222 THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 
Had it not been for our fine series of the one special insect, our 
captures would have been poor indeed in the region of Braemar. 
Monday, 9th.—Sent off our luggage and setting cases by 
coach, vid Dunkeld for Blair Athole, we taking a trap as far as 
Bynoch Lodge, and from that point walked through the wild and 
romantic Glen Tilt. The weather was fine for touring, not being 
too hot, with a fresh head-wind blowing. The first five miles, from 
Bynoch to head of the glen, the road or bridle-path was of the 
worst possible description, through heather, over loose rolling 
stones, more like the dried-up bed of a mountain burn than a 
path, and this made the journey very trying ; but when we entered 
the glen proper, it was a trifle better. The scenery was very 
striking, but wild and bare-looking ; numerous little burns, 
rushing down the mountain sides, like lines of silver glistening 
in the sun. Sazifraga azoides here grew in great profusion. 
The pretty blue Gentiana campestris was common, and by the 
Tilt-side we first met with Oxyria reniformis. 
Insect-life was by no means prolific; only Scopula alpinalis 
and Hmmelesia minorata were captured: the wind was too strong. 
As we neared Forest Lodge, about half-way through the glen, 
Nature began to wear a verdant garb. In place of the bare hill, 
or only scantily covered with stunted heather, &c., the glen 
looked beautifully green and fresh. Thousands of long-horned 
sheep were being collected for shearing, by kilted shepherds, 
aided by their clever colley dogs, together making a most beautiful 
picture. In a sheltered nook we found Hmmelesia albulata, but 
passé. A drink of milk at the Lodge was very acceptable, and 
Mr. McDonald showed us seven live foxes he had caught. The 
aroma from them was, to say the least, strong, and the poor 
caged brutes seemed very unhappy as they slunk about their 
stable. The road from Forest Lodge to Blair Athole was first- 
rate, so we trudged along briskly, and reached the hotel after a 
trying walk of nine hours. 
Tuesday, 20th. — Left Blair Athole vid Struan for Kinloch 
Rannoch, where we found capital quarters at Mrs. McDonald’s, 
Bun Rannoch Arms. As we came along we had a beautiful view 
of Schiehallion, it being fine and bright; but that was our only 
glimpse of it, as it changed to cloudy wet weather during our 
stay, entirely marring our hope of collecting, blowing half a 
gale most of the time. 
