A RIDE OVER THE MOUNTAINS. 85 



took the longest, the wildest, and most rugged, over 

 the Eunant and Moel y gadfa mountains (I am not 

 sure about the names of my mountains), a ride which 

 made our hearts rejoice, for the air was delicious and 

 the scenery superb. I am sure there is nothing finer 

 in Wales than the grand view one gets of the vale of 

 Dinas Mawddwy from the junction road, on the top 

 of the pass of Bwlchygroes, where we halted to rest 

 our horses, and be refreshed ourselves from the 

 generous basket which Miss D. had thoughtfully 

 provided. 



Turning northwards at the junction, with our backs 

 on the beautiful valley, and frequently enjoying long 

 walks up the steep ascents, we, after many miles of 

 winding, downward ways, found ourselves at the 

 village of Llanuwchllyn. Here it was that we met 

 old Jenny Jones, who, in her youthful days, " when 

 George the Fourth was King," must have rivalled her 

 namesake of " The Vale of Llangollen " for grace and 

 beauty. She wore the national costume (now rapidly 

 disappearing) and stood a snap - shot from A. 's 

 " Kodak" with graceful dignity. 



On the roadside which runs along the beautiful lake 

 of Bala is a remarkable object called "The Trinity 

 Tree." Out of a stem of oak spring a mountain ash 

 and a birch tree, all three now in full foliage. 1 



1 REMARKABLE GROWTH ON OAK TREES. "A correspon- 

 dent writes to us from Viking es, Hardanger : ' In my rambles 

 through the woods I have been much struck with the luxuriance 

 of vegetation. The oak is not a common tree in this latitude in 

 Norway, but here are some really wonderful oaks. They must 

 be of very great age indeed, considering how slowly the oak 

 grows in Norway. We measured one of them and found it to 



