“There, sir, if you look down you can see the source of the Rheidol.”
I looked down, and saw far below what appeared to be part of a small sheet of water.
“And that is the source of the Rheidol?” said I.
“Yes, sir,” said my guide; “that is the ffynnon of the Rheidol.”
“Well,” said I; “is there no getting to it?”
“Oh yes! but the path, sir, as you see, is rather steep and dangerous.”
“Never mind,” said I. “Let us try it.”
“Isn’t seeing the fountain sufficient for you, sir?”
“By no means,” said I. “It is not only necessary for me to see the sources of the rivers, but to drink of them, in order that in after times I may be able to harangue about them with a tone of confidence and authority.”
“Then follow me, sir; but please to take care, for this path is more fit for sheep or shepherds than gentlefolk.”