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The sullen tract we are now traversing is all at 

 once enlivened by a break in its sadness a gulley 

 appears, deep in the hollow of which a ferruginous 

 spring pours a gurgling stream that leaps, and rolls, 

 and dashes, brisk with young life, truantizing like a 

 thoughtless child. It probably communicates with 

 the Dee, for there is a most beautiful opening to its 

 green valley, and this seen from the height on which 

 I stood, the fields smiling in the richest emerald 

 green, with numerous trees a shade darker, and all lit 

 up in the smiling sunbeams., certainly looked like a 

 little Eden when contrasted with the bleak bare sides, 

 cold unbroken indigo, and dark umber hues of the 

 frowning wide-stretching Berwyns. 



I now prepared to descend, for broken heights and 

 craggy rocks intimated a break in the mountain range. 

 A verdant valley soon appeared in front, extending 

 some distance, and watered by a meandering stream 

 that bounded from a deep gorge on the right, and was 

 joined by other torrents from the brows of the steep 

 escarpments that boldly rose in cliffs around the deep 

 glen, that, expanding as it receded from the moun- 

 tains, showed numerous enclosed green fields, trees, 

 bushes, and farm-houses within its limits, the angle 

 of the mountain just enclosing the village of Llangyn- 

 nog within its embrace, and terminating the view. 

 The scene was exceedingly pretty, for the valley 

 seemed like a laughing plump child in the care of a 

 gaunt stern nurse ; the harried cliffs rising almost 

 abruptly to the sky, looked as if they could easily 

 fling down an avalanche of ruin upon the valley, and 

 their broken torrent beds seemed able at a moment's 

 notice to bear a flood of desecration among those 



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