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；