A TOUR ROUND NORTH WALES. 



much more interefting fcene. This cir* 

 cumftance carried with it fo much com- 

 fort, that, being foon completely wetted, 

 I became entirely carelefs as to myfelf ; 

 and after that, the fafter and more hea- 

 vily the rain came down, the better I 

 was pleafed with it. 



In this ftate it was that, after about 

 two hours flippery walking, and my 

 clothes dripping with wet, I arrived at 

 Llanrhaiadr, the Village of the Cataradt, 

 fituated, like the one I had juft left, in 

 a deep hollow, furrounded on all fides 

 by mountains, whole fummits were en- 

 tirely obfcured in clouds. This hollow 

 is called, for what reafon I know not, 

 Mochnant, the Vale of Pigs. The houfes 

 at Llanrhaiadr are irregular; but many 

 of them being old, and overgrown with 

 vegetation, give| it, from many points 

 of view, an appearance highly pictu- 



refque. 



The 



