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seen to be bordered by a mixed but most effective plantation of 
elms, oaks, limes, horse-chestnuts, purple beeches, and ash trees, 
of about sixty years’ growth, whose thick canopy of closely- 
set branches, meeting and intertwining with each other high 
overhead, formed a delightfully shaded arcade through which 
the drive runs, and most effectually shelters it from the fierce 
northern blast. On nearing the mansion, the Bin Hill, over 
1000 feet high, came into view, its tree-covered slopes with rich 
tints of foliage, rising up from the low-lying woodlands to the 
summit of the hill, and forming as magnificent a piece of landscape 
as could be desired. Cullen House is an imposing castellated 
structure, founded in 1515, but much enlarged within recent 
years. It has, however, been all built in one style of architecture, 
and is most luxuriously furnished. It is picturesquely situated 
on a high crag overhanging a deep ravine, along the rocky bed 
of which flows the historical Cullen Burn, and commands a fine 
view of the sea and surrounding country. 
Cullen Glen was crossed immediately to the west of the mansion, 
by the fine bridge built in 1744 at a cost of £800, by James, 
fifth Earl of Findlayter, and his lady, Sophia Hope. It has a 
handsome span of 84 feet, and a height to the roadway of 
64 feet, from which a beautiful view was obtained down the rich 
valley. Proceeding, the route bore to the left and followed the 
course of the Cullen Burn up the deep ravine, with its thickly 
tree-clad banks, through an extensive woodland of very old and 
large trees, including notable specimens of beech, lime, larch, 
birch, Scots pine, spruce, and silver fir, many of the last with 
giant boles towering to an immense height. The very pretty 
flower-garden was noticed on the left, and the pinetum was also 
seen, on the right, but the inspection of them both was left till 
the return journey. Crossing the Cullen Burn by a handsome 
iron bridge, a stately ash of large dimensions was pointed out 
a short distance beyond on the left as we passed, and said to 
be 200 years old. 
Passing out by the Lintmill Gate, and proceeding a short 
distance along a well-kept drive, the model village of Lintmill is 
soon reached. Here the workmen on the estate have their 
dwellings. In honour of the visit the village was profusely 
decorated with flags and evergreens. A very hearty welcome 
was tendered by the inhabitants, young and old, who turned out 
en masse as the cavalcade drove slowly through the exceedingly 
