IN THE VALLEY OF THE DWYFOR 219 



side back of the village, and stood upon a giant 

 rock jutting out from among its lesser fellows, 

 where, when a mere lad, Dr. W. practised preach- 

 ing to an audience made up of rocks and stones and 

 grazing sheep. The spot was of interest not only 

 because of the associations but for the extended 

 view that it afforded. We faced the village and 

 the valley, and saw the glistening waters of the sea 

 in the distance. Here and there a patch of woods 

 could be seen, but for the most part one beheld only 

 carefully cultivated and fruitful fields. The 

 Dwyfor is not a great river save in its quiet beauty. 



Are you built so that every stream of water, even 

 the output of the melting snow in the springtime, 

 seems to say "Fish!"? Whether fortunately or 

 unfortunately, the writer has never been able to 

 keep his imagination from capering about when in 

 the presence of lake or river. The shining Dwyfor 

 had an irresistible appeal, and our host was sub- 

 jected to cross-examination. 



" Are there any fish in the Dwyfor? " 



"Yes." 



"What kind?" 



" Trout." 



" Would I be permitted to fish it ? " 



" Yes, by taking out a license." 



" Have you any tackle ? " 



" Certainly, and you are more than welcome to 

 use it." 



The rod was heavier and stiffer than the Amer- 



