Coming to the little mill called the Melyn Bac, at the bottom of the gorge, we went into the yard to observe the water-wheel.

We found that it was turned by a very little water, which was conveyed to it by artificial means.

Seeing the miller's man, a short dusty figure, standing in the yard, I entered into conversation with him, and found to my great surprise that he had a considerable acquaintance with the ancient language.

On my repeating to him verses from Taliesin he understood them, and to show me that he did, translated some of the lines into English.

Two or three respectable-looking lads, probably the miller's sons, came out, and listened to us.