Several trees felled from the side of the torrent were lying near, some of them stripped of their arms and bark.

A small tree formed a bridge across the brook to the sheds.
"It is there," said John Jones, "that the husband of the woman with whom we have been speaking works, felling trees from the alder swamp and cutting them up into blocks.

I see there is no work going on at present or we would go over--the woman told me that her husband was at Llangollen." "What a strange place to come to work at," said I, "out of crowded England.

Here is nothing to be heard but the murmuring of waters and the rushing of wind down the gulleys.

If the man's head is not full of poetical fancies, which I suppose it is not, as in that case he would be unfit for any useful employment, I don't wonder at his occasionally going to the public-house." After going a little further up the glen and observing nothing more remarkable than we had seen already, we turned back.