The Baker's Wife They were now passing through a lovely country of hill and dale and rushing stream.

The hills were abrupt, with broken chasms for watercourses, and deep little valleys full of trees.

But now and then they came to a larger valley, with a fine river, whose level banks and the adjacent meadows were dotted all over with red and white kine, while on the fields above, that sloped a little to the foot of the hills, grew oats and barley and wheat, and on the sides of the hills themselves vines hung and chestnuts rose.
They came at last to a broad, beautiful river, up which they must go to arrive at the city of Gwyntystorm, where the king had his court.

As they went the valley narrowed, and then the river, but still it was wide enough for large boats.

After this, while the river kept its size, the banks narrowed, until there was only room for a road between the river and the great Cliffs that overhung it.