Beggars on horseback; a riding tour in North Wales (1895) (14779496361)

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Title: Beggars on horseback; a riding tour in North Wales
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Ross, Martin, 1862-1915 Somerville, E. . (Edith none), 1858-1949
Subjects: Wales, North -- Description and travel
Publisher: Edinburgh, London : W. Blackwood and sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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eg had I04 BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. been turned up when they were made—was anidle effort of memory. It was half an hour beforeour guide paused again ; the short cut, and wewith it, had climbed a moraine of boulders, andrejoined the orthodox path, and a rest came as anunlooked-for mercy. Ferry deep, said Griffith Roberts, leaving thepath and moving cautiously towards a low grassyrampart, behind which the mist steamed billow-ing up. We knelt with our elbows on the rampart, andsaw chaos heaped in grey vapour below—chaosstirred as if with a ladle, and weltering slow andmysterious in the perfect quiet of the air. As wewatched, some unseen force from below tore anupward opening through the mist, and our nervesdived tingling down it to where, at the bottom ofall things, a little leaden lake lay dead and sombre.The cliff on which we were kneeling ran witha tremendous horse-shoe curve right up to thehighest peak of Snowdon, a point darkly visiblein the greyness, and depressingly remote. Could
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The oSiCiit of Snowdon. BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 107 that infinitesimal dot be tlie hotel that had heldforty people the night before ? It was Miss OFlannigan who made the con-temptible suggestion that we should return toRhyddu and get particulars of the sunrise and theview from the landladys daughter. I repelled thesuggestion with appropriate spirit; but half an hourlater, when, with acute neuralgia in the musclesabove my knees, I was reduced to lifting eachleg in succession with my hands, I hardly daredto think of the horse-hair sofa in the parlour of theOuellyn Arms. As we dragged ourselves up atthe pace relentlessly demanded by Griffith Rob-erts, all sense of connection with the world belowwent from us. It was weeks since we had suppedat Rhyddu, years since the tourist shouted hisfinal warnings after us at Mahntooroch. We werein another planet, toiling up through some dim,endless purgatory to ever higher levels in themanner so trimly arranged by the newer Spirit-ualism— only that in



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