146 BIRD BIOGRAPHIES 



I run oft to the mountains of wild Wales 

 and in a delightful little inn, surroundee 

 with hills and tumbling streams, I hav< 

 spent some of my happiest days. 



Let us follow the stream up to th< 

 hills. As we wander along, climbing 

 over rough boulders and going carefulb 

 over marshy ground, the stream get: 

 quickly smaller, and before we have gon< 

 three miles it is not a yard wide, anc 

 not very much farther on, amongst ; 

 tract of rushes and coarse mountair 

 grass, is its source. But the Dipper i: 

 not up here ; we must go to where th< 

 water falls over the rocks, and run: 

 tossing and tumbling over stones, or t( 

 where it rushes through deep gullies, anc 

 there we are sure to find him. On thii 

 stream there are several pairs, but the] 

 keep to their own stretches of river. On< 

 nest was actually underneath the falling 

 water of a fall about ten feet high, anc 

 the birds when they went to their nes 



