It was bounded on the east and south by immense hills and moels.
On I walked at a round pace, the sun scorching me sore, along a dusty, hilly road, now up, now down.

Nothing could be conceived more cheerless than the scenery around.

The ground on each side of the road was mossy and rushy--no houses--instead of them were neat stacks, here and there, standing in their blackness.

Nothing living to be seen except a few miserable sheep picking the wretched herbage, or lying panting on the shady side of the peat clumps.

At length I saw something which appeared to be a sheet of water at the bottom of a low ground on my right.