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Title: Wanderings and excursions in North Wales
Year: 1836 (1830s)
Authors: Roscoe, Thomas, 1791-1871
Subjects: Wales, North -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : C. Tilt, and Simpkin and co. (etc., etc.)
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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er accomplishedthan he resolved to return, and promote the welfare of his country-men among the hills and streams of his boyhood. It was here that the union of stream, and lake, and fall, so pecu-liar a feature of the Caernarvon hills, most struck my fancy, givingthat nameless charm to a solitary ramble which more than compen-sates for the loss of companionship, or the most arduous pedestriantoil. The fresh breath of morning fanned my brow—some newbeauty continually broke upon the eye—the first red leaves blownacross my path, or whirling in eddies down the currents, told theevening of the year was nigh; and the blue mists on the distanthills,—the beautifully variegated foliage of the trees,—the fragrantdew yet glittering on herb and flower, with the early matin songof birds,—the winds whistling through the mountain-hollows, andthe far-off sound of the cataract,—all combined to inspire a freshnessand elasticity of feeling which only the morning traveller canintensely enjoy.
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WANDERINGS THROUGH NORTH WALLS. 147 I could have chosen no happier hour or season for beholdiiurthe most lovely of all the Snowdon valleys under the thousandchanging hues,—the now soft now brilliant touches—those deepermingling lights and shadows of the falling year. As I passed bythe margin of the broad, clear stream which joins the delightfullake Gwynant with the waters of Llyn y Dinas,—itself almost asinteresting, and deeply embosomed amidst the towering rocks,—I heard the distant but gradually swelling notes of the hounds,the answering bay of the sheep-dog, which, with the tinkling ofthe distant bells, and the occasional explosion of a mine, had asingular effect amid the deep solitude which surrounded me.Upon both sides of the noble stream stretched a pleasant green-sward, so bright, so sweetly secluded,—if tradition speak correctly,—as to have been the favourite haunt, not only of the Snowdonhunters of other days, but of those more fastidious revellers, thatlove the m

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