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unhindered way .< o'er muirs and mosses many, O," the pedestrians 

 turned on the left towards the old Edinburgh Road, which runs 

 ^ong Da^veen Pass, and which at this point enters upon Crawford 

 Muir Of the nnur the most and the best that can be said is that 

 It really xs a -"--a vast extent of flat, spongy, altogether tree- 

 les land on which there are pretty effects of brown and purple 

 and on the far-off- verge of which the Caledonian Railway runs ' 

 At Trolos House, which is now inhabited by a shepherd, a 

 pastoral repast of milk and cheese and scones was partaken of. 

 The house :s two-storey, built by a former proprietor who has left 

 behuKl him some memorials of personal eccentricity. The house 

 Itself IS one of them. It is bridged over a movmtain stream, which 

 murmurs a drowsy lullaby in dry seasons beneath it, and roars 

 with the voice of a cataract when the spate is on, and rock and other 

 mountain debr^s are tumbled along its steep and rugged channel- 

 On the opposite side of the road, in a small enclosure, where 

 the underlying Silurian crops above the surface, covered with a 

 scruff of lichen and moss, and the bleached and broken trunks of 

 a circle of Scotch pines that had wrestled in vain with the 

 violence of the wind and the winter in this high unsheltered 

 region project like a row of decayed and irregular teeth, there 

 IS a freestone monument, with four square panels, and a pyra- 

 midal top, terminating in a ball. On one of the panels there is 

 this inscription: "This tomb, erected by James M'Turk of 

 fetonehouse and John Forsyth of Troloss, Esqs., in 1815 " And 

 on another panel, partly broken : " . . . ies interred 



1/68, aged 34 years. Likewise Mrs Ann Johnston, his wife, who 

 died in 1/66, aged 34 years, and their three children Isobel 

 Catheren and James. Also, Jean Menzies, sister of the above 

 Adam She died 1763, aged 24 years, .^tas supervenit ^tat. 

 ut unda und^." The English of which is, "Age comes on age 

 as wave on wave," a sad reflection chastely worded. On this 

 lone but enjoyable spot Mr Menzies had built for himself and his 

 a nest, and made of the place a little world for him and them. 

 When the angel of death passed into their dwelling and robbed 

 them of their children, they seem to have clung to them still, and 

 to have desired to bury them near to their own home. This pro- 

 bably accounts for the tomb on the mound. 



A section of the party had remained at Dalveen Toll, where a 



