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I hurried along and soon reached a valley which abounded with trees and grass; I crossed a bridge over a brook, not what the old man had called the Dyfi, but the stream whose source I had seen high up the bwlch, and presently came to a place where the two waters joined. Just below the confluence on a fallen tree was seated a man decently dressed; his eyes were fixed on the rushing stream.
Rising on the south-eastern side of Plynlimmon, a group of three mountains elevated nearly twenty-five hundred feet, it is one of five rivers whose sources are almost in the same spot, but which flow in opposite directions the Llyffnant, Rheidol, Dyfi, Severn, and Wye.
Not without reason, therefore, do the inhabitants of Machynlleth consider the residence of such a man within their walls, though at a far by-gone period, as conferring a lustre on their town, and Lewis Meredith has probability on his side when, in his pretty poem on Glen Dyfi, he says: "Whilst fair Machynlleth decks thy quiet plain, Conjoined with it shall Lawdden's name remain."
It is situated in nearly the centre of the valley of the Dyfi, amidst pleasant green meadows, having to the north the river, from which, however, it is separated by a gentle hill. It possesses a stately church, parts of which are of considerable antiquity, and one or two good streets.
Mallwyd is to the south of Dinas the way to it is by a romantic gorge down which flows the Royal Dyfi. As I proceeded along this gorge the moon rising above Moel Vrith illumined my path. In about half-an-hour I found myself before the inn at Mallwyd. Inn at Mallwyd A Dialogue The Cumro.
WOMAN. Only since last May, sir! and we hope to get away by next, and return to our own country, where we shall have some one to speak to. MYSELF. Good-bye! WOMAN. Good-bye, sir, and thank you for your conversation; I haven't had such a treat of talk for many a weary day. The Vale of the Dyfi became wider and more beautiful as I advanced.
The village is overhung on the north by the mountains of the Arran range, from which it is separated by the murmuring Dyfi. To the south for many miles the country is not mountainous, but presents a pleasant variety of hill and dale. After leaving the village a little way behind me I turned round to take a last view of the wonderful region from which I had emerged on the previous evening.
The Deaf Man Funeral Procession The Lone Family The Welsh and their Secrets The Vale of the Dyfi The Bright Moon. A LITTLE way from Cemmaes I saw a respectable-looking old man like a little farmer, to whom I said: "How far to Machynlleth?" Looking at me in a piteous manner in the face he pointed to the side of his head, and said "Dim clywed."
I stopped and spoke to him. He had no English, but I found him a very sensible man. I talked to him about the source of the Dyfi. He said it was a disputed point which was the source. He himself was inclined to believe that it was the Pistyll up the bwlch. I asked him of what religion he was.
Leaving Machynlleth, I ascended a steep hill which rises to the south of it. From the top of this hill there is a fine view of the town, the river, and the whole valley of the Dyfi. After stopping for a few minutes to enjoy the prospect I went on. The road at first was exceedingly good, though up and down, and making frequent turnings.
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