170 A TOUR ROUND NORTH WALKS. 



The pleafure attendant upon thefe 

 rural objects continued only for a few 

 miles, for I then had nothing to look 

 upon but a dreary fucceflion of open 

 moors; which, though for the fportfman 

 they might have an infinity of charms, 

 they afforded but little comfort to the 

 ton rift. 



About a mile and a half from Bala, I 

 pafled a bridge called Pont Cynwyd ; 

 below which, the bed of the turbulent 

 little ftream is crowded with huge mafles 

 of rock, deeply excavated into circular 

 hollows, by the furious eddying of the 

 water which rages from above. In one 

 place thefe rocks, with the flream ru fil- 

 ing amongft them, form a fraall but 

 pleafing cafcade. 



A little beyond Hands Rhivvedog, the X 

 abrupt afcent, an ancient family feat, 

 near which, in a vale, where there is ge- 

 nerally fome ftagnant water in the win- 

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