The Argosy — page 136: what you’re looking at

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126 Round about Barmouth. the splendid panorama seen from the railway bridge is before and about you nearly the whole way ; the mountains at every moment change form as you drive quickly past them: some of them are yellow with gorse and fern fronds, looking gold mountains indeed; occasionally a glimpse is caught of a small house or church buried in a cleft, remind- ing one that these apparently deserted places can yet find inhabitants. But what a life they must lead here, or rather a want of life! Shut up from year to year so far out of the world, never hearing perchance of events that shake governments and reorganize kingdoms. Calm and peaceful, indeed, must such lives be in their record. Almost the whole way you have a full. view of Cader Idris, the chief mountain in Wales next to Snowdon. This mountain may be climbed TORRENT WALK, LOWER BRIDGE. in about three hours ; an adventure attended with no danger, and, to a “‘ Muscular Christian,” with small fatigue. But as the reader may not have ventured as yet up its mazy height, a sketch of its summit and lake will perhaps not be uninteresting. On the way to Dolgelly you every now and then obtain glimpses of passes and valleys, and long to penetrate their hidden recesses. A mile beyond Dolgelly is the “ Torrent Walk ;” a walk beautiful beyond description. Entering at the lower bridge and quitting the carriage, you ascend for about a mile through an enchanted glen. To your left hand is the torrent, rushing between its banks over a steep rocky bed : the banks covered with mosses and ferns and small shrubs that bend over the water as if courting an embrace while it rushes past them. Every here and there the scene is enlivened by an artist, sketch- ing a particularly good bit: the while dreaming no doubt of fame and fortune: and perhaps of a fair form and face, whose happiness is waiting comliichooks.com