第11章

"Andwherewouldtheybesentto？"

"PerhapstoIreland，"wasmyanswer，whereuponhestartedupwithanotherMynDiawl，expressingthegreatestdreadofbeingsenttoIwerddon。

"Yououghttorejoiceinyourchanceofgoingthere，"saidI，"Iwerddonisabeautifulcountry，andaboundswithwhisky。"

"AndtheIrish？"saidhe。

"Hearty，jollyfellows，"saidI，"ifyouknowhowtomanagethem，andallgentlemen。"

Herehebecameveryviolent，sayingthatIdidnotspeaktruth，forthathehadseenplentyofIrishcampingamidstthehills，thatthemenwerehalfnakedandthewomenwerethreepartsso，andthattheycarriedtheirchildrenontheirbacks。HethensaidthathehopedsomebodywouldspeedilykillNicholas，inorderthatthewarmightbeatanendandhimselfnotsenttoIwerddon。HethenaskedifIthoughtCronstadtcouldbetaken。IsaidIbelieveditcould，providedtheheartsofthosewhoweresenttotakeitwereintherightplace。

"Wheredoyouthinktheheartsofthosearewhoaregoneagainstit？"saidhe—speakingwithgreatvehemence。

Imadenootheranswerthanbytakingmyglassanddrinking。

HiscompanionnowlookingatourhabilimentswhichwereinratheradrippingconditionaskedJohnJonesifwehadcomefromfar。

"WehavebeentoPontyMeibion，"saidJones，"toseethechairofHuwMorris，"addingthattheGwrBoneddigwasagreatadmirerofthesongsoftheEosCeiriog。

Hehadnosoonersaidthesewordsthantheintoxicatedmilitiamanstartedup，andstrikingthetablewithhisfistsaid："Iamapoorstone—cutter—thisisarainydayandIhavecomeheretopassitinthebestwayIcan。Iamsomewhatdrunk，butthoughI

amapoorstone—mason，aprivateinthemilitia，andnotsosoberasIshouldbe，IcanrepeatmoreofthesongsoftheEosthananymanalive，howevergreatagentleman，howeversober—morethanSirWatkin，morethanColonelBiddulphhimself。"

Hethenbegantorepeatwhatappearedtobepoetry，forIcoulddistinguishtherhymesoccasionally，thoughowingtohisbrokenutteranceitwasimpossibleformetomakeoutthesenseofthewords。FeelingagreatdesiretoknowwhatversesofHuwMorristheintoxicatedyouthwouldrepeat，Itookoutmypocket—bookandrequestedJones，whowasmuchbetteracquaintedwithWelshpronunciation，underanycircumstances，thanmyself，toendeavourtowritedownfromthemouthoftheyoungfellowanyversesuppermostinhismind。Jonestookthepocket—bookandpencilandwenttothewindow，followedbytheyoungmanscarcelyabletosupporthimself。Hereacuriousscenetookplace，thedrinkerhiccupingupverses，andJonesdottingthemdown，inthebestmannerhecould，thoughhehadevidentlygreatdifficultytodistinguishwhatwassaidtohim。Atlast，methought，theyoungmansaid—"Theretheyare，theversesoftheNightingale，onhisdeath—bed。"

ItookthebookandreadaloudthefollowinglinesbeautifullydescriptiveoftheeagernessofaChristiansoultoleaveitsperishingtabernacle，andgettoParadiseanditsCreator：—

"Myn’di’rwylarredeg，I’rbydaberyichwaneg，IBeradwys，yberwiwdeg，YnEnwDuwynuniondeg。"

"Doyouunderstandthoseverses？"saidthemanonthesettle，adarkswarthyfellowwithanobliquekindofvision，anddressedinapepper—and—saltcoat。

"Iwilltranslatethem，"saidI；andforthwithputthemintoEnglish—firstintoproseandthenintorhyme，therhymedversionrunningthus：—

"NowtomyrestIhurryaway，Totheworldwhichlastsforeverandaye，ToParadise，thebeautifulplace，TrustingaloneintheLordofGrace"—

"Well，"saidheofthepepper—and—salt，"ifthatisn’tcapitalI

don’tknowwhatis。"

Asceneinapublic—house，yes！butinaWelshpublic—house。OnlythinkofaSuffolktoperrepeatingthedeath—bedversesofapoet；

surelythereisaconsiderabledifferencebetweentheCeltandtheSaxon。

CHAPTERXXII

LlangollenFair—BuyersandSellers—TheJockey—TheGreekCap。

ONthetwenty—firstwasheldLlangollenFair。Thedaywasdullwithoccasionalshowers。Iwenttoseethefairaboutnoon。Itwasheldinandnearalittlesquareinthesouth—eastquarterofthetown，ofwhichsquarethepolice—stationistheprincipalfeatureonthesideofthewest，andaninn，bearingthesignoftheGrapes，ontheeast。Thefairwasalittlebustlingfair，attendedbyplentyofpeoplefromthecountry，andfromtheEnglishborder，andbysomewhoappearedtocomefromagreaterdistancethantheborder。Adenserowofcartsextendedfromthepolice—

stationhalfacrossthespace，thesecartswerefilledwithpigs，andhadstoutcord—nettingsdrawnoverthem，topreventtheanimalsescaping。Bythesidesofthesecartstheprincipalbusinessofthefairappearedtobegoingon—therestoodtheownersmaleandfemale，higglingwithLlangollenmenandwomen，whocametobuy。

Thepigswereallsmall，andthepricegivenseemedtovaryfromeighteentotwenty—fiveshillings。Thosewhoboughtpigsgenerallycarriedthemawayintheirarms；andthentherewasnolittlediversion；direwasthescreamingoftheporkers，yetthepurchaserinvariablyappearedtoknowhowtomanagehisbargain，keepingtheleftarmroundthebodyoftheswineandwiththerighthandfastgrippingtheear—somefewwereledawaybystrings。ThereweresomeWelshcattle，smallofcourse，andthepurchasersoftheseseemedtobeEnglishmen，tallburlyfellowsingeneral，farexceedingtheWelshinheightandsize。

Muchbusinessinthecattle—linedidnotseem，however，tobegoingon。Nowandthenabigfellowmadeanoffer，andheldouthishandforalittlePictishgraziertogiveitaslap—acattlebargainbeingconcludedbyaslapofthehand—buttheWelshmangenerallyturnedaway，withahalfresentfulexclamation。Therewereafewhorsesandponiesinthestreetleadingintothefairfromthesouth。

Isawnonesold，however。Atallathleticfigurewasstridingamongstthem，evidentlyajockeyandastranger，lookingatthemandoccasionallyaskingaslightquestionofoneoranotheroftheirproprietors，buthedidnotbuy。Hemightinagebeabouteight—and—twenty，andaboutsixfeetandthree—quartersofaninchinheight；inbuildhewasperfectionitself，abetterbuiltmanI

neversaw。Heworeacapandabrownjockeycoat，trowsers，leggingsandhigh—lows，andsportedasinglespur。Hehadwhiskers—alljockeysshouldhavewhiskers—buthehadwhatIdidnotlike，andwhatnogenuinejockeyshouldhave，amoustache，whichlookscoxcombicalandFrenchified—butmostthingshaveterriblychangedsinceIwasyoung。Threeorfourhardy—lookingfellows，policemen，wereglidingaboutintheirbluecoatsandleatherhats，holdingtheirthinwalking—sticksbehindthem；conspicuousamongstwhomwastheleader，atalllathyNorthBritonwithakeeneyeandhardfeatures。NowifIaddtherewasmuchgabblingofWelshroundabout，andhereandtheresomeslightsawingofEnglish—thatinthestreetleadingfromthenorththereweresomestallsofgingerbreadandatableatwhichaqueer—lookingbeingwitharedGreek—lookingcaponhishead，soldrhubarb，herbs，andphialscontainingtheLordknowswhat，andwhospokealowvulgarEnglishdialect—Irepeat，ifIaddthis，IthinkIhavesaidallthatisnecessaryaboutLlangollenFair。

CHAPTERXXIII

AnExpedition—PontyPandy—TheSabbath—Glendower’sMount—

BurialPlaceofOld—Corwen—TheDeepGlen—TheGrandmother—

TheRoadsideChapel。

IWASnowabouttoleaveLlangollen，forashorttime，andtosetoutonanexpeditiontoBangor，Snowdon，andoneortwoplacesinAnglesea。Ihaddeterminedtomakethejourneyonfoot，inorderthatImighthaveperfectlibertyofaction，andenjoythebestopportunitiesofseeingthecountry。MywifeanddaughterweretomeetmeatBangor，towhichplacetheywouldrepairbytherailroad，andfromwhich，afterseeingsomeofthemountaindistricts，theywouldreturntoLlangollenbythewaytheycame，whereIproposedtojointhem，returning，however，byadifferentwayfromtheoneIwent，thatImighttraversenewdistricts。

Abouteleveno’clockofabrilliantSundaymorningIleftLlangollen，afterreadingthemorning—serviceoftheChurchtomyfamily。IsetoutonaSundaybecauseIwasanxioustoobservethegeneraldemeanourofthepeople，intheinteriorofthecountry，ontheSabbath。

Idirectedmycoursetowardsthewest，totheheadofthevalley。

Mywifeanddaughterafterwalkingwithmeaboutamilebademefarewell，andreturned。QuickeningmypaceIsoonleftLlangollenvalleybehindmeandenteredanothervale，alongwhichtheroadwhichIwasfollowing，andwhichledtoCorwenandotherplaces，mightbeseenextendingformiles。Lumpyhillswerecloseuponmyleft，theDeerunningnoisilybetweensteepbanks，fringedwithtrees，wasonmyright；beyonditrosehillswhichformpartofthewalloftheValeofClwyd；theirtopsbare，buttheirsidespleasantlycolouredwithyellowcorn—fieldsandwoodsofdarkverdure。Aboutanhour’swalking，fromthetimewhenIenteredthevalley，broughtmetoabridgeoveragorge，downwhichwaterrantotheDee。Istoppedandlookedoverthesideofthebridgenearesttothehill。Ahugerockaboutfortyfeetlongbytwentybroad，occupiedtheentirebedofthegorge，justabovethebridge，withtheexceptionofalittlegullettotheright，downwhichbetweentherockandahighbank，onwhichstoodacottage，arunofwaterpurledandbrawled。Therocklookedexactlylikeahugewhalelyingonitsside，withitsbackturnedtowardstherunnel。

Aboveitwasaglenoftrees。AfterIhadbeengazingalittletimeamanmakinghisappearanceatthedoorofthecottagejustbeyondthebridgeIpassedon，anddrawingnightohim，afteraslightsalutation，askedhiminEnglishthenameofthebridge。

"Thenameofthebridge，sir，"saidtheman，inverygoodEnglish，"isPontyPandy。"

"Doesnotthatmeanthebridgeofthefullingmill？"

"Ibelieveitdoes，sir，"saidtheman。

"Isthereafullingmillnear？"

"No，sir，therewasonesometimeago，butitisnowasawingmill。"

Hereawoman，comingout，lookedatmesteadfastly。

"Isthatgentlewomanyourwife？"

"Sheisnogentlewoman，sir，butsheismywife。"

"Ofwhatreligionareyou？"

"WeareCalvinistic—Methodists，sir。"

"Haveyoubeentochapel？"

"Wearejustreturned，sir。"

Herethewomansaidsomethingtoherhusband，whichIdidnothear，butthepurportofwhichIguessedfromthefollowingquestionwhichheimmediatelyput。

"Haveyoubeentochapel，sir？"

"Idonotgotochapel；IbelongtotheChurch。"

"Haveyoubeentochurch，sir？"

"Ihavenot—Isaidmyprayersathome，andthenwalkedout。"

"ItisnotrighttowalkoutontheSabbath—day，excepttogotochurchorchapel。"

"Whotoldyouso？"

"ThelawofGod，whichsaysyoushallkeepholytheSabbath—day。"

"Iamnotkeepingitunholy。"

"Youarewalkingabout，andinWaleswhenweseeapersonwalkingidlyabout，ontheSabbath—day，weareinthehabitofsaying，Sabbath—breaker，whereareyougoing？"

"TheSonofManwalkedthroughthefieldsontheSabbath—day，whyshouldInotwalkalongtheroads？"

"HewhocalledHimselftheSonofManwasGodandcoulddowhatHepleased，butyouarenotGod。"

"ButHecameintheshapeofamantosetanexample。HadtherebeenanythingwronginwalkingaboutontheSabbath—day，Hewouldnothavedoneit。"

Herethewifeexclaimed，"Howworldly—wisetheseEnglishare！"

"YoudonotliketheEnglish，"saidI。

"Wedonotdislikethem，"saidthewoman；"atpresenttheydousnoharm，whatevertheydidofold。"

"Butyoustillconsiderthem，"saidI，"theseedofYSarfescadwynog，thecoilingserpent。"

"Ishouldbelothtocallanypeopletheseedoftheserpent，"saidthewoman。

"Butoneofyourgreatbardsdid，"saidI。

"HemusthavebelongedtotheChurch，andnottothechapelthen，"

saidthewoman。"Nopersonwhowenttochapelwouldhaveusedsuchbadwords。"

"Helived，"saidI，"beforepeoplewereseparatedintothoseoftheChurchandthechapel；didyoueverhearofTaliesinBenBeirdd？"

"Ineverdid，"saidthewoman。

"ButIhave，"saidtheman；"andofOwainGlendowertoo。"

"DopeopletalkmuchofOwenGlendowerintheseparts？"saidI。

"Plenty，"saidtheman，"andnowonder，forwhenhewasalivehewasmuchabouthere—somewayfartheronthereisamount，onthebankoftheDee，calledthemountofOwenGlendower，whereitissaidheusedtostandandlookoutafterhisenemies。"

"Isiteasytofind？"saidI。

"Veryeasy，"saidtheman，"itstandsrightupontheDeeandiscoveredwithtrees；thereisnomistakingit。"

Ibadethemanandhiswifefarewell，andproceededonmyway。

Afterwalkingaboutamile，IperceivedakindofelevationwhichansweredtothedescriptionofGlendower’smount，whichthemanbythebridgehadgivenme。Itstoodontherighthand，atsomedistancefromtheroad，acrossafield。AsIwasstandinglookingatitamancameupfromthedirectioninwhichImyselfhadcome。

Hewasamiddle—agedman，plainlybutdecentlydressed，andhadsomethingoftheappearanceofafarmer。

"Whathillmaythatbe？"saidIinEnglish，pointingtotheelevation。

"DimSaesneg，sir，"saidtheman，lookingrathersheepish，"DimgairoSaesneg。"

RathersurprisedthatapersonofhisappearanceshouldnothaveawordofEnglish，IrepeatedmyquestioninWelsh。

"Ah，youspeakCumraeg，sir；"saidthemanevidentlysurprisedthatapersonofmyEnglishappearanceshouldspeakWelsh。"Iamgladofit！Whathillisthat，youask—DynaMontOwainGlyndwr，sir。"

"Isiteasytogetto？"saidI。

"Quiteeasy，sir，"saidtheman。"IfyoupleaseIwillgowithyou。"

Ithankedhim，andopeningagateheconductedmeacrossthefieldtothemountoftheWelshhero。

ThemountofOwenGlendowerstandscloseuponthesouthernbankoftheDee，andisnearlycoveredwithtreesofvariouskinds。Itisaboutthirtyfeethighfromtheplain，andaboutthesamediameteratthetop。Adeepblackpooloftheriverwhichhererunsfarbeneaththesurfaceofthefield，purlsandtwistsunderthenorthernside，whichisverysteep，thoughseverallargeoaksspringoutofit。Thehillisevidentlytheworkofart，andappearedtometobesomeburying—placeofold。

"AndthisisthehillofOwainGlyndwr？"saidI。

"DymaMontOwainGlyndwr，sir，lleyroeddynsefylliedrychameielvnionyndyfodoGaerLleon。ThisisthehillofOwainGlendower，sir，wherehewasinthehabitofstandingtolookoutforhisenemiescomingfromChester。"

"Isupposeitwasnotcoveredwithtreesthen？"saidI。

"No，sir；ithasnotbeenlongplantedwithtrees。Theysay，however，thattheoakswhichhangovertheriverareveryold。"

"Dotheysaywhoraisedthishill？"

"SomesaythatGodraisedit，sir；othersthatOwainGlendowerraisedit。Whodoyouthinkraisedit？"

"Ibelievethatitwasraisedbyman，butnotbyOwenGlendower。

Hemayhavestooduponit，towatchforthecomingofhisenemies，butIbelieveitwasherelongbeforehistime，andthatitwasraisedoversomeolddeadkingbythepeoplewhomhehadgoverned。"

"Dotheyburykingsbythesideofrivers，sir？"

"Intheoldtimetheydid，andonthetopsofmountains；theyburnttheirbodiestoashes，placedtheminpotsandraisedheapsofearthorstonesoverthem。Heapslikethishavefrequentlybeenopened，andfoundtocontainpotswithashesandbones。"

"IwishallEnglishcouldspeakWelsh，sir。"

"Why？"

"BecausethenwepoorWelshwhocanspeaknoEnglishcouldlearnmuchwhichwedonotknow。"

Descendingthemonticlewewalkedalongtheroadtogether。AfteralittletimeIaskedmycompanionofwhatoccupationhewasandwherehelived。

"Iamasmallfarmer，sir，"saidhe，"andliveatLlansanfraidGlynDyfrdwyacrosstheriver。"

"Howcomesit，"saidI，"thatyoudonotknowEnglish？"

"WhenIwasyoung，"saidhe，"andcouldhaveeasilylearntit，I

carednothingaboutit，andnowthatIamoldandseeitsuse，itistoolatetoacquireit。"

"Ofwhatreligionareyou？"saidI。

"IamoftheChurch，"hereplied。

Iwasabouttoaskhimifthereweremanypeopleofhispersuasionintheseparts；before，however，Icoulddosoheturneddownaroadtotherightwhichledtowardsasmallbridge，andsayingthatwashiswayhome，bademefarewellanddeparted。

IarrivedatCorwenwhichisjusttenmilesfromLlangollenandwhichstandsbeneathavastrangeofrocksattheheadofthevalleyupwhichIhadbeencoming，andwhichiscalledGlyndyfrdwy，orthevalleyoftheDeewater。Itwasnowabouttwoo’clock，andfeelingratherthirstyIwenttoaninnveryappropriatelycalledtheOwenGlendower，beingtheprincipalinnintheprincipaltownofwhatwasoncethedomainofthegreatOwen。HereIstoppedforaboutanhourrefreshingmyselfandoccasionallylookingintoanewspaperinwhichwasanexcellentarticleonthecaseofpoorLieutenantP。IthenstartedforCerrig—y—Drudion，distantabouttenmiles，whereIproposedtopassthenight。Directingmycoursetothenorth—west，IcrossedabridgeovertheDeewaterandthenproceededrapidlyalongtheroad，whichforsomewaylaybetweencorn—fields，inmanyofwhichsheaveswerepiledup，showingthattheWelshharvestwasbegun。Isoonpassedoveralittlestream，thenameofwhichIwastoldwasAlowan。"Oh，whatablessingitistobeabletospeakWelsh！"saidI，findingthatnotapersontowhomIaddressedmyselfhadawordofEnglishtobestowuponme。

AfterwalkingforaboutfivemilesIcametoabeautifulbutwildcountryofmountainandwoodwithhereandthereafewcottages。

Theroadatlengthmakinganabruptturntothenorth，Ifoundmyselfwithalowstonewallonmyleft，onthevergeofaprofoundravine，andahighbankcoveredwithtreesonmyright。Projectingoutovertheravinewasakindoflookingplace，protectedbyawall，formingahalf—circle，doubtlessmadebytheproprietorofthedomainfortheuseoftheadmirersofscenery。ThereI

stationedmyself，andforsometimeenjoyedoneofthewildestandmostbeautifulscenesimaginable。Belowmewasthedeepnarrowglenorravine，downwhichamountaintorrentroaredandfoamed。

Beyonditwasamountainrisingsteeply，itsnearerside，whichwasindeepshade，thesunhavinglongsunkbelowitstop，hirsutewithallkindsoftrees，fromthehighestpinnacledowntothetorrent’sbrink。Cutonthetopsurfaceofthewall，whichwasofslate，andthereforeeasilyimpressiblebytheknife，wereseveralnames，doubtlessthoseoftourists，whohadgazedfromthelook—outontheprospect，amongstwhichIobservedinremarkablyboldlettersthatofT……

"Eagerforimmortality，MrT。，"saidI；"butyouarenoH。M。，noHuwMorris。"

LeavingthelookingplaceIproceeded，and，afteroneortwoturnings，cametoanother，whichaffordedaviewifpossibleyetmoregrand，beautifulandwild，themostprominentobjectsofwhichwereakindofdevil’sbridgeflungoverthedeepglenanditsfoamingwater，andastrange—lookinghillbeyondit，belowwhich，withawoodoneitherside，stoodawhitefarm—house—sendingfromatallchimneyathinmistyreekuptothesky。Icrossedthebridge，which，howeverdiabolicallyfantasticalitlookedatadistance，seemedwhenonewasuponit，capableofbearinganyweight，andsoonfoundmyselfbythefarm—housepastwhichthewayled。Anagedwomansatonastoolbythedoor。

"Afineevening，"saidIinEnglish。

"DimSaesneg；"saidtheagedwoman。

"Oh，theblessingofbeingabletospeakWelsh，"saidI；andthenrepeatedinthatlanguagewhatIhadsaidtoherintheothertongue。

"Idaresay，"saidtheagedwoman，"tothosewhocansee。"

"Canyounotsee？"

"Verylittle。Iamalmostblind。"

"Canyounotseeme？"

"Icanseesomethingtallanddarkbeforeme；thatisall。"

"Canyoutellmethenameofthebridge？"

"PontyGlynbin—thebridgeoftheglenoftrouble。"

"Andwhatisthenameofthisplace？"

"Penybont—theheadofthebridge。"

"Whatisyourownname？"

"CatherineHughes。"

"Howoldareyou？"

"Fifteenafterthreetwenties。"

"Ihaveamotherthreeafterfourtwenties；thatiseightyearsolderthanyourself。"

"Canshesee？"

"BetterthanI—shecanreadthesmallestletters。"

"Mayshelongbeacomforttoyou！"

"Thankyou—areyouthemistressofthehouse？"

"Iamthegrandmother。"

"Arethepeopleinthehouse？"

"Theyarenot—theyareatthechapel。"

"Andtheyleftyoualone？"

"TheyleftmewithmyGod。"

"Isthechapelfarfromhere？"

"Aboutamile。"

"OntheroadtoCerrigyDrudion？"

"OntheroadtoCerrigyDrudion。"

Ibadeherfarewell，andpushedon—theroadwasgood，withhighrockybanksoneachside。Afterwalkingaboutthedistanceindicatedbytheoldlady，Ireachedabuilding，whichstoodontheright—handsideoftheroad，andwhichIhadnodoubtwasthechapel，fromahalf—groaning，half—singingnoisewhichproceededfromit。Thedoorbeingopen，Ientered，andstoodjustwithinit，bare—headed。Arathersingularscenepresenteditself。Withinalargedimly—lightedroom，anumberofpeoplewereassembled，partlyseatedinrudepews，andpartlyonbenches。Beneathakindofaltar，afewyardsfromthedoor，stoodthreemen—themiddlemostwasprayinginWelshinasingularkindofchant，withhisarmsstretchedout。Icoulddistinguishthewords，"Jesusdescendamongus！sweetJesusdescendamongus—quickly。"Hespokeveryslowly，andtowardstheendofeverysentencedroppedhisvoice，sothatwhathesaidwasanythingbutdistinct。AsIstoodwithinthedoor，amandressedincoarsegarmentscameuptomefromtheinteriorofthebuilding，andcourteously，andinexcellentWelsh，askedmetocomewithhimandtakeaseat。Withequalcourtesy，butfarinferiorWelsh，IassuredhimthatImeantnoharm，butwishedtobepermittedtoremainnearthedoor，whereuponwithalowbowheleftme。Whenthemanhadconcludedhisprayer，thewholeofthecongregationbegansingingahymn，manyofthevoicesweregruffanddiscordant，twoorthree，however，wereofgreatpower，andsomeofthefemaleonesofsurprisingsweetness。Attheconclusionofthehymn，anotherofthethreemenbythealtarbegantopray，justinthesamemannerashiscomradehaddone，andseeminglyusingmuchthesamewords。Whenhehaddone，therewasanotherhymn，afterwhich，seeingthatthecongregationwasabouttobreakup，Ibowedmyheadtowardstheinteriorofthebuilding，anddeparted。

Emergingfromthehollowway，Ifoundmyselfonamoor，overwhichtheroadlayinthedirectionofthenorth。Towardsthewest，atanimmensedistance，rosearangeofstupendoushills，whichI

subsequentlylearnedwerethoseofSnowdon—abouttenminutes’

walkingbroughtmetoCerrigyDrudion，asmallvillageneararockyelevation，fromwhich，nodoubt，theplacetakesitsname，whichinterpreted，istheRockofHeroes。