It was never professed that on these occasions we were doing other than
taking a holiday. If, together with mountain air and the scent of
heather, a boy drank in a love and understanding of Nature, and felt,
possibly for the first time, the inspiration of beauty, then probably
hours were never spent in a class-room to more profit than were these on
the slopes of Cader or Plinlimmon, or along the banks of Mowddy.
CHAPTER IX.--THE FIRST TERM: MAKING HISTORY.
"_Happy is the people which has no history_." _Stands this too among
the beatitudes_? _Surely this were a fit evangel only for sheep and
oxen_, _or for such human kine as covet the fat pastures rather than
the high places of existence_. _For whoso is ill-content to live long
and see good days_, _save he may also live much and see great days_,
_will not be so tamely gospelled_, _seeing that every past is mother
of a future_, _and that there is no history but is a prophecy as
well_.
In our late digression on the conditions and circumstances of our life at
Borth, we have somewhat anticipated the narrative of events.
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