askedhimifheeverread。Hesaidhereadagreatdeal，especiallytheworksofHuwMorris，andthatreadingthemhadgivenhimaloveforthesightsofnature。Headdedthathisgreatestdelightwastocometotheplacewherehethenwasofanevening，andlookatthewatersandhills。Iaskedhimwhattradehewas。
\"ThetradeofJoseph，\"saidhe，smiling。\"Saer。\"\"Farewell，brother，\"saidI；\"Iamnotacarpenter，butlikeyouIreadtheworksofHuwMorrisandamoftheChurchofEngland。\"Ithenshookhimbythehandanddeparted。
Ipassedavillagewithastupendousmountainjustbehindittothenorth，whichIwastoldwascalledMoelVrithortheparty—colouredmoel。Iwasnowdrawingneartothewesternendofthevalley。
Sceneryofthewildestandmostpicturesquedescriptionwasrifeandplentifultoadegree：hillswerehere，hillswerethere；sometallandsharp，othershugeandhumpy；hillswereoneveryside；
onlyaslightopeningtothewestseemedtopresentitself。\"Whatavalley！\"Iexclaimed。ButonpassingthroughtheopeningIfoundmyselfinanother，wilderandstranger，ifpossible。Fulltothewestwasalonghillrisingupliketheroofofabarn，anenormousroundhillonitsnorth—eastside，andonitssouth—eastthetailoftherangewhichIhadlonghadonmyleft—thereweretreesandgrovesandrunningwaters，butallindeepshadow，fornightwasnowcloseathand。