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Walk to Tremadoc.

30th. Was a fine day, so we got every thing ready and set off for Tre Madoc[[strikethrough]]k[[/strikethrough]]. On the first part of the way we passed many beautiful and delicate effects with the mountains and old low cottages covered with, moss, fern, grass and quantities of other small plants Sometimes we would pass rivers and springs we also passed a fine building in a little vale which was built by Mrs Jackson. The road by which we went not being the main public one was very picturesque for it was just wide enough for a horse and cart. We saw the gable of a very old house appearing from among the trees, it struck us as being a remarkably romantic situation and we afterwords learned that it was occupied by several of the most distinguished Welsh bards. After going on a while we came to quite a large farm house with a large barn the nearest approach to an American one that we had seen since our arrival in Wales, we heard that this place also belonged to a bard. We then went on until we came to a large level tract of country that had been recovered from the sea by a Mr. Mad[[strikethrough]]d[[/strikethrough]]oc. Looking back we had a fine view of Moelwyn of Cnicht.  the latter had got so foreshortened, that it had become one high peak. Father stopped and drew these & when he was done we set off again but did not go far before we came to a 

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Tremadoc.

little river, over which there was a very small bridge made of logs, only about nine inches wide, with a hand railing which was very loose, and as the whole was pretty rotten, we crossed with some caution. (Here there is an omission in the journal.)

July 31st. Was dull, father & I walked toward Port Madoc to draw the mountains, but the tops were perfectly obscured by a heavy bank of clouds, which father drew they having a fine profile, it soon commenced to rain though so we came home as fast as possible, where arriving we thought of putting off to Llyn Dee, but seeing that the rain only came on harder & harder we thought it better to stay. So father got some books out of the young musician's library and read. Mother began to write in her journal but fell asleep. I drew part of the plaza of the town out of the door, wrote at journal, & Lilly amused herself by making a drawing of a lady and presenting it to a little girl the granddaughter of Mrs. Owen our landlady. In the evening we amused ourselves looking at them clean the well, or rather spring, which is situated at one corner of the square. This operation had not been performed for six or seven years before, so all the