I was now drawing nigh to the mountainous district of Eryri; a noble hill called Mount Eilio appeared before me to the north; an immense mountain called Pen Drws Coed lay over against it on the south, just like a couchant elephant with its head lower than the top of its back.

After a time I entered a most beautiful sunny valley, and presently came to a bridge over a pleasant stream running in the direction of the south.

As I stood upon that bridge I almost fancied myself in Paradise; everything looked so beautiful or grand--green, sunny meadows lay all around me, intersected by the brook, the waters of which ran with tinkling laughter over a shingly bottom.

Noble Eilio to the north; enormous Pen Drws Coed to the south; a tall mountain far beyond them to the east.

"I never was in such a lovely spot!" I cried to myself in a perfect rapture.