A ridge to the east particularly struck my attention; it was covered with dusky edifices, from which proceeded thundering sounds, and puffs of smoke.

A woman passed me going towards Rhiwabon; I pointed to the ridge and asked its name; I spoke English.

The woman shook her head and replied "Dim Saesneg." "This is as it should be," said I to myself; "I now feel I am in Wales." I repeated the question in Welsh.
"Cefn Bach," she replied--which signifies the little ridge.
"Diolch iti," I replied, and proceeded on my way.
I was now in a wild valley--enormous hills were on my right.

The road was good, and above it, in the side of a steep bank, was a causeway intended for foot passengers.

It was overhung with hazel bushes.