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" have a good time," as we say. I have no doubt that 

 a month of Pitlochrie air is highly beneficial for almost 

 any one. 



We walked to the falls of Tummel, and spent some 

 happy hours there. Cousin Eliza is up in Scotch songs, 

 and I start her every now and then. It has a charm of 

 its own to sit on the banks of the very stream, with 

 Athol near, and listen to the inquiry finely sung : 



" Cam ye by Athol, 

 Lad wi' the philibeg, 

 Down by the Tummel 

 And banks of the Garry ? " 



Through these very glens the mountaineers came 

 rushing, 



" And with the ocean's mighty swing 

 When heaving to the tempest's wing 

 They hurled them on the foe." 



There is a new meaning to the song when Davie 

 pours it forth in the glen itself : 



"Sweet the lavrock's note and lang, 

 Lilting wildly up the glen, 

 But aye to me it sings ae sang, 

 Will ye no come back again ? " 



What a chorus we gave him ! There are some days 

 in which we live more than twenty-four hours ; and 

 these days in Scottish glens count for more than a week 

 of ordinary life. We are in the region of gamekeepers 



