"But it was, sir, I do assure you, and the descendants of Madoc and
his people are still to be found in a part of America speaking the
pure iaith Cymraeg better Welsh than we of Wales do."

"That I doubt" said I. "However, the idea is a pretty one;
therefore cherish it. This is a beautiful country."

"A very beautiful country, sir; there is none more beautiful in all
Wales."

"What is the name of the river, which runs beneath the bridge?"

"The Ceiriog, sir."

"The Ceiriog," said I; "the Ceiriog!"

"Did you ever hear the name before, sir?"

"I have heard of the Eos Ceiriog," said I; "the Nightingale of
Ceiriog."

"That was Huw Morris, sir; he was called the Nightingale of
Ceiriog."

"Did he live hereabout?"

"Oh no, sir; he lived far away up towards the head of the valley,
at a place called Pont y Meibion."

"Are you acquainted with his works?" said I.