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Betiveen Traivsfynydd and Maentyxvrog. 



CHAPTER VI. 



It was the longest day of the year, — so said the 

 penny almanac in the Mahntooroch Hotel. So, 

 with richer certainty, did we ourselves asseverate 

 before nightfall. Before 9 A.M. the Tommies and 

 their lop-sided burdens had been launched on 

 their twelve miles' journey to Beddgelert ; and we, 

 something depressed in spirit by the farewell 

 warnings of our friend the roasted tourist, were 

 hardening our hearts to the ascent of Snowdon. 

 We rode up through the Plas Oakley Woods, 



