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many attractive summer resorts, have brought people to Wales in recent years in increasing numbers."

"What have the Welsh been best known for?"

"For their sturdy and earnest ways. They are the real Britons. The English, as you know, are largely Saxons. The Welshmen are a serious people, like most of those

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who live among the hills. They have furnished some orators, and are an active and energetic race."

In the morning we walk about the streets of Holyhead. The people we meet are quiet in their manners. When we speak to them, we sometimes find it difficult to understand their replies, even when these are in English. There are so many consonants in the Welsh words that the language sounds strange to us, but it is not unmusical. We see some familiar names on the signs of the stores. Among these names, Davis and Jones are most numerous. The streets are irregular, and are attractive only because

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they are quaint. We find that the town of Holyhead is on a tiny island of the same name, lying up snugly against Anglesea, another and much larger island.

Holyhead Island is rocky and barren, but Anglesea, we notice, as we ride through it in the train, is a flat country, and on its level pastures we see many cattle feeding, not so many of the black Irish and Scotch breed as of the English breeds.

Our train is bearing us swiftly to Carnarvon, and soon we are passing over the bridge that crosses the Menai Strait, the narrow strip of water which divides Anglesea from the mainland. After a short journey, we arrive at Carnarvon, where we shall remain until the following morning. We walk through quaint, narrow, old streets to the castle which the English king, Edward I, began away back in 1283. We can see why a fort was needed here, and what a strong place it must have made it in early days.

Our party are interested in the grim walls, more than seven feet thick, and in the high turrets and towers, of which there are thirteen. The guide informs us that the first Prince of Wales, Edward II, was born here in 1284, in the Eagle Tower. We quote some English historians who maintain that the little prince did not first see the light at Carnarvon. Our guide is insistent, however, and declares that "the Welsh ought to know better than the English." We do not dispute him. He also relates stories of the terrible sieges and fierce fightings that occurred here when Edward I was trying to conquer the Welsh warriors. How shrewd King Edward was, after he won his victory! When the Welsh pleaded for a ruler who should be one of their own people, King Edward I presented to them his little son, Edward II, who had been born in Wales during the war. To this day, the eldest

son of the King of England is called the Prince of Wales. Our guide, however, explains that the Welshmen now are loyal to England - "the only serious protest being that which was made when the Englishman advocated that the old Welsh language should no longer be taught in the schools of Wales."

The next day we start for Mt. Snowdon, riding through a region of high hills and narrow valleys, which form a

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strong contrast to the level lands of Anglesea. Snowdon is 3590 feet high, the highest peak in Great Britain south of Scotland. On our way we pass many hills in which the slate quarries have made great gashes like scars on the hillsides.

The quarries are numerous. The few villages we pass are clustered about them. Population is not dense in this part of Wales.

When we arrive at our destination, we find that Mt.

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Snowdon really consists of five peaks. We learn, too, that the name of the mountain is not altogether accurate, for the snow line is eight hundred feet higher than its summit. In summer, the hillsides are bare of snow.

We are informed that there are several different routes and ways of ascent. We select ponies and donkeys for our party to ride. As we begin our ascent, our guide points out places of special interest in the distance. We try to pronounce the words after him, but we stumble over Criby-Ddysgyl and Clogwyn-du'r-Arddu and other names of neighboring peaks.

The pathway we are following is not so difficult as some, and we slowly and steadily make our way upward, hoping the clouds will not hide our view when we arrive at the summit. The ponies are hardy and the climb is not difficult for them. Between two and three hours are required for the ascent, and when we arrive at the end of our journey we are rejoiced because the day is clear. As soon as we have had our luncheon in one of the summit hotels, we set forth to see the wonderful view.

Below us, on Snowdon itself, we see great ridges and hollows in the sides of the mountain that remind us of waves. Far away, we behold the distant waters of the sea. To-day we can see even the Isle of Man. We gaze at the summits of the high hills all about us. Even the highest seem quite low as we look down upon them. There are many little lakes before us, their waters glistening in the sunlight. The guide declares that he can see the Wicklow Hills in southern Ireland, seventy miles distant. We accept his word, for we are not able to distinguish clouds from hilltops, so far away.

For two hours we walk about the wild summit of Snowdon, feasting our eyes on the rugged grandeur of the scene about us. The experience is one that we shall

never forget, and we understand now why Wales is so proud of this mountain, as well as of the range of which it is a part.

The descent of the mountain is more trying than our climb in the morning. When we arrive at our hotel in the valley, we are not long in retiring for the night's

rest.

We stop for a day only at Bettws-y-Coed (the "chapel

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in the woods"), the best loved spot in Wales, - at least artists, anglers, and summer visitors love it best. Here the cliffs and hills, the walks and roads, the trees and flowers, all add to the beauty of the deep valley. The porter of our hotel informs us that not far away the Welsh people are having a festival, in which some of the ancient Welsh customs are being celebrated. When we arrive at the place, we hear the singing of the national airs. The Welsh are especially fond of singing. The

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