Before I give up this
slot there ain't a path, nor a hill, nor a rock, nor a valley, nor a
precipuss as won't feel my fut. Come! set to.'
I took the Gypsy's advice, made as hearty a breakfast as I could, and
we left Llanberis in the light of morning. It was not till we had
reached and passed a place called Gwastadnant Gate that the path
along which we went became really wild and difficult. The Gypsy
seemed to know every inch of the country.
We reached a beautiful lake, where Sinfi stopped, and I began to
question her as to what was to be our route.
'Winnie know'd,' said she, 'some Welsh folk as fish in this 'ere
lake. She might ha' called 'em to mind, poor thing, and come off
here. I'm a-goin' to ask about her.'
Sinfi's inquiries here--her inquiries everywhere that day--ended in
nothing but blank and cruel disappointment.
Remembering that Winifred's very earliest childhood was passed near
Carnarvon, I proposed to the Gypsy that we should go thither at once.
After sleeping again at Llanberis, we went to Carnarvon, but soon
returned to the other side of Snowdon, for at Carnarvon we could find
no trace of her.
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