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A FORTNIGHT IN NORTH WALESI

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A FORTNIGHT IN NORTH WALES I IN THE MONTH OF AUGUST, 1869. I CAPIL CURIG, NANT FRANCON, PENRHTN I QUARRIES. In addition to our coach (to Bangor), there were -conveyances to Festiniol, Llanberis, Capel Curig, Swallow Waterfall, &c., the scene being very animated. From the station we drove to the Royal .oa.k Hotel, where the coach stayed ten minutes, and the whole of the passengers walked on. The streets, if they may be so termed, of the village were literally crowded with visitors, both on foot and in conveyances of every description. The sole time and occupation of the inhabitants appeared to be devoted to visitors, and the reader would be astonished at the ingenious artifices used by some to extort money. Just outside the village we arrived at Pont-y-pair, and turned off the road to cross it and view the enchanting scene from the other side. This bridge, which spans the LUigwy, is a romance in itself, with it& ola, irregular, ivy- clad arches, resting on rocks in the bed of the stream which rushes through with the fury of a cataract. This spot is a favourite study for painters, and one which has, times without number, been transierred to canvass. Standing on the bridge we counted no less than ten artists scattered about in different directions, while the woods were thronged with the gay crowd who sauntered about enjoying the bracing air and the sweet landscape. Returning to the road, a gentleman informed u, that at a short distance on was the Miner's Bridge, and that if we hurried on we should be able to have a peep at it before the coach came up. We acted on his suggestion, and had a view of this novel structure. It is a rustic erection, at a very great .Inclination over a deep ch.-ism, and apprars to be quite in keeping with the place over which it is Hung. The coach coming up we seated ourselves, and continued our journey. fhe road keeps along the banks of the Llugwy, though elevated above the: stream, until we arrive at the Swallow Fall, (Rhaiadr-y-wennol). the coach stepped here ten minutes so allaw passengers to inspect the falls which are close to the road side, Lut hidden amon the rocks and trees. We descended to the bottom of the fall: where we could obtain the best view. We had expected to see something grandly beautiful in these falls, and we were not disappointed. The chiism down which the Llugwy rushes and roars is sixty feet across in the widest part. The stream does not tumble over in ohe unbroken sheet, but is divided by jagged peaks into three or four falls. Amongst the crags it leaps, foaming and raging, and then dashing over a broad shelving rock pre- cipitates itself into a dark deep basin. The grandeur and beauty of the scene is heightened by the solemnity of the dark rocks overhung with trees, with the river rushing impetuously at our feet. Resuming our seats, we journeyed on towards Cupel Curig. On either hand were richly-wooded hills, on the summit of one being a small tower. A gentle- man called our attention to a plantation of young larches and firs on the hill side on our left. He informed us that they were so planted as to form the name Willoughby de Eresby, the peer having that name being owner of the property. The firs formed the ground work, and the larches the different letters, some of which were easily dis- tinguished. Our informant told us that his lordship was very proud of this piece of workmanship. Crossing the Llagwy we passed the falls of Pout Cyfyng, which were very pretty. The scenery from this point to Capel Curig is majestically grand. We are now fast leaving wooded slopes and luxuriant foliage, and instead of the soft pretty scenery ot Bettws, we get the wild and rugged features of Capel Curig. Here we are surrounded by the eternal hills. The most splendid view o: Snowdon is to be got here, seated as it were on her throne, with the Giyders on one hand and Moel Siabod on the other. Rise, 0 ever rise Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth, Thou kingly spirit, throned among the hills. Great Hierarch! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell the rising sun, Earth with her thousand voices praises HOlt We diverged from our route to go to the hotel, which is a large and commodious hostelry, and in the season is crowded with visitors, being so centrally situated for sight-seeing and angling. Returning to the Bangor road we were soon on our way again, passing at the foot of the Giyders, which reared their heads up 3,300 feet. The&e llills-Glydcr Fawr and Glyder Bach—are often ascended, and a glorious view compensates those who make the rather difficult ascent. They present a formidable appearance, but are excelled in this particular by the Tnfaen Hill, which we presently came in sight of. This rocky eminence is of conical form, and its aspect is extremely dark and awful. It appears totally inaccessible, but it may be scaled without much difficulty on its western side. At the top there appeared to be two human beings, :.ni one. of my companions called our attention to them. A gentleman who sat near smiled, and said he was often amused at having those human beings" pointed out to him, when in reality they were two enormous rocks. Persons," he said, forget the great height they are above us human beings would be invisible at such an elevation." We had now reached the shores of the beautiful Llyn Ogwen, a narrow sheet of water about one mile long. The fishing in it is very good, there b.ing then several boats upon it. At the extreme end the coach drew up at a small inn, and the driver suggested that we c,, t down and see the falls, which were a few yards further. Here the Ogwen issues from the lake through a narrow gorge called the Pass of Benglog, and then precipitates itelf in a series of falls for more than 1UO fe,t into the valley beneath. To have a g' od view we de-censed to the lowest accessible point. Just above us in the recesses of the rocks was Llyn xdwal, which for gloomy grandeur is said to be unsurpassed. We had not, however, time to visit it. Resuming our seats in the coach, a sudden turn in the road brought ns :n sight of Nan" Franc <n, the glorious Vile of Beavers. This lovely valley is about four miles in length, nearly straight, and gradually descending. The lower part is marshy, and but partially cultivated, and the Og,ven meanders through the whole lengti. Tiie road forms Q. terrace on the north-east side at a c m ilcr- able elevation, and benoath the frowning Carnedd Dafydd. On either side the mount iius rise to a great height, and in their huge piles of rugjed barren crags present a fine contrast to the verdure in the valley below. Pa-sing through this lovely spot we reach Ogwen Bank, a pretty villa residence belongin to Lord Penrhyn. Here my friends and myself left the coach to have a peep at the wo rid famed Penrhyn Quarries, the site of which we had guessed while far distant from the huge heaps of slate rubbish, resembling the cinder heaps of the iron districts. Our way lay across the Ogwen over a picturesque bridge, near which there is some fine river scenery after which we ascended, and sron found ourselves in front of the grand amphitheatre formed by the quarry, the galleries or terraces risinsr one above thp Other from the base to the summit of the lofty hill presenting a bird's eye view of the entire works. At a distance we could discern nothing except the rock, but as we apprcached nearer we perc ived br: minute figures of the workmen busy at their peril. ous occupation. Some of them were hanging dangling from a rope suspended from the rock above, in the face of which they were boring holes to be fiilell with gunpowder. In another place thy might be seen busily employed in splitting down every projecting shelf of b:ue slate. Others wer.. buy removing the rubbish, while at the worhslioj s all were engaged in splitting the detached masses, and cutting them into various -liap^s and sizes. Ever) half-hour the blasting takes place. At the signal of the horn, the workmen may be seen crawl- ing into holes or other plaees out ot danger. ihe blasts are then.discharged in rapid succession from all sides of the viist area; masses of slate are rent away, falling down the sid-s like r.valunche- while fragments are shot up into tup air with fearful velocity. In the centre of the quarry there :-t: 11 I' I I t Ù k t 1 ,1. :cll Iln. a large 190 late d roc k Ol bastard slate, which has most peculiar appearance. No one who visits this busy place can fail to be astonished at the great enterprise which has transformed tlcse mountain wastes inio source of indu-trv, great wealth, ano national ptoaperity. UPWflH13 of 30U0 persons are employed in the quarry, and about 300 tens of slate are daily conveyed by railway to Port Penrhyn, n. ar Bansror. whence they are exported to all parts of the world. On our way down, alt-r spending about two hours in this interesting pisce, we passed a small cottage, where was offered for sale a great varey of to;, s, &c., ingeniously carved out of hte, We made a few purchases as s >uveniers of oil- visit, and th-11 went on to Bethesda, a? d at the Douglas Hotel P,"il rot merits- We however had to hnrr, as the omnibus with which we were so r: on to Bangor -was ready to star: Bethtsda is a rapidiv increasing place and a I, ie-able feature, as I have befo:o mentioned rosp.-el D: .-th. r places, was the and hand.-ome < hape s. There ais a beuuti. ful church, crected by Lord Penrhvn in 185G. Th.. inhabitants are wholly, ov liairU L, «1„: endant on the quarries. The ride f'ro, to Baii«r>r is tb1"6.h a picturesque country down the vale of the Utiv.eu, which becomes surrounded on each side by woode:1 banks. The towers of Peurhvn Cattle forii, a very imposing feature in the view, before rcachin; Whie.i. iiowLVer, we ras, through the model village of L.undegai, with its pretty church, surrounded bv yew-, and its neat, well kept cottages. P .ssin.r ti.e fine German gateway leading into the pnrk, we "oon arrived it the aneuait city of Bangor p- ssiii-i through to he rmW station. We had about bour to wait, ami to ?d. ?.? t, time we ?.ende.i thchdl ?ovetb?tat?, from th.' top of which we had a magn:ficfnt view. Returnim? to the .h.t!.? we parted, my compamo? ?. to Lh.ndudno and I to Carnarvon, winch p?, I??he.i soon after tii d did ample jusl' ItoCa?r?udidampIejusncetoasaod?e.L and at an early hour retired to rest. (To be C;¡.t;ç;7.)

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