After walking about a mile, I perceived a kind of elevation which answered to the description of Glendower's mount, which the man by the bridge had given me.

It stood on the right hand, at some distance from the road, across a field.

As I was standing looking at it a man came up from the direction in which I myself had come.

He was a middle-aged man, plainly but decently dressed, and had something of the appearance of a farmer.
"What hill may that be ?" said I in English, pointing to the elevation.
"Dim Saesneg, sir," said the man, looking rather sheepish, "Dim gair o Saesneg." Rather surprised that a person of his appearance should not have a word of English, I repeated my question in Welsh.
"Ah, you speak Cumraeg, sir;" said the man evidently surprised that a person of my English appearance should speak Welsh.

"I am glad of it! What hill is that, you ask--Dyna Mont Owain Glyndwr, sir." "Is it easy to get to ?" said I.
"Quite easy, sir," said the man.