BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 



We were already far above Rhyddu ; its slate 

 roofs were but grey specks on the green slant of 

 the valley, the mountains behind it had dwindled 

 to hills, and other green valleys with dark lakes 

 in their bosoms had appeared, crowding round 

 the feet of Snowdon. It was a fine view, and 

 there was plenty of it, and it had for the first 

 minute or two the peculiarity of moving in earth- 

 quake leaps that kept time to the thumping pulses 

 of my head. It quieted down gradually, and Miss 

 O'Flannigan, faint yet pursuing, addressed herself 

 again to conversation and Griffith Roberts. 



" Are there many eagles on Snowdon ? " she 

 began in a slow shout. 



Griffith Roberts was examining the scenery with 

 a still eye of cold recognition, and said, " Oh yess, 

 indeed," which by this time we understood to be the 

 Welsh manner of expressing want of comprehension. 



" Eagles ! Big birds, you know ! " screamed 

 Miss O'Flannigan. 



The guide shook his head, and again said, " Oh 

 yess." 



