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124 Round about Barmouth. tions, stretching far away, tier above tier, one behind another ; in posi- tion, in grace of form, for their size and kind, matchless. Upon some of the hills still hovers the purple bloom; a bloom the chill winds of October are fast dissipating. To the right, Cader Idris stretches aloft its proud head; to the left, in a distant corner, beside which runs an exquisite valley, you look upon one of the gold mountains ; bearing a strange resemblance to the gold mountains of Gastein. Also to the left we catch a glimpse of the grey winding path which leads to Dolgelly. And, oh, horror! at this very moment there is that inevitable cavalcade of donkeys and boys and nursemaids, advancing in full tear as if about to storm the town. Let us linger ened ee PANORAMA BRIDGE. = upon the bridge, in full view of these strangely beautiful hills ‘and hollows, until we are able to escape through the streets in the calm that follows a tempest ! Giving somewhat of life to the scene, and Seetainty adding to its interest, is the railway bridge itself, upon which we stand to obtain a full view of this grand panorama: a fairy-like structure of extreme length, stretching across the estuary, and connecting Barmouth with the opposite chain of hills; rendering the end of one’s journey an easy and pleasant task compared with the old trouble of ferrying across ; a trouble removed by an enterprising engineer, who accomplished that which many of the great members of his profession had pronounced impossible. Seen from what point you will, and from . whatever distance, the bridge, spanning the water, is beautiful : its foot- comicbooks.com