290 A DOG HUNT ON THE BERWYNS 



appeared, and the lane became a track, and then a 

 lad came leaping down the hill, almost breathless, 

 with the news that the dog had been seen on a hill 

 some six miles away. 



Up the mountain, down the other side, up hill 

 after hill, following the sheep-tracks, the cavalcade 

 proceeded, until we reached the spot where our 

 quarry had been last seen. A line of beaters was 

 formed across the bottom of a glen, and proceeded 

 up the hill. Up above was Dolydd Ceriog, the 

 source of the Ceriog, which came through a rent 

 in the moorland above. 



A wilder scene could not be imagined. On 

 either side the hills rose up, until their peaks were 

 sharply defined against the blue. The steep sides 

 were covered with gorse and fern, with fantastic 

 forms of rock peering through. At the bottom the 

 infant Ceriog eddied and rushed over and among 

 rocks of every shape and size, forming the most 

 picturesque waterfalls. In front up the ravine the 

 numerous cascades leaped and glittered, growing 

 smaller and smaller, until the purple belt of moor- 

 land was reached. 



The hounds quartered to and fro, and the men 

 shouted in Welsh and English. The hardy Welsh 

 horses picked their way unerringly over the cUhris. 



" Yonder he is," was the cry, as up sprang the 



