Beyond the meadow the Snowdon range; on the right the mighty Cerrig Llan; on the left the equally mighty, but not quite so precipitous, Hebog.

Truly, the valley of Gelert is a wondrous valley--rivalling for grandeur and beauty any vale either in the Alps or Pyrenees.

After a long and earnest view I turned round again and proceeded on my way.
Presently I came to a bridge bestriding the stream, which a man told me was called Pont Aber Glas Lyn, or the bridge of the debouchement of the grey lake.

I soon emerged from the pass, and after proceeding some way stopped again to admire the scenery.

To the west was the Wyddfa; full north was a stupendous range of rocks; behind them a conical peak seemingly rivalling the Wyddfa itself in altitude; between the rocks and the road, where I stood, was beautiful forest scenery.