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"Plynlimmon is a famed hill," said I; "I suppose it is very high." "Yes!" said he, "it is high; but it is not famed because it is high, but because the three grand rivers of the world issue from its breast, the Hafren, the Rheidol, and the Gwy." Night was now coming rapidly on, attended with a drizzling rain. I inquired if we were far from Pont Erwyd.
"I am in the habit," he said to the landlord at Pont Erwyd, "of talking about everything, being versed in all matters, do you see, or affecting to be so, which comes much to the same thing." Even in the company of his stepdaughter as they were not in Hyde Park he sang in Welsh at the top of his voice.
I went up to the man, and, saluting him in English, asked whether he could direct me to the Devil's Bridge, or rather to Pont Erwyd. "It would be of no use directing you, sir," said he, "for with all the directions in the world it would be impossible for you to find the way. You would not have left these premises five minutes before you would be in a maze without knowing which way to turn.
Without descending to the river, we turned aside up a hill, and, after passing by a few huts, came to a large house, which my guide told me was the inn of Pont Erwyd. Consequential Landlord Cheek Darfel Gatherel Dafydd Nanmor Sheep Farms Wholesome Advice The Old Postman The Plant de Bat The Robber's Cavern. MY guide went to a side door, and opening it without ceremony went in.
Leaving Pont Erwyd at some distance on my left, I went duly north till I came to a place amongst hills where the road was crossed by an angry-looking rivulet, the same, I believe which enters the Rheidol near Pont Erwyd, and which is called the Castle River.
"You will do right," said he; "it is only three miles from Pont Erwyd to the bridge of the evil man, but I think we shall have a stormy night." "When I get to Pont Erwyd," said I, "how far shall I be from South Wales?" "From South Wales!" said he; "you are in South Wales now; you passed the Terfyn of North Wales a quarter of an hour ago."
Thus he sees "a melancholy ship" out on the sea near Holyhead. He qualifies russet twice as "wretched" in describing a moor. He speaks of "strange-looking" hills near Pont Erwyd, and again near the Devil's Bridge. His moods were easily changed.
"About a mile," said my guide; "we shall soon be there." We quickened our pace. After a little time he asked me if I was going farther than Pont Erwyd. "I am bound for the bridge of the evil man," said I; "but I daresay I shall stop at Pont Erwyd to-night."
I had scarcely finished my tale when the other man came in and said that he had found a guide, a young man from Pont Erwyd, who would be glad of such an opportunity to go and see his parents, that he was then dressing himself, and would shortly make his appearance. In about twenty minutes he did so.
He was dressed in a brown short coat, had a glazed hat on his head, and had a pale but very intelligent countenance. "What is the matter?" said he to the other man. "This gentleman," replied the latter, "is going to Pont Erwyd, and wants a guide." "Well," said the young man, "we must find him one. It will never do to let him go by himself."
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