heard him call old women his aunts, I said, "Every poor
old woman in the neighbourhood seems to be your aunt."

"This is no poor old woman," said he, "she is cyfoethawg iawn, and only
last week she sent me and my family a pound of bacon, which would have
cost me sixpence-halfpenny, and about a month ago a measure of wheat."

We passed over the top of the mountain, and descending the other side
reached Llansanfraid, and stopped at the public-house where we had been
before, and called for two glasses of ale. Whilst drinking our ale Jones
asked some questions about Huw Morris of the woman who served us; she
said that he was a famous poet, and that people of his blood were yet
living upon the lands which had belonged to him at Pont y Meibion. Jones
told her that his companion, the gwr boneddig, meaning myself, had come
in order to see the birth-place of Huw Morris, and that I was well
acquainted with his works, having gotten them by heart in Lloegr, when a
boy. The woman said that nothing would give her greater pleasure than to
hear a Sais recite poetry of Huw Morris, whereupon I recited a number of
his lines addressed to the Gof Du, or blacksmith. The woman held up her
hands, and a carter who was in the kitchen somewhat the worse for liquor,
shouted applause. After asking a few questions as to the road we were to
take, we left the house, and in a little time entered the valley of
Ceiriog. The valley is very narrow, huge hills overhanging it on both
sides, those on the east side lumpy and bare, those on the west
precipitous, and partially clad with wood; the torrent Ceiriog runs down
it, clinging to the east side; the road is tolerably good, and is to the
west of the stream. Shortly after we had entered the gorge, we passed by
a small farm-house on our right hand, with a hawthorn hedge before it,
upon which seems to stand a peacock, curiously cut out of thorn. Passing
on we came to a place called Pandy uchaf, or the higher Fulling mill.
The place so called is a collection of ruinous houses, which put me in
mind of the Fulling mills mentioned in "Don Quixote." It is called the
Pandy because there was formerly a fulling mill here, said to have been
the first established in Wales; which is still to be seen, but which is
no longer worked. Just above the old mill there is a meeting of streams,
the Tarw from the west rolls down a dark valley into the Ceiriog.

At the entrance of this valley and just before you reach the