“Let him boast of his fine fishing tackle, Of his lines and his casts and all that, Of his quills and his cluns let him cackle, Let him tie a cork band round his hat; The reward of his toil, do you ask it? While he grovels all day on his face, After all, when he reckons his basket, He must count all his spoils by the brace. “Leave the country of hedgerows and meadows, Where the yellow marsh-marigold grows, Where the oak and the elm cast their shadows, Bid adieu to the Land of the Rose. Come with me to the Land of the Thistle, Where the waters run rugged and fleet, To the hills where the wild curlews whistle, Where a man may stand up on his feet. “Come with me where the bright sunbeams flicker, Through the larches above on the brae, Where the streams by the boulder stones bicker, And wavelets around are at play. Throw your line straight across over yonder, Down, down let it gradually swing, By the swirl near the rock let it wander, And you’ll hook a trout fit for a king. “There he comes! now just hit him and hold him! Let him rage up and down through the pool! There are no wretched weeds to enfold him, He’s yours if you only keep cool. So you have him! Now try for his cousins, For his uncles and aunts and so forth. Never fear but you’ll get ’em by dozens, That’s the way that we fish in the North.” Aye! and in Wales also! The Precipice Walk is that which will probably be first taken by the visitor to Dolgelley, carried round Moel Cynwch, which rises to the height of 1,068 feet, and has on its lower head a prehistoric camp. The way from Dolgelley leads past Cymmer Abbey, that was founded by Llewelyn ab Iorwerth the Great, who died in 1240. [Illustration: THE TORRENT WALK, DOLGELLEY] [Illustration: MILL, TORRENT WALK, DULGELLEY] His son Gruffydd, a man of noble stature and majestic beauty, won the hearts of the men of Gwynedd, and he was preferred by them to his brother David, whose mother was English; and from the moment that the breath was out of the body of Llewelyn a fierce and sanguinary war broke out between the half-brothers. At length, by the interposition of the Bishop of Bangor, a meeting was arranged to take place between the rival princes, but David treacherously waylaid his brother, and his eldest son Owen, on their way to the appointed place of conference, and shut them up in the castle of Criccieth. The bishop, indignant with David for his treachery, hasted to King Henry and invoked his intervention. The King accordingly ordered David to release his prisoners, and when he refused to do so marched into North Wales. Senena, the wife of Gruffydd, met the King at Shrewsbury, and concluded a treaty with him, acting on behalf of her husband. Henry now marched into Gwynedd and brought David to his knees. He surrendered Gruffydd and Owen, but the King, violating his promises, sent both to the Tower of London.