I then started for Cerrig-y-Drudion, distant about ten miles, where I proposed to pass the night.

Directing my course to the north-west, I crossed a bridge over the Dee water and then proceeded rapidly along the road, which for some way lay between corn-fields, in many of which sheaves were piled up, showing that the Welsh harvest was begun.

I soon passed over a little stream, the name of which I was told was Alowan.

"Oh, what a blessing it is to be able to speak Welsh!" said I, finding that not a person to whom I addressed myself had a word of English to bestow upon me.

After walking for about five miles I came to a beautiful but wild country of mountain and wood with here and there a few cottages.