CHAPTER XLIV.
National School--The Young Preacher--Pont Bettws--Spanish Words--Two Tongues, Two Faces--The Elephant's Snout--Llyn Cwellyn--The Snowdon Ranger--My House--Castell y Cidwm--Descent to Beth Gelert.
It might be about three o'clock in the afternoon when I left Caernarvon for Beth Gelert, distant about thirteen miles.

I journeyed through a beautiful country of hill and dale, woods and meadows, the whole gilded by abundance of sunshine.

After walking about an hour without intermission I reached a village, and asked a man the name of it.
"Llan--something," he replied.
As he was standing before a long building, through the open door of which a sound proceeded like that of preaching, I asked him what place it was, and what was going on in it, and received for answer that it was the National School, and that there was a clergyman preaching in it.

I then asked if the clergyman was of the Church, and on learning that he was, I forthwith entered the building, where in one end of a long room I saw a young man in a white surplice preaching from a desk to about thirty or forty people, who were seated on benches before him.

I sat down and listened.