316 THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 
and brushwood rising a few yards away from the shore; then the 
rocky heights; and, lastly, the mountain tops, many of which rise 
3000 feet. Farther away, and nearer the Strait, is Carneydd 
Llewellyn, claimed by the guide-book, according to the latest 
survey, to be 9 feet higher than Snowdon. But Snowdon-has 
upon its summit an artificial cairn 15 feet high, and so it tops its 
ambitious rival by just 6 feet. Search we did, from the sea-level 
to cloudland, but we saw neither A. ashworthi nor A. contiguaria. 
In the belt of vegetation, and in quarries and rocky places, 
A. mcanaria was a common insect. It is fond of resting by day 
on the growths of ivy which climb up the rock-faces, and its neat 
little grey wings spread out like a fan upon a bright green leaf 
make a pretty picture. But if good insects are not to be had, the 
holiday-maker can find a world of enjoyment in the grand scenery 
of this delightful part of ‘‘ Wild Wales.” There is the Fairy Glen, 
with its waterfall, near Penmaenmaur. It lies hidden in a bosky 
wood just past the Dwygyfylchi Hotel, which hostelry the reader 
may glibly quote to the intending visitor as a place where every 
care 1s bestowed on man and beast. I took a fine specimen of 
Aplecta nebulosa off the little rustic wooden bridge just below the 
fall. It was quite as light coloured as the specimens I take at 
Tan-y-Bwlch, in Merionethshire. Whether at Penmaenmaur, or 
Llanfairfechan, or Aber, the only Acidaliide I met with were 
A. incanaria (common) and A. aversata. At Llanfairfechan 
Nudaria mundana was a common moth; the other species were 
such as are generally distributed. On the bare mountain tops 
there seemed to be a total absence of not only insect, but animal 
life. Even vegetation, with the exception of the short mountain- 
grass, almost as close and short as the pile of velvet, was reduced 
to the smallest limits. The few types included the beautiful 
stag’s-horn moss, creeping among the short grass; and by the 
mountain-springs, where the water is cold and pure, grew rare 
and curious forms of blossoming water-plants. Now and then a 
cloud enveloped us, and, passing away with the breeze, left a tiny 
sparkling drop on every grass-blade. It is best to wait till the 
cloud has passed, for there may be an ugly scaur near, at the 
bottom of which lies a silent, sullen, and desolate lake. 
For scenery of its kind, nothing can surpass a walk up the 
woody Aber Glen to the celebrated waterfall. Here the parsley 
fern grows luxuriantly. Skipping about on the short herbage I 
found numerous specimens of Crambus culmellus, all of which 
were very much smaller than the type. In short, the whole 
district, if properly worked and in favourable weather, would no 
doubt be very productive to the entomologist; but as my time 
was up, and the skies showed no signs of clearing, I left this 
beautiful neighbourhood on ‘the 19th, and with almost empty 
boxes. It was a memorable day of cold, and wind, and heavy 
rain. Of butterflies I had seen none, their only evidence . 
