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288 AMONG (THE WELS#®: By CHARLES W. Woop, F.R.G.S., AUTHOR oF ‘*“* THROUGH HOLLAND,” ‘‘ CRUISE OF THE RESERVE SQUADRON,” &c. (9% bidding farewell to Bettws-y-Coed one feels that, in late spring and early summer, before the sight-seeing world has begun to solve the secret of perpetual motion, it must be a small paradise. Paradise, to be _ perfect, no doubt ought to con- tain only two people, but Bettws-y-Coed might en- tertain more than this, and still be charming. At this season, too, Nature pe awnings 1S at her best; especially SS bod OH bea t iH t ' a0” al os ) fee Ua 41, URS such nature as we find Beg Cee here, Running streams, x - A 7 ie, =e we , OK ok < wy outspreading trees, green slopes and laughing val- leys, an infinite number | : of small passes leading up OLD MILL, NoRTH WALES. into the hills and tempting one to stray into unknown regions: the whole enriched and engoldened (to coin an adjective) by a wealth and warmth of sunshine. But with us to day it was late autumn; we did not even make up the charmed number, without which paradise itself would seem a desert, and happiness a phantasm; therefore we left Bettws-y-Coed with less regret than might otherwise have been the case. In due time we reached Llandudno Junction, where we will leave the train and take carriage for Penmznmawr. It was a wild afternoon. The wind blew mightily; clouds flew by in dark masses, and one looked in vain for a break in the sky. The horse pricked up his ears every now and then with a shiver, but struggled bravely against the elements. Even Conway Castle looked frowning, yet always noble and dignified, always beau- tiful and romantic. ‘The waters of the estuary lashed themselves into a small fury against the rocks on which the castle has stood for CORMNICOOOKS EO m