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a mile and a half* along the doping fides 

 of the mountains, till I came to a hollow, 

 called Bwlch Glas ; from whence I once 

 again afcended to the fummit of this, the 

 moft celebrated mountain in Great Britain. 

 From the top of the firft mountains, 

 after I left Llanberis, the fcenery all the 

 way, till I came within fight of Llyn 

 Llwydaw, was awfully rude. It was one 

 continued feries of rocks, infinitely varied 

 in their form. The nimble footed fheep 

 that brouzed on their dark fides, and fkip- 

 ped along their tremendous precipices, 

 looked down upon us with the utmoft 

 compofure, fearlefs of any danger from 

 their feemingly precarious lituations. In 

 fome places the rock? overhanging the 

 path, feemed ready to ftart from their 

 beds, threatening deftruftion to the tra- 

 veller who had dared their gloomy fhade. 

 R 3 I was 



