"Weare，yourreverence。"
　　"Woulditnotbequiterighttosaddleandbridleyouall，andrideyouviolentlydownHolyheadortheGiant’sCausewayintothewaters，causingyoutoperishthere，liketheherdofswineofold？"
　　"Itwould，yourreverence。"
　　"Andknowingandconfessingallthis，youhavethecheektocomeandaskmeforablessing？"
　　"Wehave，yourreverence。"
　　"Well，howshallIgivetheblessing？"
　　"Och，sureyourreverenceknowsverywellhowtogiveit。"
　　"ShallIgiveitinIrish？"
　　"Och，no，yourreverence—ablessinginIrishisnoblessingatall。"
　　"InEnglish？"
　　"Och，murder，no，yourreverence，GodpreserveusallfromanEnglishblessing！"
　　"InLatin？"
　　"Yes，sure，yourreverence；inwhatelseshouldyoublessusbutinholyLatin？"
　　"Wellthenprepareyourselves。"
　　"Wewill，yourreverence—stayonemomentwhilstIwhispertotheboysthatyourreverenceisabouttobestowyourblessinguponus。"
　　Thenturningtotherestwhoallthistimehadkepttheireyesfixedintentlyuponus，hebellowedwiththevoiceofabull：
　　"Downonyourmarrowbones，yesinners，forhisreverenceTobanisabouttoblessusallinholyLatin。"
　　Hethenflunghimselfonhiskneesonthepier，andallhiscountrymen，baringtheirheads，followedhisexample—yes，therekneltthirtybare—headedEirionaichonthepierofCaerGybibeneaththebroilingsun。IgavethemthebestLatinblessingI
　　couldremember，outoftwoorthreewhichIhadgotbymemoryoutofanoldPopishbookofdevotion，whichIboughtinmyboyhoodatastall。ThenturningtothedeputyIsaid，"Well，nowareyousatisfied？"
　　"Sure，Ihavearighttobesatisfied，yourreverence；andsohaveweall—surewecannowallgoonboardthedirtysteamer，withoutfearoffireorwater，ortheblackguardHillofHowtheither。"
　　"Thengetup，andtelltheresttogetup，andpleasetoknowandlettherestknow，thatIdonotchoosetoreceivefarthertrouble，eitherbywordorlook，fromanyofye，aslongasIremainhere。"
　　"Yourreverenceshallbeobeyedinallthings，"saidthefellow，gettingup。Thenwalkingawaytohiscompanionshecried，"Getup，boys，andplasetoknowthathisreverenceTobanisnottobefarthertroubledbybeinglookedatorspokentobyanyoneofusaslongasheremainsuponthisdirtypier。"
　　"Divilabitfarthertroubleshallhehavefromus！"exclaimedmanyavoice，astherestofthepartyarosefromtheirknees。
　　InhalfaminutetheydisposedthemselvesinmuchthesamemannerasthatinwhichtheywerewhenIfirstsawthem—someflungthemselvesagaintosleepunderthewall，someseatedthemselveswiththeirbacksagainstit，andlaughedandchatted，butwithouttakinganynoticeofme；thosewhosatandchattedtook，orappearedtotake，aslittlenoticeasthosewholayandsleptofhisreverenceFatherToban。
　　CHAPTERXLII
　　GageofSuffolk—FellowinaTurban—TownofHolyhead—FatherBoots—AnExpedition—HolyHeadandFinisterrae—GryffithabCynan—TheFairies’Well。
　　LEAVINGthepierIturnedupastreettothesouth，andwasnotlongbeforeIarrivedatakindofmarket—place，wherewerecartsandstalls，andontheground，oncloths，applesandplums，andabundanceofgreengages，—thelatter，whengood，decidedlythefinestfruitintheworld，afruit，fortheintroductionofwhichintoEngland，theEnglishhavetothankoneGageofanancientSuffolkfamily，atpresentextinct，afterwhosenamethefruitderivesthelatterpartofitsappellation。Strollingaboutthemarket—placeIcameincontactwithafellowdressedinaturbananddirtybluelinenrobesandtrowsers。Heboreabundleofpapersinhishand，oneofwhichheofferedtome。Iaskedhimwhohewas。
　　"Arap，"hereplied。
　　Hehadadark，cunning，roguishcountenance，withsmalleyes，andhadalltheappearanceofaJew。IspoketohiminwhatArabicI
　　couldcommandonasudden，andhejabberedtomeinacorruptdialect，givingmeaconfusedaccountofacaptivitywhichhehadundergoneamidstsavageMahometans。AtlastIaskedhimwhatreligionhewasof。
　　"TheChristian，"hereplied。
　　"HaveyoueverbeenoftheJewish？"saidI。
　　Hereturnednoanswersavebyagrin。
　　Itookthepaper，gavehimapenny，andthenwalkedaway。ThepapercontainedanaccountinEnglishofhowthebearer，thesonofChristianparents，hadbeencarriedintocaptivitybytwoMahometanmerchants，afatherandson，fromwhomhehadescapedwiththegreatestdifficulty。
　　"Prettyfools，"saidI，"mustanypeoplehavebeenwhoeverstoleyou；butohwhatfoolsiftheywishedtokeepyouaftertheyhadgotyou！"
　　Thepaperwasstuffedwithreligiousandanti—slaverycant，andmerelywantedalittleoftheteetotalnonsensetobeaperfectspecimenofhumbug。
　　Istrolledforward，encounteringmorecartsandmoreheapsofgreengages；presentlyIturnedtotherightbyastreet，whichledsomewayupthehill。Thehousesweretolerablylargeandallwhite。Thetown，withitswhitehousesplacedbytheseaside，ontheskirtofamountain，beneathablueskyandabroilingsun，putmesomethinginmindofaMoorishpiraticaltown，inwhichIhadoncebeen。Becomingsoontiredofwalkingabout，withoutanyparticularaim，insogreataheat，Ideterminedtoreturntotheinn，callforale，anddeliberateonwhatIhadbestnextdo。SoI
　　returnedandcalledforale。ThealewhichwasbroughtwasnotalewhichIamparticularlyfondof。ThealewhichIamfondofisaleaboutnineortenmonthsold，somewhathard，tastingwellofmaltandlittleofthehop—alesuchasfarmers，andnoblementoo，ofthegoodoldtime，whenfarmers’daughtersdidnotplayonpianosandnoblemendidnotselltheirgame，wereinthehabitofofferingtobothhighandlow，anddrinkingthemselves。Thealewhichwasbroughtmewasthinwashystuff，whichthoughitdidnottastemuchofhop，tastedstilllessofmalt，madeandsoldbyoneAllsopp，whoIamtoldcallshimselfasquireandagentleman—ashecertainlymaywithquiteasmuchrightasmanyalordcallshimselfanoblemanandagentleman；forsurelyitisnotafractionmoretrumperytomakeandsellalethantofattenandsellgame。ThealeoftheSaxonsquire，forAllsoppisdecidedlyanoldSaxonname，howeverunakintothepracticeofoldSaxonsquiresthesellingofalemaybe，wasdrinkableforitwasfresh，andtheday，asIhavesaidbefore，exceedinglyhot；soItookfrequentdraughtsoutoftheshiningmetaltankardinwhichitwasbrought，deliberatingbothwhilstdrinking，andintheintervalsofdrinking，onwhatIhadnextbestdo。Ihadsomethoughtsofcrossingtothenorthernsideofthebay，then，bearingthenorth—
　　east，wendmywaytoAmlwch，followthewindingsofthesea—shoretoMathafarneithafandPentraethCoch，andthenreturntoBangor，afterwhichIcouldboastthatIhadwalkedroundthewholeofAnglesey，andindeedtroddennoinconsiderablepartofthewaytwice。Beforecoming，however，toanyresolution，Ideterminedtoasktheadviceofmyfriendthebootsonthesubject。SoI
　　finishedmyale，andsentwordbythewaiterthatIwishedtospeaktohim；hecameforthwith，andaftercommunicatingmydeliberationstohiminafewwordsIcravedhiscounsel。Theoldman，afterrubbinghisrightforefingerbehindhisrightearforaboutaquarterofaminute，inquiredifImeanttoreturntoBangor，andonmytellinghimthatitwouldbenecessaryformetodoso，asI
　　intendedtowalkbacktoLlangollenbyCaernarvonandBethGelert，stronglyadvisedmetoreturntoBangorbytherailroadtrain，whichwouldstartatsevenintheevening，andwouldconveymethitherinanhourandahalf。ItoldhimthatIhatedrailroads，andreceivedforanswerthathehadnoparticularlikingforthemhimself，butthatheoccasionallymadeuseofthemonapinch，andsupposedthatIlikewisedidthesame。Ithenobserved，thatifI
　　followedhisadviceIshouldnotseethenorthsideoftheislandnoritsprincipaltownAmlwch，andreceivedforanswerthatifI
　　neverdid，thelosswouldnotbegreat—thatasforAmlwchitwasapoorpoverty—strickenplace—theinnashabbyaffair—themasteraveryso—soindividual，andthebootsafellowwithouteitherwitorliterature。ThatuponthewholehethoughtImightbesatisfiedwithwhatIhadseenforafterhavingvisitedOwenTudor’stomb，CaerGybiandhishotel，IhadinfactseenthecreamofMona。IthensaidthatIhadoneobjectiontomake，whichwasthatIreallydidnotknowhowtoemploythetimetillseveno’clock，forthatIhadseenallaboutthetown。
　　"ButhasyourhonourascendedtheHead？"demandedFatherBoots。
　　"No，"saidI；"Ihavenot。"
　　"Then，"saidhe，"Iwillsoonfindyourhonourwaysandmeanstospendthetimeagreeablytillthestartingofthetrain。YourhonourshallascendtheHeadundertheguidanceofmynephew，aniceintelligentlad，yourhonour，andalwaysgladtoearnashillingortwo。BythetimeyourhonourhasseenallthewondersoftheHeadandreturned，itwillbefiveo’clock。Yourhonourcanthendine，andafterdinnertrifleawaytheminutesoveryourwineorbrandy—and—watertillseven，whenyourhonourcanstepintoafirst—classforBangor。"
　　Iwasstruckwiththehappymannerinwhichhehadremovedthedifficultyinquestion，andinformedhimthatIwasdeterminedtofollowhisadvice。Hehurriedaway，andpresentlyreturnedwithhisnephew，towhomIofferedhalf—a—crownprovidedhewouldshowmeallaboutPenCaerGyby。Heacceptedmyofferwithevidentsatisfaction，andwelostnotimeinsettingoutuponourexpedition。
　　Wehadtopassoveragreatdealofbrokenground，sometimesascending，sometimesdescending，beforewefoundourselvesuponthesideofwhatmayactuallybecalledtheheadland。Shapingourcoursewestwardwecametothevicinityofalighthousestandingonthevergeofaprecipice，thefootofwhichwaswashedbythesea。
　　Leavingthelighthouseonourrightwefollowedasteepwindingpathwhichatlastbroughtustothetopofthepenorsummit，rising，accordingtothejudgmentwhichIformed，aboutsixhundredfeetfromthesurfaceofthesea。Herewasalevelspotsometwentyyardsacross，inthemiddleofwhichstoodaheapofstonesorcairn。Iaskedtheladwhetherthiscairnboreaname，andreceivedforanswerthatitwasgenerallycalledBar—cluderyCawrGlas，wordswhichseemtosignifythetopheapoftheGreyGiant。
　　"Someking，giant，ormanofoldrenownliesburiedbeneaththiscairn，"saidI。"Whoeverhemaybe，Itrusthewillexcusemeformountingit，seeingthatIdosowithnodisrespectfulspirit。"I
　　thenmountedthecairn，exclaiming：—
　　"Wholies’neaththecairnontheheadlandhoar，Hishandyetholdinghisbroadclaymore，IsitBeli，thesonofBenlliGawr？"
　　TherestoodIonthecairnoftheGreyGiant，lookingaroundme。
　　Theprospect，oneveryside，wasnoble：theblueinterminableseatothewestandnorth；thewholestretchofMonatotheeast；andfarawaytothesouththemountainousregionofEryri，comprisingsomeofthemostromantichillsintheworld。InsomerespectsthisPenSantaidd，thisholyheadland，remindedmeofFinisterrae，theGalleganpromontorywhichIhadascendedsomeseventeenyearsbefore，whilstengagedinbattlingthePopewiththeswordofthegospelinhisfavouriteterritory。Botharebold，bluffheadlandslookingtothewest，bothhavehugerocksintheirvicinity，risingfromthebosomofthebrine。Foratime，asIstoodonthecairn，IalmostimaginedmyselfontheGalleganhill；muchthesamescenerypresenteditselfasthere，andasunequallyfiercestruckuponmyheadasthatwhichassaileditontheGalleganhill。ForatimeallmythoughtswereofSpain。Itwasnotlong，however，beforeIbethoughtmethatmylotwasnowinadifferentregion，thatIhaddonewithSpainforever，afterdoingforherallthatlayinthepowerofaloneman，whohadneverinthisworldanythingtodependupon，butGodandhisownslightstrength。Yes，IhaddonewithSpain，andwasnowinWales；and，afteraslightsigh，mythoughtsbecameallintenselyWelsh。IthoughtontheoldtimeswhenMonawasthegrandseatofDruidicalsuperstition，whenadorationwaspaidtoDwyFawr，andDwyFach，thesolesurvivorsoftheapocryphalDeluge；toHutheMightyandhisplough；toCeridwenandhercauldron；toAndrastheHorrible；toWynabNudd，LordofUnknown，andtoBeli，EmperoroftheSun。IthoughtonthetimeswhentheBealfireblazedonthisheight，ontheneighbouringpromontory，onthecope—stoneofEryri，andoneveryhighhillthroughoutBritainontheeveofthefirstofMay。IthoughtonthedaywhenthebandsofSuetoniuscrossedtheMenaistraitintheirbroad—bottomedboats，fellupontheDruidsandtheirfollowers，whowithwildlooksandbrandishedtorcheslinedtheshore，slewhundredswithmercilessbutcheryupontheplains，andpursuedtheremaindertotheremotestfastnessesoftheisle。I
　　figuredtomyselflong—beardedmenwithwhitevestmentstoilinguptherocks，followedbyfiercewarriorswithglitteringhelmsandshortbroadtwo—edgedswords；IthoughtIheardgroans，criesofrage，andthedull，awfulsoundofbodiesprecipitateddownrocks。
　　ThenasIlookedtowardstheseaIthoughtIsawthefleetofGryffithAbCynansteeringfromIrelandtoAberMenai，Gryffith，thesonofafugitiveking，borninIreland，intheCommotofColumbcille，Gryffiththefrequentlybaffled，theoftenvictorious；
　　onceamanacledprisonersweatinginthesun，inthemarket—placeofChester，eventuallykingofNorthWales；Gryffith，who"thoughhelovedwellthetrumpet’sclanglovedthesoundoftheharpbetter"；wholedonhiswarriorstotwenty—fourbattles，andpresidedoverthecompositionofthetwenty—fourmeasuresofCambriansong。ThenIthought—。ButIshouldtirethereaderwereItodetailalltheintenselyWelshthoughtswhichcrowdedintomyheadasIstoodontheCairnoftheGreyGiant。
　　Satiatedwithlookingaboutandthinking，Isprangfromthecairnandrejoinedmyguide。Wenowdescendedtheeasternsideofthehilltillwecametoasingularlookingstone，whichhadmuchtheappearanceofaDruid’sstone。Iinquiredofmyguidewhethertherewasanytaleconnectedwiththisstone。
　　"None，"hereplied；"butIhaveheardpeoplesaythatitwasastrangestone，andonthataccountIbroughtyoutolookatit。"
　　Alittlefartherdownheshowedmepartofaruinedwall。
　　"Whatnamedoesthisbear？"saidI。
　　"ClawddyrAfalon，"hereplied。"Thedykeoftheorchard。"
　　"Astrangeplaceforanorchard，"Ireplied。"Iftherewaseveranorchardonthisbleakhill，theapplesmusthavebeenverysour。"
　　Overrocksandstoneswedescendedtillwefoundourselvesonaroad，notveryfarfromtheshore，onthesouth—eastsideofthehill。
　　"Iamverythirsty，"saidI，asIwipedtheperspirationfrommyface；"howIshouldlikenowtodrinkmyfillofcoolspringwater。"
　　"Ifyourhonourisinclinedforwater，"saidmyguide，"IcantakeyoutothefinestspringinallWales。"
　　"Praydoso，"saidI，"forIreallyamdyingofthirst。"
　　"Itisonourwaytothetown，"saidthelad，"andisscarcelyahundredyardsoff。"
　　Hethenledmetothefountain。Itwasalittlewellunderastonewall，ontheleftsideoftheway。Itmightbeabouttwofeetdeep，wasfencedwithrudestones，andhadabottomofsand。
　　"There，"saidthelad，"isthefountain。ItiscalledtheFairies’
　　Well，andcontainsthebestwaterinWales。"
　　Ilaydownanddrank。Oh，whatwaterwasthatoftheFairies’
　　Well！Idrankanddrank，andthoughtIcouldneverdrinkenoughofthatdeliciouswater；theladallthetimesayingthatIneednotbeafraidtodrink，asthewateroftheFairies’Wellhadneverdoneharmtoanybody。AtlengthIgotup，andstandingbythefountainrepeatedthelinesofabardonaspring，notofaWelshbutaGaelicbard，whichareperhapsthefinestlinesevercomposedonthetheme。YetMacIntyre，forsuchwashisname，waslikemyselfanadmirerofgoodale，tosaynothingofwhiskey，andlovedtoindulgeinitatapropertimeandplace。Butthereisatimeandplaceforeverything，andsometimesthewarmestadmirerofalewouldpreferthelymphofthehill—sidefountaintothechoicestalethateverfoamedintankardfromthecellarsofHolkham。Herearethelinesmostfaithfullyrendered：—
　　"Thewildwineofnature，Honey—likeinitstaste，Thegenial，fair，thinelementFilteringthroughthesands，Whichissweeterthancinnamon，Andiswellknowntoushunters。
　　O，thateternal，healingdraught，Whichcomesfromundertheearth，WhichcontainsabundanceofgoodAndcostsnomoney！"
　　ReturningtothehotelIsatisfiedmyguideanddined。AfterdinnerItrifledagreeablywithmybrandy—and—watertillitwasnearseveno’clock，whenIpaidmybill，thoughtofthewaiteranddidnotforgetFatherBoots。Ithentookmydeparture，receivingandreturningbows，andwalkingtothestationgotintoafirst—
　　classcarriageandsoonfoundmyselfatBangor。
　　CHAPTERXLIII
　　TheInnatBangor—PortDynNorwig—SeaSerpent—ThoroughlyWelshPlace—BlessingofHealth。
　　IWENTtothesameinnatBangoratwhichIhadbeenbefore。ItwasSaturdaynightandthehousewasthrongedwithpeoplewhohadarrivedbytrainfromManchesterandLiverpool，withtheintentionofpassingtheSundayintheWelshtown。Itookteainanimmensediningorball—room，whichwas，however，socrowdedwithgueststhatitswallsliterallysweated。AmidstthemultitudeIfeltquitesolitary—mybelovedoneshaddepartedforLlangollen，andtherewasnoonewithwhomIcouldexchangeathoughtorawordofkindness。Iaddressedseveralindividuals，andineveryinstancerepented；fromsomeIgotnoanswers，fromotherswhatwasworsethannoanswersatall—ineverycountenancenearmesuspicion，brutality，orconceit，wasmostlegiblyimprinted—IwasnotamongstWelsh，butthescumofmanufacturingEngland。
　　Everybedinthehousewasengaged—thepeopleofthehouse，however，providedmeabedataplacewhichtheycalledthecottage，onthesideofahillintheoutskirtsofthetown。ThereIpassedthenightcomfortablyenough。AtabouteightinthemorningIarose，returnedtotheinn，breakfasted，anddepartedforBethGelertbywayofCaernarvon。
　　ItwasSunday，andIhadoriginallyintendedtopassthedayatBangor，andtoattenddivineservicetwiceattheCathedral，butI
　　foundmyselfsoveryuncomfortable，owingtothecrowdofinterlopers，thatIdeterminedtoproceedonmyjourneywithoutdelay；makingupmymind，however，toenterthefirstchurchI
　　shouldmeetinwhichservicewasbeingperformed；foritisreallynotgoodtotravelontheSundaywithoutgoingintoaplaceofworship。
　　Thedaywassunnyandfiercelyhot，asallthedayshadlatelybeen。InaboutanhourIarrivedatPortDynNorwig：itstoodontherightsideoftheroad。Thenameofthisplace，whichIhadheardfromthecoachmanwhodrovemyfamilyandmetoCaernarvonandLlanberisafewdaysbefore，hadexcitedmycuriositywithrespecttoit，asitsignifiesthePortoftheNorwayman，soInowturnedasidetoexamineit。"Nodoubt，"saidItomyself，"theplacederivesitsnamefromthepiraticalDanesandNorsehavingresortedtoitintheoldtime。"PortDynNorwigseemstoconsistofacreek，astaithe，andaboutahundredhouses：afewsmallvesselswerelyingatthestaithe。Istoodabouttenminutesuponitstaringabout，andthenfeelingratheroppressedbytheheatofthesun，Ibentmywaytoasmallhousewhichboreasign，andfromwhichaloudnoiseofvoicesproceeded。"Haveyougoodale？"saidIinEnglishtoagood—lookingbuxomdameofaboutforty，whomI
　　sawinthepassage。
　　Shelookedatmebutreturnednoanswer。
　　"Oesgenochcwrwda？"saidI。
　　"Oes！"sherepliedwithasmile，andopeningthedoorofaroomontheleft—handbademewalkin。
　　Ienteredtheroom；sixorsevenmen，seeminglysea—faringpeople，wereseateddrinkingandtalkingvociferouslyinWelsh。Theirconversationwasaboutthesea—serpent：somebelievedintheexistenceofsuchathing，othersdidnot。Afteralittletimeonesaid，"Letusaskthisgentlemanforhisopinion。"
　　"Andwhatwouldbetheuseofaskinghim？"saidanother，"wehaveonlyCumraeg，andhehasonlySaesneg。"
　　"IhavealittlebrokenCumraeg，attheserviceofthisgoodcompany，"saidI。"WithrespecttothesnakeoftheseaIbegleavetosaythatIbelieveintheexistenceofsuchacreature；
　　andamsurprisedthatanypeopleinthesepartsshouldnotbelieveinit：why，thesea—serpenthasbeenseenintheseparts。"
　　"Whenwasthat，GwrBoneddig？"saidoneofthecompany。
　　"Aboutfiftyyearsago，"saidI。"OnceinOctober，intheyear1805，asasmallvesseloftheTraethwasupontheMenai，sailingveryslowly，theweatherbeingverycalm，thepeopleonboardsawastrangecreaturelikeanimmensewormswimmingafterthem。Itsoonovertookthem，climbedonboardthroughthetiller—hole，andcoileditselfonthedeckunderthemast—thepeopleatfirstweredreadfullyfrightened，buttakingcouragetheyattackeditwithanoaranddroveitoverboard；itfollowedthevesselforsometime，butabreezespringinguptheylostsightofit。"
　　"Andhowdidyoulearnthis？"saidthelastwhohadaddressedme。
　　"Ireadthestory，"saidI，"inapureWelshbookcalledtheGreal。"
　　"Inowrememberhearingthesamething，"saidanoldman，"whenI
　　wasaboy；ithadsliptoutofmymemory，butnowIrememberallaboutit。TheshipwascalledtheROBERTELLIS。Areyouoftheseparts，gentleman？"
　　"No，"saidI，"Iamnotoftheseparts。"
　　"ThenyouareofSouthWales—indeedyourWelshisverydifferentfromours。"
　　"IamnotofSouthWales，"saidI，"Iamtheseednotofthesea—
　　snakebutofthecoilingserpent，forsooneoftheoldWelshpoetscalledtheSaxons。"
　　"ButhowdidyoulearnWelsh？"saidtheoldman。
　　"Ilearneditbythegrammar，"saidI，"alongtimeago。"
　　"Ah，youlearntitbythegrammar，"saidtheoldman；"thataccountsforyourWelshbeingdifferentfromours。WedidnotlearnourWelshbythegrammar—yourWelshisdifferentfromours，andofcoursebetter，beingtheWelshofthegrammar。Ah，itisafinethingtobeagrammarian。"
　　"Yes，itisafinethingtobeagrammarian，"criedtherestofthecompany，andIobservedthateverybodynowregardedmewithakindofrespect。
　　Ajugofalewhichthehostesshadbroughtmehadbeenstandingbeforemesometime。Inowtasteditandfounditverygood。
　　Whilstdespatchingit，IaskedvariousquestionsabouttheoldDanes，thereasonwhytheplacewascalledtheportoftheNorwegian，andaboutitstrade。ThegoodfolksknewnothingabouttheoldDanes，andaslittleastothereasonofitsbeingcalledtheportoftheNorwegian—buttheysaidthatbesidesthatnameitborethatofMelinHeli，orthemillofthesaltpool，andthatslateswereexportedfromthence，whichcamefromquarriescloseby。
　　Havingfinishedmyale，IbadethecompanyadieuandquittedPortDynNorwig，oneofthemostthoroughlyWelshplacesIhadseen，forduringthewholetimeIwasinit，IheardnowordsofEnglishuttered，exceptthetwoorthreespokenbymyself。InaboutanhourIreachedCaernarvon。
　　TheroadfromBangortoCaernarvonisverygoodandthesceneryinteresting—finehillsborderitontheleft，orsouth—east，andontherightatsomedistanceistheMenaiwithAngleseybeyondit。
　　NotfarfromCaernarvonasandbankcommences，extendingformilesuptheMenai，towardsBangor，anddividingthestraitintotwo。
　　IwenttotheCastleInnwhichfrontsthesquareormarket—place，andbeingshownintoaroomorderedsomebrandy—and—water，andsatdown。Twoyoungmenwereseatedintheroom。Ispoketothemandreceivedcivilanswers，atwhichIwasratherastonished，asI
　　foundbythetoneoftheirvoicesthattheywereEnglish。Theairofonewasfarsuperiortothatoftheother，andwithhimIwassooninconversation。Inthecourseofdiscourseheinformedmethatbeingamartyrtoill—healthhehadcomefromLondontoWales，hopingthatchangeofair，andexerciseontheWelshhills，wouldaffordhimrelief，andthathisfriendhadbeenkindenoughtoaccompanyhim。ThathehadbeenaboutthreeweeksinWales，hadtakenalltheexercisethathecould，butthathewasstillveryunwell，sleptlittleandhadnoappetite。Itoldhimnottobediscouraged，buttoproceedinthecoursewhichhehadadoptedtilltheendofsummer，bywhichtimeIthoughtitveryprobablethathewouldberestoredtohishealth，ashewasstillyoung。Atthesewordsofmineabeamofhopebrightenedhiscountenance，andhesaidthathehadnootherwishthantoregainhishealth，andthatifhedidheshouldbethehappiestofmen。TheintensewishofthepooryoungmanforhealthcausedmetothinkhowinsensibleI
　　hadhithertobeentothepossessionofthegreatestofallterrestrialblessings。Ihadalwayshadthehealthofanelephant，butIneverrememberedtohavebeensensibletothemagnitudeoftheblessingorintheslightestdegreegratefultoGodwhogaveit。IshudderedtothinkhowIshouldfeelifsuddenlydeprivedofmyhealth。Farworse，nodoubt，thanthatpoorinvalid。Hewasyoung，andinyouththereishope—butIwasnolongeryoung。Atlast，however，IthoughtthatifGodtookawaymyhealthHemightsofaraltermymindthatImightbehappyevenwithouthealth，ortheprospectofit；andthatreflectionmademequitecomfortable。
　　CHAPTERXLIV
　　NationalSchool—TheYoungPreacher—PontBettws—SpanishWords—TwoTongues，TwoFaces—TheElephant’sSnout—LlynCwellyn—
　　TheSnowdonRanger—MyHouse—CastellyCidwm—DescenttoBethGelert。
　　ITmightbeaboutthreeo’clockintheafternoonwhenIleftCaernarvonforBethGelert，distantaboutthirteenmiles。I
　　journeyedthroughabeautifulcountryofhillanddale，woodsandmeadows，thewholegildedbyabundanceofsunshine。AfterwalkingaboutanhourwithoutintermissionIreachedavillage，andaskedamanthenameofit。
　　"Llan—something，"hereplied。