There I sat down near the ruined tower of Dolbadern, and opening my knapsack, made a hearty meal.

I have ever been a day-dreamer; and there are few things I like better than to lie, upon some hot and sunny day, in the tall grass beneath the shade of some deep boughs, with running water murmuring near, hearing the summer bee buzzing monotonously, and in the distance, the clear, sharp tinkle of the sheep-bell.

In such a place, at such a time, one's fancy strays playfully, like some happy child, and none but pleasant thoughts present themselves.

Fatigued by my long walk, and overcome by heat, I fell asleep.

How long I lay there I cannot tell, but the deep shadows were half way down the tall mountain when I awoke.