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         Walk to Festiniog.

pleased, and of the American ones she liked the best. Lilly & I sta[[strikethrough]]y[[/strikethrough]][[insertion]]i[[/insertion]]d at home, wrote in journal drew &c: Father and mother stayed to tea.

8th. Started to Ffestiniog at nine oclock. Not long after leaving Nant Nanmer, on the Old Ffestiniog road, we had a fine view of Snowdon and the mountains surrounding it which father & I mad a drawing of. We then went on a little way till we came to a spring at which we stopped and took dinner. We then went on for a while passing many grand and beautiful scenes, till we came to a very fine one of [[Bricht?]] which father drew. I sketched the view looking the other way towards Port Madoc. A little further on father also got a fine sketch looking towards Port Madoc. We then went on a long way until we came to the new Ffestiniog road, along which we did not go for before we came to some Gipsies encamped on the road side. We then continued our journey a long while, passing through Maentwrog, till we came to an old man who showed us a short cut to Ffestiniog. He had got his leg hurt in the mines, and wanted a few pence, without begging it, but we had no change so we promised to give him something the next day. We took the short cut up a long and steep hill, till we came to a spring at which we

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           Return from Festiniog.

rested, and quenched our thirst which was excessive. We then took another pull and reached the town, where we act about hunting the place where we had been directed to find lodgings, and soon found it, but they were full already, so we went over to the hotel. After tea we took a walk out into the chapel ground from which there is a very fine view which father drew.

9th. We set off home by a short cut through [[Baermarthan?]] and across the mountains. On the way we met a little girl of whom we inquired the way, but she got very much frightened at us and ran away screaming with [[strikethrough]]with[[/strikethrough]] terror, so seeing two men in a field we called to them and they put us on the right road. After climbing a high hill we came to the town of [[Baermarthan?]], where we got a drink of butter-milk which refreshed us for another climb to the top of an eminence, where we found a lake, at the foot of which was situated a mill for sawing and planeing slates; here we again had to inquire the way of a man who went some distance with us and showed us. From the head of the lake there was a fine view which father and I drew, then going up a very steep path we found ourselves

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