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mountains — a path washed with mountain rain 

 and purified with mountain wind. Within, the 

 people stood close in the hideous pews, in the 

 naked galleries; three men in black coats, sta- 

 tioned in three rostrums high up against the white 

 wall, led the sin,ging, and evidently found the 

 weather too hot. We observed that their eyes 

 were upon us, and that an elder seemed to be 

 developing a tendency to offer us a Welsh 

 hymnal, and we retired. 



The morning was obviously one to sacrifice to 

 expeditions, and any tourist worthy of the name 

 would no doubt have been by noon on the top of 

 Cader Idris or the Torrent Walk. The landlady 

 of the " Angel," looking more than ever like Miss 

 O'Flannigan's aunt, urged us to these and other 

 courses with veiled reproach, as she would have 

 reminded the impenitent of evening service, but 

 the hills in whose lap Dolgelly lies remain unex- 

 plored by us. Others have been more conscien- 

 tious ; to them be the glories of accomplishment 

 and the fell privileges of description. The one 



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