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ing from that of several of the ladies, who could hardly 

 spare so much and still be as charming. 



We were stirring early this morning, in for a walk 

 across the moors, with the glorious hills surrounding us. 

 A grand walk it was too, and the echoes of the horn 

 from the coach overtaking us came all too soon upon 

 us. Looking back down the valley of Loch Ericht, 

 we had the ideal Highland view — mountains every, 

 where fading into blue in the distance, green to their 

 tops except when capped with snow, and bare, not a 

 tree nor a shrub to break their baldness, and the lake 

 lying peacefully among them at the foot of the vale, 

 These towering masses 



" Seem to stand to sentinel Enchanted Land." 



I am at a loss for any scenery elsewhere with which 

 to compare that of the Highlands. The bluish tinge 

 above, the rich purple tint below, the thick and thin 

 marled, cloudy slcy with its small rifts of clear blue, 

 through which alone the sun glints to relieve the dark 

 shadows by narrow dazzling lights — these give this 

 scenery a weird and solemn grandeur unknown else- 

 where; at least I have seen nothing like it. During my 

 strolls at night amid such scenes, I have always felt 

 nearer to the awful mysteries than ever before. The 

 glowering bare masses of mountain, the deep still lake 

 sleeping among them, the sough of the wind through 



