Pandy, which
it nearly overhangs, is an enormous crag. After I had looked at the
place for some time with considerable interest we proceeded towards the
south, and in about twenty minutes reached a neat kind of house, on our
right hand, which John Jones told me stood on the ground of Huw Morris.
Telling me to wait, he went to the house, and asked some questions.
After a little time I followed him and found him discoursing at the door
with a stout dame about fifty-five years of age, and a stout buxom damsel
of about seventeen, very short of stature.

"This is the gentleman," said he, "who wishes to see anything there may
be here connected with Huw Morris."

The old dame made me a curtsey, and said in very distinct Welsh, "We have
some things in the house which belonged to him, and we will show them to
the gentleman willingly."

"We first of all wish to see his chair," said John Jones.

"The chair is in a wall in what is called the hen ffordd (old road),"
said the old gentlewoman; "it is cut out of the stone wall, you will have
maybe some difficulty in getting to it, but the girl shall show it to
you." The girl now motioned to us to follow her, and conducted us across
the road to some stone steps, over a wall to a place which looked like a
plantation.

"This was the old road," said Jones; "but the place has been enclosed.
The new road is above us on our right hand beyond the wall."

We were in a maze of tangled shrubs, the boughs of which, very wet from
the rain which was still falling, struck our faces, as we attempted to
make our way between them; the girl led the way, bare-headed and
bare-armed, and soon brought us to the wall, the boundary of the new
road. Along this she went with considerable difficulty, owing to the
tangled shrubs, and the nature of the ground, which was very precipitous,
shelving down to the other side of the enclosure. In a little time we
were wet to the skin, and covered with the dirt of birds, which they had
left while roosting in the trees; on went the girl, sometimes creeping,
and trying to keep herself from falling by holding against the young
trees; once or twice she fell and we after her, for there was no path,
and the ground, as I have said before very shelvy; still as she went her
eyes were directed towards the wall, which was not always very easy to be
seen, for thorns, tall nettles and shrubs, were growing up against it.
Here and there she stopped, and said something, which I