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"I have a little broken Cumraeg, at the service of this good company," said I. "With respect to the snake of the sea I beg leave to say that I believe in the existence of such a creature; and am surprised that any people in these parts should not believe in it: why, the sea-serpent has been seen in these parts." "When was that, Gwr Boneddig?" said one of the company.
"Sit down in the chair, Gwr Boneddig," said John Jones, "you have taken trouble enough to get to it." "Do, gentleman," said the old lady; "but first let me wipe it with my apron, for it is very wet and dirty."
"Oh, that over the hills, sir; it is about twenty miles from here to the Pont y Gwr Drwg over the hills, but more than twice that by the valleys." "Well, I suppose you would advise me to go by the hills?" "Certainly, sir that is, if you wish to break your neck, or to sink in a bog, or to lose your way, or perhaps, if night comes on, to meet the Gwr Drwg himself taking a stroll.
"Surely I can't be in the right road," said I; "I wish I had an opportunity of asking." Presently seeing an old man working with a spade in a field near a gate, I stopped and said in Welsh: "Am I in the road to the Pont y Gwr Drwg?" The old man looked at me for a moment, then shouldering his spade he came up to the gate, and said in English: "In truth, sir, you are."
'Sit down in the chair, Gwr Boneddig, said John Jones, 'you have taken trouble enough to get to it. 'Do, gentleman, said the old lady; 'but first let me wipe it with my apron, for it is very wet and dirty.
We asked if we were at the house of Huw Morris, and whether they could tell us anything about him; they made us no answer but proceeded with their occupation; John Jones then said that the Gwr Boneddig was very fond of the verses of Huw Morris, and had come a great way to see the place where he was born.
I wandered on for some time; at length on turning round a bluff I saw a lad tending a small herd of bullocks. "Am I in the road," said I, "to the Pont y Gwr Drwg?" "Nis gwn! I don't know," said he sullenly. "I am a hired servant, and have only been here a little time." "Where's the house," said I, "where you serve?" But as he made no answer I left him.
That, however, is not the Devil's Bridge; but about twenty feet below that bridge, and completely overhung by it, don't you see a shadowy, spectral object, something like a bow, which likewise bestrides the chasm? You do! Well, that shadowy, spectral object is the celebrated Devil's Bridge, or, as the timorous peasants of the locality call it, the Pont y Gwr Drwg.
"Well, I must say the land is good; indeed I do not think there is any so good in Shire Aberteifi." "I suppose you are surprised to see me here; I came to see the old Monachlog." "Yes, gentleman; I saw you looking about it." "Am I welcome to see it?" "Croesaw! gwr boneddig, croesaw! many, many welcomes to you, gentleman!" "Do many people come to see the monastery?"
He told me that with all due submission, he thought he could give me a better, which he had heard from a very clever man, gwr deallus iawn, who lived about two miles from Llangollen on the Corwen road.
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