"No," said he, after a moment or two, "I have never read it.

I have seen it, but it was far too deep Welsh for me." "I have read it," said I.
"Are you a Welshman ?" said he.
"No," said I; "I am an Englishman." "And how is it," said he, "that you can read Welsh without being a Welshman ?" "I learned to do so," said I, "even as you learned to mow, without being bred up to farming work." "Ah!" said he, "but it is easier to learn to mow than to read the Bardd Cwsg." "I don't think that," said I; "I have taken up a scythe a hundred times but I cannot mow." "Will your honour take mine now, and try again ?" said he.
"No," said I, "for if I take your scythe in hand I must give you a shilling, you know, by mowers' law." He gave a broad grin, and I proceeded up the hill.

When he rejoined his companions he said something to them in Welsh, at which they all laughed.
I reached the top of the hill, the children still attending me.
The view over the vale is very beautiful; but on no side, except in the direction of the west, is it very extensive; Dinas Bran being on all other sides overtopped by other hills: in that direction, indeed, the view is extensive enough, reaching on a fine day even to the Wyddfa or peak of Snowdon, a distance of sixty miles, at least as some say, who perhaps ought to add to very good eyes, which mine are not.

The day that I made my first ascent of Dinas Bran was very clear, but I do not think I saw the Wyddfa then from the top of Dinas Bran.

It is true I might see it without knowing it, being utterly unacquainted with it, except by name; but I repeat I do not think I saw it, and I am quite sure that I did not see it from the top of Dinas Bran on a subsequent ascent, on a day equally clear, when if I had seen the Wyddfa I must have recognised it, having been at its top.