Salmon Fishing. 127 



The first glimpse I caught of this river I shall 

 not forget. Engaged in a pedestrian tour with 

 a friend, we slept at Machynlleth, intending on 

 the following day to try the Dovey with our 

 trout rods. In those days there was a lovely 

 stream of water called Dyer's run a short 

 distance above the present Tram-bridge, which 

 so enraptured me, that I fairly capered on the 

 bank with delight, when I came to it (I was 

 comparatively speaking but a youth then). So 

 capricious is the Dovey, that you can scarcely 

 count upon the streams continuing the same two 

 years together. All that now remains of Dyer's 

 run, is a bit of turbulent water, scarcely big 

 enough to hold a salmon even for a short time. 



On the day in question, I had passed up 

 beyond Craiggy Bwlth stream a glorious one 

 then, on the bank-side, and reached the long 

 deep pool of Glandwr. When I came nearly to 

 the top of the latter, just under the thorn-bush, 

 such a splash stirred the water, that I instantly 

 changed my stretcher for a larger and more 



