The path was very steep and stony; the glen with its trees and darkness on our right.

We proceeded some way.

At length John Jones pointed to a hollow lane on our right, seemingly leading into the glen.
"That place, sir," said he, "is called Pant y Gwyddel--the Irishman's dingle, and sometimes Pant Paddy, from the Irish being fond of taking up their quarters there.

It was just here, at the entrance of the pant, that the tribe were encamped, when I passed two months ago at night, in returning from the other side of the hill with ten shillings in my pocket, which I had been paid for a piece of my work, which I had carried over the mountain to the very place where I am now carrying this.

I shall never forget the fright I was in, both on account of my life, and my ten shillings.