It goes to feed the
rich Saxons in Caer Ludd."
We reached the top of the elevation.
"Yonder," said my guide, pointing to a white bare place a great way
off to the west, "is Bala road."
"Then I will not trouble you to go any further," said I; "I can
find my way thither."
"No, you could not," said my guide; "if you were to make straight
for that place you would perhaps fall down a steep, or sink into a
peat hole up to your middle, or lose your way and never find the
road, for you would soon lose sight of that place. Follow me, and
I will lead you into a part of the road more to the left, and then
you can find your way easily enough to that bare place, and from
thence to Bala." Thereupon he moved in a southerly direction down
the steep and I followed him. In about twenty minutes we came to
the road.
"Now," said my guide, "you are on the road; bear to the right and
you cannot miss the way to Bala."
"How far is it to Bala?" said I.
"About twelve miles," he replied.
I gave him a trifle, asking at the same time if it was sufficient.
"Too much by one-half," he replied; "many, many thanks." He then
shook me by the hand, and accompanied by his dogs departed, not
back over the moor, but in a southerly direction down the road.
