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the small lakes of Doin and Voil. In the churchyard of Balquiddar is shown 

 the tombstone of the famous Rob Roy, who spent the last days of his life at 

 the upper end of Loch-Voil. His escape in crossing the river, as related in 

 the celebrated novel bearing his name, is said to have actually occurred, and in 

 the manner recorded. A party, headed by the duke of Montrose, having 

 succeeded in capturing him, he was fastened on the saddle behind Graham of 

 Gartnafuorach, who, unable to withstand the captive's remonstrances, slipped 

 the belt at a spot where the fragments of rock precluded the possibility of any 

 horseman being able to follow him. The arms on his tombstone are a fir crossed 

 by a sword, supporting a crown, denoting his relationship with the royal line 

 of Stuart. 



Lochearn Head, where there is an excellent inn, is a favourite resting-place 

 for tourists, and -the lake is surpassed by few in all the mingled characteristics of 

 Highland scenery. It is a " miniature and model of scenery which might 

 well occupy ten times its space." At this point, all its peculiar beauties appear 

 as if condensed into a space, so circumscribed, as to place them immediately 

 before the eye. Its mountains rise in majestic simplicity to the sky, terminating 

 in bold, and various, and rocky outlines, enriched with precipices and masses 

 of protruding rock, with chasms and ravines, and the channels of innumerable 

 torrents, which pour from above, and, as they descend, become skirted with trees 

 till they lose themselves in the waters of the lake. 



Loch-Tay, the next lake in our route, is about fifteen miles in length, by 

 one in breadth. Among the lofty chain of mountains by which it is encom- 

 passed on the north, Benlawers, the Colossus of Perthshire, presents an elevation 

 of more than four thousand feet. Killin, a small Highland village near the junc- 

 tion of the Lochy and Dochart, and embellished with two picturesque islets formed 

 by the river, is proverbial for its striking scenery. It is a perfect picture- 

 gallery of itself, says Dr. Macculloch,* since we cannot move three yards with- 

 out meeting a new landscape. In addition to its fame as an admirable station 

 for the artist, Killin is the reputed sepulchre of Fingal. 



On the north side of the plain are the picturesque ruins of Finlarig Castle, 

 an ancient seat of the Braidalbane family, overgrown with ivy, and crown- 

 ing a broad, low mound with an avenue of stately sycamores, leading into 

 the park. Immediately adjoining this ancient bcrqeau, is the family burying- 

 vault. 



Between Killin and Kenmore the scenery, throughout, is of a bold and 

 striking character ; and the tourist has the choice of two roads, skirting the 



* See his detailed account. 



