90 BY MEADOW AND STREAM. 



The darkness of our way was here and there bril- 

 liantly lighted up by innumerable glow-worms shining 

 forth to attract their mates, and they really served as 

 lights to our feet and lamps to our path in the 

 deepening darkness. 



We reached Hotel Vyrnwy at eleven o'clock, our 

 single pair of horses having carried us over hill and 

 dale for more than forty miles, a most pleasant excur- 

 sion, which none of us will ever forget. 



Thursday, July 12th. A showery morning, with 

 alternate sunshine and a continuous cold wind. We 

 visited the trout breeding ponds which the late pro- 

 prietor of this hotel, Mr. Ward, has established up 

 yonder on the hill side. The young fry and yearlings 

 in the smaller ponds are in flourishing condition. 

 There is one small pond containing about 3, 500 year- 

 ling trout which presented a most lively appearance ; 

 they are exclusively of the good old Vyrnwy breed, 

 playful and frisky, taking the food thrown in to them, 

 and following the man in charge round the side with 

 the utmost apparent glee ; these are the sort of fish 

 that will know how to rise to the fly when they take 

 their turn next February to go out into the lake. 



In the larger pond and other tanks there are some 

 thousands of yearlings, two-year-olds, and smaller, 

 which will also go to increase the swarm in Lake 

 Vyrnwy. These native trout grow faster, and thrive 

 better, than the fish imported from Loch Leven. 

 Unfortunately, on account of their pluck, they are 

 the very fish that first get into trouble in the lake. 

 The keeper is of opinion that nearly all of them that 

 were put in a year ago have fallen victims to the rod 



