4O MEMOIR OF GEORGE WILSON. CHAP. II. 



rugged thing, only, every now and then, I saw the party 

 which had passed up the loch, moving with ponies. I 

 should have been very glad to have made up to them, 

 and should certainly have treated myself to a pony's 

 back had I reached them. At last, jaded and exhausted, 

 I arrived at the small clachan of Inversnaid. After 

 resting, I took off my collar and washed my face and 

 hands in the cooling waters of Lochlomond, along whose 

 surface I very speedily was moving in a comfortable little 

 steamer. I was much too weary to enjoy it as I should 

 have done, had I been refreshed ; but it is truly a magnifi- 

 cent (that's the word) loch, especially at the west end, 

 where I was greatly delighted with the fairy-like appearance 

 of the scattered islands. We make a work about our 

 Arthur Seat and Calton Hill, and our Duddingston and 

 Lochend, the market here is quite glutted with them. 

 You might tumble Ben-Ledi or Ben-Lomond and fill up 

 half a dozen lochs, and the only effect would be to bring 

 into view twice as many more of hills, lochs, straths, 

 gulleys, peaks, and I know not what. I am just going off 

 to Dunoon ; and with the kindest love to all, I am, your 

 affectionate son, 



" GEORGE." 



