Chapter 23 FLOWER-GAZING IN EXCELSIS

I gazed, and gazed, but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought.

Wordsworth.

There is no more inspiring pastime than flower-gazing under the high crags of Snowdon. The love of flowers reveals a new and delightful aspect of the mountain life, and leads its votaries into steeps and wilds which, as they lie aloof from the usual