210 A TOUR ROUND NORTH WALES. 



I defcended along the broken rocks on 

 one fide of this precipice, to a great depth 

 into the hollow, and turning amongft the 

 larger mafTes that lay in rude heaps, rather 

 more than half way down, where the 

 defcent began to be more gradual, I ar- 

 rived at the foot of a moft tremendous 



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 chafm in the mountain, called Tull du, 



the black cleft. A more fublime fcene 

 the pencil, even of Salvator Rofa, could 

 not have traced. Here the flream, that 

 runs from Llyn y Cwn, is feen rolling 

 from the top> and broken in it's defcent 

 by a hundred interrupting rocks. But in 

 addition to this, there had been much 

 rain the day before I was here, and the 

 accumulated volume of water ruming in 

 3 vaft cataraft, from the aftonifhing height 

 of a hundred and fifty yards, 



In one impetuous torrent down the fteep, 



Now thundering (hot, and (hook the country round. 



Amongft 



