THE WONDERS OF THE SHORE, 23 
Now, my good friend, how did these pebbles get 
three hundred yards across the lake? Hundreds 
of tons, some of them three feet long: who carried 
them across? The old Cymry were not likely to 
amuse themselves by making such a breakwater up 
here in No-man’s-land, two thousand feet above the 
sea: but somebody or something must have carried 
them ; for stones do not fly, nor swim either. 
Shot out of a volcano? As you seem deter- 
mined to have a prodigy, it may as well be a suffi- 
ciently huge one. 
-Well—these stones lie altogether; and a volcano 
would have hardly made so compact a shot, not 
being in the habit of using Eley’s wire cartridges. 
Our next hope of a solution lies in John Jones, 
who carried up the coracle. Hail him, and ask 
him what is on the top of that cliff... So, 
“Plainshe and pogshe, and another Llyn.” Very 
good. Now, does it not strike you that this whole 
cliff has a remarkably smooth and plastered look, 
like a hare’s run up an earthbank? And do you 
not see that it is polished thus only over the lake? 
