidtheman，"butIneverheardbeforeofanEnglishmanlearningWelsh。"
Iproceededtodrinkmycoffee，andhavingfinishedit，andhadalittlemorediscourseIgotup，andhavinggivenGwenapieceofsilver，whichshereceivedwithasmileandacurtsey，IsaidI
mustnowbegoing，"Won’tyoutakeanothercup？"saidGwen，"youarewelcome。"
"No，thankyou，"saidI，"Ihavehadenough。"
"Whereareyougoing？"saidthemaninEnglish。
"ToLlanRhyadr，"saidI，"fromwhichIcamethismorning。"
"Whichwaydidyoucome？"saidtheman。
"ByLlanGedwin，"Ireplied，"andoverthehill。Isthereanotherway？"
"Thereis，"saidtheman，"byLlanSilin。"
"LlanSilin！"saidI；"isnotthattheplacewhereHuwMorrisisburied？"
"Itis，"saidtheman。
"IwillreturnbyLlanSilin，"saidI，"andinpassingthroughpayavisittothetombofthegreatpoet。IsLlanSilinfaroff？"
"Abouthalfamile，"saidtheman。"Gooverthebridge，turntotheright，andyouwillbetherepresently。"
Ishookthehonestcouplebythehandandbadethemfarewell。Themanputonhishatandwentwithmeafewyardsfromthedoor，andthenproceededtowardsthefactory。Ipassedoverthebridge，underwhichwasastreamlet，whichalittlebelowthebridgereceivedthebrookwhichonceturnedOwenGlendower’scorn—mill。I
soonreachedLlanSilin，avillageortownlet，havingsomehighhillsatashortdistancetothewestward，whichformpartoftheBerwyn。
Ienteredthekitchenofanold—fashionedpublic—house，andsittingdownbyatabletoldthelandlord，ared—nosedelderlyman，whocamebowinguptome，tobringmeapintofale。Thelandlordbowedanddeparted。Abluff—lookingoldfellow，somewhatunderthemiddlesize，satjustoppositetomeatthetable。Hewasdressedinawhitefriezecoat，andhadasmallhatonhisheadsetratherconsequentiallyononeside。Beforehimonthetablestoodajugofale，betweenwhichandhimlayalargecrabstick。Threeorfourotherpeoplestoodorsatindifferentpartsoftheroom。
Presentlythelandlordreturnedwiththeale。
"Isupposeyoucomeonsessionsbusiness，sir？"saidhe，asheplaceditdownbeforeme。
"Arethesessionsbeingheldhereto—day？"saidI。
"Theyare，"saidthelandlord，"andthereisplentyofbusiness；
twobadcasesofpoaching，SirWatkin’skeepersareupatcourtandhopetoconvict。"
"Iamnotcomeonsessionsbusiness，"saidI；"Iammerelystrollingalittleabouttoseethecountry。"
"HeiscomefromSouthWales，"saidtheoldfellowinthefriezecoat，tothelandlord，"inordertoseewhatkindofcountrythenorthis。Wellatanyratehehasseenabettercountrythanhisown。"
"HowdoyouknowthatIcomefromSouthWales？"saidI。
"ByyourEnglish，"saidtheoldfellow；"anybodymayknowyouareSouthWelshbyyourEnglish；itissocursedlybad。Butlet’shearyouspeakalittleWelsh；thenIshallbecertainastowhoyouare。"
Ididashebademe，sayingafewwordsinWelsh。
"There’sWelsh，"saidtheoldfellow，"whobutaSouthWelshmanwouldtalkWelshinthatmanner？It’snearlyasbadasyourEnglish。"
IaskedhimifhehadeverbeeninSouthWales。
"Yes，"saidhe；"andabadcountryIfoundit；justlikethepeople。"
"IfyoutakemeforaSouthWelshman，"saidI，"yououghttospeakcivillybothoftheSouthWelshandtheircountry。"
"Iammerelypayingtitfortat，"saidtheoldfellow。"WhenIwasinSouthWalesyourpeoplelaughedatmyfolksandcountry，sowhenImeetoneofthemhereIservehimoutasIwasservedoutthere。"
Imadenoreplytohim，butaddressingmyselftothelandlordinquiredwhetherHuwMorriswasnotburiedinLlanSilinchurchyard。Herepliedintheaffirmative。
"Ishouldliketoseehistomb，"saidI。
"Well，sir，"saidthelandlord，"Ishallbehappytoshowittoyouwheneveryouplease。"
Hereagaintheoldfellowputinhisword。
"YouneverhadaprydyddlikeHuwMorrisinSouthWales，"saidhe；
"norTwmo’rNanteither。"
"SouthWaleshasproducedgoodpoets，"saidI。
"No，ithasn’t，"saidtheoldfellow；"itneverproducedone。Ifithad，youwouldn’thaveneededtocomeheretoseethegraveofapoet；youwouldhavefoundoneathome。"
Ashesaidthesewordshegotup，tookhisstick，andseemedabouttodepart。Justtheninburstarabbleroutofgame—keepersandriver—watcherswhohadcomefromthepettysessions，andwereinhighglee，thetwopoacherswhomthelandlordhadmentionedhavingbeenconvictedandheavilyfined。Twoorthreeofthemwereparticularlyboisterous，runningagainstsomeoftheguestswhoweresittingorstandinginthekitchen，andpushingthelandlordabout，cryingatthesametimethattheywouldstandbySirWatkintothelast，andwouldneverseehimplundered。Oneofthem，afellowofaboutthirty，inahairycap，blackcoat，dirtyyellowbreeches，anddirtywhitetop—boots，whowasthemostobstreperousofthemall，atlastcameuptotheoldchapwhodislikedSouthWelshmenandtriedtoknockoffhishat，swearingthathewouldstandbySirWatkin；he，however，metaTartar。TheenemyoftheSouthWelsh，likeallcrustypeople，hadlotsofmettle，andwiththestickwhichheheldinhishandforthwithaimedablowatthefellow’spoll，which，hadhenotjumpedback，wouldprobablyhavebrokenit。
"Iwillnotbeinsultedbyyou，youvagabond，"saidtheoldchap，"norbySirWatkineither；goandtellhimso。"
Thefellowlookedsheepish，andturningawayproceededtotakelibertieswithotherpeoplelessdangeroustomeddlewiththanoldcrabstick。He，however，soondesisted，andsatdownevidentlydisconcerted。
"WereyoueverworsetreatedinSouthWalesbythepeopletherethanyouhavebeenherebyyourowncountrymen？"saidItotheoldfellow。
"Mycountrymen？"saidhe；"thisscampisnocountrymanofmine；norisoneofthewholekit。TheyareallfromWrexham，amixtureofbrokenhousekeepersandfellowstoostupidtolearnatrade；asetofscampsfitfornothingintheworldbuttoswearbodilyagainsthonestmen。TheysaytheywillstandupforSirWatkin，andsotheywill，butonlyinaboxintheCourttogivefalseevidence。
Theywon’tfightforhimonthebanksoftheriver。Countrymenofmine，indeed！theyarenocountrymenofmine；theyarefromWrexham，wherethepeoplespeakneitherEnglishnorWelsh，notevenSouthWelshasyoudo。"
Thengivingakindofflourishwithhisstickhedeparted。
CHAPTERLXVIII
LlanSilinChurch—TombofHuwMorris—BarbaraandRichard—
WelshCountryClergyman—TheSwearingLad—Anglo—SaxonDevils。
HAVINGdiscussedmyaleIaskedthelandlordifhewouldshowmethegraveofHuwMorris。"Withpleasure，sir，"saidhe；"prayfollowme。"Heledmetothechurchyard，inwhichseveralenormousyewtreeswerestanding，probablyofanantiquitywhichreachedasfarbackasthedaysofHenrytheEighth，whentheyewbowwasstillthefavouriteweaponofthemenofBritain。Thechurchfrontsthesouth，theporticobeinginthatdirection。Thebodyofthesacrededificeisancient，butthesteeplewhichbearsagildedcockonitstopismodern。Theinnkeeperledmedirectlyuptothesouthernwall，thenpointingtoabroaddiscolouredslab，whichlayonthegroundjustoutsidethewall，aboutmidwaybetweentheporticoandtheorielend，hesaid：
"UnderneaththisstoneliesHuwMorris，sir。"ForthwithtakingoffmyhatIwentdownonmykneesandkissedthecoldslabcoveringthecoldremainsofthemightyHuw，andthen，stillonmyknees，proceededtoexamineitattentively。Itiscoveredoverwithlettersthreepartsdefaced。AllIcouldmakeoutoftheinscriptionwasthedateofthepoet’sdeath，1709。"Agreatgenius，averygreatgenius，sir，"saidtheinn—keeper，afterIhadgotonmyfeetandputonmyhat。
"Hewasindeed，"saidI；"areyouacquaintedwithhispoetry？"
"Ohyes，"saidtheinnkeeper，andthenrepeatedthefourlinescomposedbythepoetshortlybeforehisdeath，whichIhadheardtheintoxicatedstonemasonrepeatinthepublic—houseofthePandy，thedayIwenttovisitthepoet’sresidencewithJohnJones。
"DoyouknowanymoreofHuw’spoetry？"saidI。
"No，"saidtheinnkeeper。"Thoselines，however，IhaveknowneversinceIwasachildandrepeatedthem，moreparticularlyoflatesinceagehascomeuponmeandIhavefeltthatIcannotlastlong。"
Itisveryoddhowfewoftheversesofgreatpoetsareinpeople’smouths。NotmorethanadozenofShakespear’slinesareinpeople’smouths：ofthoseofPopenotmorethanhalfthatnumber。
OfAddison’spoetrytwoorthreelinesmaybeinpeople’smouths，thoughIneverheardonequoted，theonlylinewhichIeverheardquotedasAddison’snotbeinghisbutGarth’s：
"’Tisbestrepentinginacoachandsix。’
WhilstoftheversesofHuwMorrisIneverknewanyonebutmyself，whoamnotaWelshman，whocouldrepeatalinebeyondthefourwhichIhavetwicehadoccasiontomention，andwhichseemtobegenerallyknowninNorthifnotinSouthWales。
FromtheflagstoneIproceededtotheporticoandgazeduponitintensely。Itpresentednothingveryremarkable，butithadthegreatestinterestforme，forIrememberedhowmanytimesHuwMorrishadwalkedoutofthatporchattheheadofthecongregation，theclergymanyieldinghisownplacetotheinspiredbard。Iwouldfainhaveenteredthechurch，butthelandlordhadnotthekey，andtoldmethatheimaginedtherewouldbesomedifficultyinprocuringit。Iwasthereforeobligedtocontentmyselfwithpeepingthroughawindowintotheinterior，whichhadasolemnandvenerableaspect。
"Withinthere，"saidItomyself，"HuwMorris，thegreatestsongsteroftheseventeenthcentury，knelteverySundayduringthelatterthirtyyearsofhislife，afterwalkingfromPontyMeibionacrossthebleakandsavageBerwyn。WithintherewasmarriedBarbaraWynn，theRoseofMaelai，toRichardMiddleton，thehandsomecavalierofMaelor，andwithintheresheliesburied，evenasthesongsterwholamentedheruntimelydeathinimmortalverseliesburiedouthereinthegraveyard。Whatinterestingassociationshasthischurchforme，bothoutsideandin，butallconnectedwithHuw；forwhatshouldIhaveknownofBarbara，theRose，andgallantRichardbutforthepoemontheiraffectionateunionanduntimelyseparation，thedialoguebetweenthelivingandthedead，composedbyhumbleHuw，thefarmer’ssonofPontyyMeibion？"
AftergazingthroughthewindowtillmyeyeswateredIturnedtotheinnkeeper，andinquiredthewaytoLlanRhyadr。HavingreceivedfromhimthedesiredinformationIthankedhimforhiscivility，andsetoutonmyreturn。
BeforeIcouldgetclearofthetownIsuddenlyencounteredmyfriendR—，thecleverlawyerandmagistrate’sclerkofLlangollen。
"Ilittleexpectedtoseeyouhere，"saidhe。
"NorIyou，"Ireplied。
"Icameinmyofficialcapacity，"saidhe；"thepettysessionshavebeenheldhereto—day。"
"Iknowtheyhave，"Ireplied；"andthattwopoachershavebeenconvicted。IcamehereonmywaytoSouthWalestoseethegraveofHuwMorris，who，asyouknow，isburiedinthechurchyard。"
"Haveyouseentheclergyman？"saidR—。
"No，"Ireplied。
"Thencomewithme，"saidhe；"Iamnowgoingtocalluponhim。I
knowhewillberejoicedtomakeyouracquaintance。"
Heledmetotheclergyman’shouse，whichstoodatthesouth—westendofthevillagewithinagardenfencedwithanironpaling。Wefoundtheclergymaninanicecomfortableparlourorstudy，thesidesofwhichweredecoratedwithbooks。Hewasasharpclever—
lookingman，ofaboutthemiddleage。Onmybeingintroducedtohimhewasverygladtoseeme，asmyfriendR—toldmehewouldbe。Heseemedtoknowallaboutme，eventhatIunderstoodWelsh。
Weconversedonvarioussubjects：onthepoweroftheWelshlanguage；itsmutableletters；onHuwMorris，andlikewiseonale，withanexcellentglassofwhichheregaledme。Iwasmuchpleasedwithhim，andthoughthimacapitalspecimenoftheWelshcountryclergyman。HisnamewasWalterJones。
Afterstayingabouthalf—an—hourItookleaveofthegoodkindman，whowishedmeallkindofhappiness，spiritualandtemporal，andsaidthatheshouldalwaysbehappytoseemeatLlanSilin。MyfriendR—walkedwithmealittlewayandthenbademefarewell。
Itwasnowlateintheafternoon，theskywasgreyandgloomy，andakindofhalfwintrywindwasblowing。IntheforenoonIhadtravelledalongtheeasternsideofthevalley，whichIwillcallthatofLlanRhyadr，directingmycoursetothenorth，butIwasnowonthewesternsideofthevalley，journeyingtowardsthesouth。Inabouthalf—an—hourIfoundmyselfnearlyparallelwiththehighcragwhichIhadseenfromadistanceinthemorning。Itwasnowtotheeastofme。Itswesternfrontwasveryprecipitous，butonitsnorthernsideitwascultivatednearlytothesummit。
AsIstoodlookingatitfromnearthetopofagentleacclivityaboywithateam，whomIhadpassedalittletimebefore，cameup。
Hewaswhippinghishorses，whowerestraininguptheascent，andwasswearingatthemmostfrightfullyinEnglish。Iaddressedhiminthatlanguage，inquiringthenameofthecrag，butheansweredDimSaesneg，andthenagainfelltocursing；hishorsesinEnglish。
Iallowedhimandhisteamtogettothetopoftheascent，andthenovertakinghim，IsaidinWelsh："WhatdoyoumeanbysayingyouhavenoEnglish？YouweretalkingEnglishjustnowtoyourhorses。"
"Yes，"saidthelad，"IhaveEnglishenoughformyhorses，andthatisall。"
"YouseemtohaveplentyofWelsh，"saidI；"whydon’tyouspeakWelshtoyourhorses？"
"It’sofnousespeakingWelshtothem，"saidtheboy；"Welshisn’tstrongenough。"
"Isn’tMynDiawltolerablystrong？"saidI。
"Notstrongenoughforhorses，"saidtheboy"ifIweretosayMynDiawltomyhorses，orevenCasAndras，theywouldlaughatme。"
"Dotheothercarters，"saidI，"usethesameEnglishtotheirhorseswhichyoudotoyours？"
"Yes"saidtheboy，"they’llallusethesameEnglishwords；iftheydidn’tthehorseswouldn’tmindthem。"
"Whatatriumph，"thoughtI，"fortheEnglishlanguagethattheWelshcartersareobligedtohaverecoursetoitsoathsandexecrationstomaketheirhorsesgeton！"
Isaidnothingmoretotheboyonthesubjectoflanguage，butagainaskedhimthenameofthecrag。"ItiscalledCraigyGorllewin，"saidhe。Ithankedhim，andsoonlefthimandhisteamfarbehind。
Notwithstandingwhattheboysaidaboutthemilk—and—watercharacterofnativeWelshoaths，theWelshhavesomeverypungentexecrations，quiteasefficacious，Ishouldsay，tomakeahorsegetonasanyintheEnglishswearingvocabulary。Someoftheiroathsarecurious，beingconnectedwithheathentimesandDruidicalmythology；forexamplethatCasAndras，mentionedbytheboy，whichmeanshatefulenemyorhorribleAndras。AndrasorAndrastewasthefuryorDemigorgonoftheAncientCumry，towhomtheybuilttemplesandofferedsacrificesoutoffear。CuriousthatthesameoathshouldbeusedbytheChristianCumryofthepresentday，whichwasinvogueamongsttheirpaganancestorssomethreethousandyearsago。However，thesamethingisobservableamongstusChristianEnglish：wesaytheDusetakeyou！evenasourheathenSaxonforefathersdid，whoworshippedakindofDevilsocalled，andnamedadayoftheweekafterhim，whichnamewestillretaininourhebdomadalcalendarlikethoseofseveralotherAnglo—Saxondevils。Wealsosay：GotooldNick！andNickorNikkurwasasurnameofWoden，andalsothenameofaspiritwhichhauntedfordsandwasinthehabitofdrowningpassengers。
NightcamequicklyuponmeafterIhadpassedtheswearinglad。
However，IwasfortunateenoughtoreachLlanRhyadr，withouthavingexperiencedanydamageorimpedimentfromDiawl，Andras，Duse，orNick。
CHAPTERLXIX
ChurchofLlanRhyadr—TheClerk—TheTablet—Stone—FirstViewoftheCataract。
THEnightwasbothwindyandrainyliketheprecedingone，butthemorningwhichfollowed，unlikethatofthedaybefore，wasdullandgloomy。AfterbreakfastIwalkedouttotakeanotherviewofthelittletown。AsIstoodlookingatthechurchamiddle—agedmanofaremarkablyintelligentcountenancecameupandaskedmeifI
shouldliketoseetheinside。ItoldhimIshould，whereuponhesaidthathewastheclerkandwouldadmitmewithpleasure。
Takingakeyoutofhispocketheunlockedthedoorofthechurchandwewentin。Theinsidewassombre，notsomuchowingtothegloominessofthedayastheheavinessofthearchitecture。Itpresentedsomethingintheformofacross。Isoonfoundtheclerkwhathiscountenancerepresentedhimtobe，ahighlyintelligentperson。Hisanswerstomyquestionswereingeneralreadyandsatisfactory。
"Thisseemsratheranancientedifice，"saidI；"whenwasitbuilt？"
"Inthesixteenthcentury，"saidtheclerk；"inthedaysofHarryTudor。"
"Haveanyremarkablemenbeenclergymenofthischurch？"
"Several，sir；amongstitsvicarswasDoctorWilliamMorgan，thegreatSouthWelshman，theauthoroftheoldWelshversionoftheBible，whoflourishedinthetimeofQueenElizabeth。ThentherewasDoctorRobertSouth，aneminentdivine，who，thoughnotaWelshman，spokeandpreachedWelshbetterthanmanyofthenativeclergy。Thentherewasthelastvicar，WalterD—，agreatpreacherandwriter，whostyledhimselfinprintGwalterMechain。"
"AreMorganandSouthburiedhere？"saidI。
"Theyarenot，sir，"saidtheclerk；"theyhadbeentransferredtootherbeneficesbeforetheydied。"
IdidnotinquirewhetherWalterD—wasburiedthere，forofhimI
hadneverheardbefore，butdemandedwhetherthechurchpossessedanyancientmonuments。
"Thisistheoldestwhichremains，sir，"saidtheclerk，andhepointedwithhisfingertoatablet—stoneoveralittledarkpewontherightsideoftheorielwindow。Therewasaninscriptionuponit，butowingtothedarknessIcouldnotmakeoutaletter。Theclerk，however，readasfollows。
1694。21Octr。
HicSepultusEstSidneusBynner。
"DoyouunderstandLatin？"saidItotheclerk。
"Idonot，sir；Ibelieve，however，thatthestoneistothememoryofoneBynner。"
"ThatisnotaWelshname，"saidI。
"Itisnot，sir，"saidtheclerk。
"ItseemstoberadicallythesameasBonner，"saidI，"thenameofthehorriblePopishBishopofLondoninMary’stime。DoanypeopleofthenameofBynnerresideinthisneighbourhoodatpresent？"
"None，sir，"saidtheclerk；"andiftheBynnersaredescendantsofBonner，itis，perhaps，wellthattherearenone。"
Imadetheclerk，whoappearedalmostfittobeaclergyman，asmallpresent，andreturnedtotheinn。AfterpayingmybillI
flungmysatchelovermyshoulder，tookmyumbrellabythemiddleinmyrighthand，andsetofffortheRhyadr。
Ienteredthenarrowglenatthewesternextremityofthetownandproceededbrisklyalong。Thescenerywasromanticallybeautiful；
onmyleftwasthelittlebrook，thewatersofwhichrunthroughthetown；beyonditaloftyhill；onmyrightwasahillcoveredwithwoodfromthetoptothebottom。Ienjoyedthescene，andshouldhaveenjoyeditmorehadtherebeenalittlesunshinetogildit。
Ipassedthroughasmallvillage，thenameofwhichIthinkwasCynmen，andpresentlyovertookamanandboy。ThemansalutedmeinEnglish，andIenteredintoconversationwithhiminthatlanguage。HetoldmethathecamefromLlanGedwin，andwasgoingtoaplacecalledGwernsomething，inordertofetchhomesomesheep。AfteratimeheaskedmewhereIwasgoing。
"IamgoingtoseethePistyllRhyadr，"saidI
Wehadthenjustcometothetopofarisingground。
"Yonder’sthePistyll！"saidhe，pointingtothewest。
Ilookedinthedirectionofhisfinger，andsawsomethingatagreatdistance，whichlookedlikeastripofgreylinenhangingoveracrag。
"Thatisthewaterfall，"hecontinued，"whichsomanyoftheSaxonscometosee。AndnowImustbidyougood—bye，master；formywaytotheGwernisontheright"
Thenfollowedbytheboyheturnedasideintoawildroadatthecornerofasavage，precipitousrock。
CHAPTERLXX
MountainScenery—TheRhyadr—WonderfulFeat。
AFTERwalkingaboutamilewiththecataractalwaysinsight，I
emergedfromtheglenintoanoblongvalleyextendingfromsouthtonorth，havingloftyhillsonallsides，especiallyonthewest，fromwhichdirectionthecataractcomes。Iadvancedacrossthevaletillwithinafurlongofthisobject，whenIwasstoppedbyadeephollowornethervaleintowhichthewatersofthecataracttumble。OnthesideofthishollowIsatdown，andgazeddownbeforemeandoneitherside。Thewatercomesspoutingoveracragofperhapstwohundredfeetinaltitudebetweentwohills，onesouth—eastandtheothernearlynorth。Thesouthernhilliswoodedfromthetop，nearlydowntowherethecataractburstsforth；andso，butnotsothickly，isthenorthernhill，whichbearsasingularresemblancetoahog’sback。Grovesofpineareonthelowerpartsofboth；infrontofagrovelowdownonthenorthernhillisasmallwhitehouseofapicturesqueappearance。Thewaterofthecataract，afterreachingthebottomoftheprecipice，rushesinanarrowbrookdownthevaleinthedirectionofLlanRhyadr。
Tothenorth—east，betweenthehog—backedhillandanotherstrange—
lookingmountain，isawildglen，fromwhichcomesabrooktoswellthewatersdischargedbytheRhyadr。Thesouth—westsideofthevaleissteep，andfromacleftofahillinthatquarteraslenderstreamrushingimpetuouslyjoinsthebrookoftheRhyadr，liketherillofthenorthernglen。TheprincipalobjectofthewholeisofcoursetheRhyadr。WhatshallIlikenitto？Iscarcelyknow，unlesstoanimmenseskeinofsilkagitatedanddisturbedbytempestuousblasts，ortothelongtailofagreycourseratfuriousspeed。Throughtheprofusionoflongsilverythreadsorhairs，orwhatlookedsuch，IcouldhereandthereseetheblacksidesofthecragdownwhichtheRhyadrprecipitateditselfwithsomethingbetweenaboomandaroar。
AftersittingonthevergeofthehollowforaconsiderabletimeI
gotup，anddirectedmycoursetowardsthehouseinfrontofthegrove。IturneddownthepathwhichbroughtmetothebrookwhichrunsfromthenorthernglenintothewatersdischargedbytheRhyadr，andcrossingitbystepping—stones，foundmyselfonthelowestspurofthehog—backedhill。Asteeppathledtowardsthehouse。AsIdrewneartwohandsomedogscamerushingtowelcomethestranger。ComingtoadooronthenorthernsideofthehouseI
tapped，andahandsomegirlofaboutthirteenmakingherappearance，IinquiredinEnglishthenearestwaythewaterfall；