“Efync?”
“Ah! No I do not tink there be efync dere. Hu Gadarn in de old time kill de efync dere and in all de lakes in Wales. He draw them out of the water with his ychain banog his humpty oxen, and when he get dem out he burn deir bodies on de fire, he good man for dat.”
“What do you call this allt?” said I, looking up to the high pinnacled hill on my right.
“I call that Tap Nyth yr Eryri.”
“Is not that the top nest of the eagles?”
“I believe it is. Ha, I see you understand Welsh.”
“A little,” said I; “are there eagles there now?”
“No, no eagle now.”
“Gone like avanc?”
“Yes, gone like avanc, but not so long. My father see eagle on Tap Nyth, but my father never see avanc in de llyn.”