Some eels, shut up in moats and ponds, never escape—they become more or less “silver” and restless, but fail to get away. Others crawl up the banks in wet, warm weather, when the ponds are full to the brim, and over the meadows. They are found sometimes on their journey when they “... have to pass Through the dewy grass,” and so to the river, and on to the marriage feast in the deep sea. The fact is, that usually eels inhabit in large numbers the rivers and streams, and have no difficulty in getting down to the sea when they are adult. Those who, as young elvers, have wandered far off into sunken ponds and reservoirs, are eccentric spirits who have lost the normal way of life; like fellows of colleges in the old days, they have cut themselves off from the matrimonial “running down,” but they have compensations in quietude, abundant food, and a long life. We now know where the silver eels go when they run down the rivers. They go into the sea, of course; but we know more than that. It has now been discovered that they make their way for many miles along the sea-bottom—in some cases hundreds of miles—to no less a depth than 500 fathoms. In the Mediterranean they don’t have very far to go, for there is very deep water near the land, and Professor Grassi found evidence of their presence in the depths of the Straits of Messina. But the eels of the rivers which empty into the North Sea and English Channel have much farther to go; they have to go right out to the deep water of the Atlantic, off the west coast of Ireland. That is the nearest point where 500 fathoms can be touched; there is no such depth in the North Sea nor in the Channel. They never come back, and no one has ever yet tracked them on their journey to the deep water. Yet we know that they go there, and lay their eggs there, and that from these remote fastnesses a new generation of eels, born in “the dark unfathomed depths of ocean,” return every year in their millions as little “elvers” to the rivers from which their parents swam forth in silver wedding dress. Soon, we have reason to hope, by the use of suitable deep-sinking nets, we shall intercept, in the English Channel, some of the silver eels on their way to the Atlantic deeps. They must go in vast numbers, and yet no one has yet come across them. How, then, do we know that the silver eels ever go to this 500-fathom abysm? [Illustration: FIG. 6.—Young stages of the common eel, drawn of the natural size by Professor Grassi. A, The _Leptocephalus_, transparent stage. D, the elver, or young eel, which is coloured, and of much smaller size than the transparent, colourless creature by the change of which it is produced. It is the elver which swims in millions up our rivers. B and C are intermediate stages, showing the gradual change of A into D.]