PresentlyIcametoabridgebestridingthestream，whichamantoldmewascalledPontAberGlasLyn，orthebridgeofthedebouchementofthegreylake。Isoonemergedfromthepass，andafterproceedingsomewaystoppedagaintoadmirethescenery。TothewestwastheWyddfa；fullnorthwasastupendousrangeofrocks；behindthemaconicalpeakseeminglyrivallingtheWyddfaitselfinaltitude；betweentherocksandtheroad，whereIstood，wasbeautifulforestscenery。Iagainwenton，goingroundthesideofahillbyagentleascent。AfteralittletimeIagainstoppedtolookaboutme。Therewastherichforestscenerytothenorth，behinditweretherocksandbehindtherocksrosethewonderfulconicalhillimpalingheaven；confrontingittothesouth—east，wasahugelumpishhill。AsIstoodlookingaboutmeI
sawamancomingacrossafieldwhichslopeddowntotheroadfromasmallhouse。Hepresentlyreachedme，stoppedandsmiled。A
moreopencountenancethanhisIneversawinallthedaysofmylife。
\"Dydddachwi，sir，\"saidthemanoftheopencountenance，\"theweatherisveryshowy。\"
\"Veryshowy，indeed，\"saidI；\"Iwasjustnowwishingforsomebody，ofwhomImightaskaquestionortwo。\"