also is Nant y Gwytherin or Vortigern Valley, whither Vortigern is said to have fled from the anger of his subjects, and there he and his castle were destroyed by lightning. At Tre'r Ceiri, a little to the north, there are still to be seen the remains of a huge stone wall right across the valley from one mountain to the other, as well as of an ancient British fortress. At Cam Gnwch, a little to the south of the place, there are the remains of an old watchtower. The next place of historical interest to which we come is Clynnog, where there is a very fine cruciform church, among the monuments in which is one to George Twisselton, a colonel in the army of Cromwell. There is a tradition that St. Beuno established a monastery here, and it is fairly certain that one was established about the year 600. In the old chapel of St. Beuno is the tomb of the saint himself. Near the town is a 'cromlech,' on the top stone of which are a number of small holes, which were probably used in ancient times in some way or other for purposes of augury and divination. About two miles to the north of this 'cromlech' is Craig-y-Dinas, the site of an old camp, sur- rounded by a wall. The remains of the wall, as well as of the old tower in the middle are still to be seen on the top of the hill. Proceeding northwards we come to Dinas Dinlle, a vast hill of gravel and sand on the sea- coast. The top of the hill is encircled by a ram- part and a deep ditch. Within the rampart are the remains of old buildings, probably an ancient Roman camp. Several ancient Roman coins have indeed been dug up here. To the east of Dinas Dinlle is Glynllifon Castle. Here dwelt Cilmin -Froed-du, nephew of Merfyn Frych, Prince of Wales, who was slain in A.D. 841. Thus we have visited the places of historical interest in Lleyn, and we see that Lleyn is cele- brated in history from the earliest times right down to the present day. FOLKLORE AND TRADITIONS. Lleyn, as we have seen, is a place "famed in story," but it is even more famed in folklore and tradition. Let us follow the, same plan as we did with the places of historical interest and examine some of the fables and legends of the peninsula. Perhaps the first really interesting one is to be found at Criccieth. Here there is a cave called the Black Rock into which some musicians are said to have strayed long ago, but when they tried to retrace their steps they found that they had lost their way, and they are said to be still in the cave now. On certain nights they play and the music is heard far and wide by the people living in the district. We continue our journey westward and soon come to Llanbedrog, where we find a curious tradition. There is a well there about which a very interesting story is told. In the olden days, if anyone had lost anything and suspected that it had been stolen, they used to kneel down by the well, uttering the names of the persons whom they suspected, at the same time throwing a piece of bread into the water. If the bread sank the person just named was the thief, if it floated until it gradually broke into pieces the thief would not be discovered. It is said that some of the super. stitious old country folk still adhere to this practice. Another famous well is Eglwys Fair Well, on the mainland just opposite Bardsey Island. The story goes that there was a very beautiful woman who had a very great desire to obtain a certain wish. After sunset one evening a strange lady visited her and told her that she would obtain her wish if she went to the well, filled her mouth with water and afterwards went once around the church without spilling a drop. This is still a common practice to-day, people fondly hoping that by so doing they will obtain their wish. The whole peninsula is said to have been the home of smaller dragons and winged serpents. Not far from Eglwys Fair Well is Aberdaron, where it is said that a pack of hell-hounds once pursued a minister who had denounced all smug- glers as "children of the Devil." This happened several times, and the unfortunate clergyman at last consented never again to preach against smugglers. Practically every lake in Wales has some story or other connected with it, but there are two in Lleyn whose stories are very interesting indeed. The first is Llyn-had-y-Forwyn, or "The Lake of the Maiden's Cry." It is said that two lovers were once walking by the side of the lake, but the man was a deceiver, and he suddenly pushed the girl in. The lake was afterwards said to be haunted by the spirit of the murdered girl. Sometimes she was seen as a ball of fire rolling along the banks of Nant Collwyn; sometimes she rose out of the water, wildly waving her arms. Her groans and cries could be heard far away and people said she could afterwards be heard crying "Lost, lost!" The other lake is that of Glasfryn. In olden times there was a well where the lake is now, and this well, kept by a maiden named "Grassi," was called "Grace's Well." Over the well was a door, — presumablv a trapdoor- which Grassi used to open when people wanted water, and shut immediately afterwards. One day Grassi forgot to shut the door, and the water overflowed and formed a lake. For her carelessness Grassi was turned into a swan, and her ghost is still said to haunt Glasfryn House and Cal-Ladi. This little lake is now the home and breeding-place of countless swans. We have thus briefly glanced at the history, the folklore, and the traditions of Lleyn, and it remains for us to think of the men and women who have helped to make Lleyn famous, the "fair women and brave men," the knights and heroes bold, who have set Lleyn in an exalted position among the cantrefs of Wales. When we