The Argosy — page 234: what you’re looking at

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Among the Welsh. 217 had been forgotten at starting, and until our return her meditations upon the gratitude of mankind must have placed that virtue at a serious discount. However, all was now made straight and satis- factorily balanced, and, if a woman’s smile is divine, we certainly left a divinity behind us, though shrivelled and a century old. By the time we reached the head of the pass, the shades of night were gathering. A cold mist was creeping round about the moun- tains and in the valley, shutting out their very forms and outlines. Capel Curig was invisible, and the lighted hotel windows looked warm and comfortable in comparison with the outside gloom and cold. For KA te NG oy, fA f ey ’ th jp WAS g 4 ba Lire! E — = Z Uy SZ. go f . . vA ty , of ; if “ LLEDR VALLEY. with the mist comes a chilling atmosphere which defies resistance and makes nothing so desirable as the end of the journey. This came at last. The horse bravely held on its way. We gradually descended into the hills, the valley narrowed almost to a pass, the rushing river was once more on our left, the trees looked mysterious and melancholy. Then came the lights of Bettws-y-Coed, then the hotel. The good horse had earned its rest, and indeed for some days to come would have to be in hospital. One of the most romantic spots about Bettws-y-Coed is the Fairy Glen, and it is really worthy of its name. Passing up a narrow road- way, hills romantically disposed on either side and innumerable small passes, you reach a gate, where of course no gate need be, and where COnNIClOOKS (SO)