ifty yards in length, by about
seventy in width. It is bounded on the east by a low ridge of rocks
forming a weir. The banks on both sides are high and precipitous, and
covered with trees, some of which shoot their arms for some way above the
face of the pool. This is said to be the deepest pool in the whole
course of the Dee, varying in depth from twenty to thirty feet. Enormous
pike, called in Welsh penhwiaid, or ducks-heads, from the similarity
which the head of a pike bears to that of a duck, are said to be tenants
of this pool.

We returned to the vicarage, and at about ten we all sat down to supper.
On the supper-table was a mighty pitcher full of foaming ale.

"There," said my excellent host, as he poured me out a glass, "there is a
glass of cwrw, which Evan Evans himself might have drunk."

One evening my wife, Henrietta, and myself, attended by John Jones, went
upon the Berwyn, a little to the east of the Geraint or Barber's Hill, to
botanize. Here we found a fern which John Jones called Coed llus y Bran,
or the plant of the Crow's berry. There was a hard kind of berry upon
it, of which he said the crows were exceedingly fond. We also discovered
two or three other strange plants, the Welsh names of which our guide
told us, and which were curious and descriptive enough. He took us home
by a romantic path which we had never before seen, and on our way pointed
out to us a small house in which he said he was born.

The day after, finding myself on the banks of the Dee in the upper part
of the valley, I determined to examine the Llam Lleidyr or Robber's Leap,
which I had heard spoken of on a former occasion. A man passing near me
with a cart I asked him where the Robber's Leap was. I spoke in English,
and with a shake of his head he replied "Dim Saesneg." On my putting the
question to him in Welsh, however, his countenance brightened up.

"Dyna Llam Lleidyr, sir!" said he, pointing to a very narrow part of the
stream a little way down.

"And did the thief take it from this side?" I demanded.

"Yes, sir, from this side," replied the man.

I thanked him, and passing over the dry part of the river's bed, came to
the Llam Lleidyr. The whole water of the Dee in the dry season gurgles
here through a passage not more than four feet across, which, however, is
evidently profoundly deep, as the water is as dark as pitch. If the
thief ever took the leap he must have taken it in the dry season, for in
the w