186 WILD FLOWERS OF SCOTLAND 



hills, and not anywhere else, so far as I know, in 

 Britain. 



The sun climbs slowly down as I climb slowly 

 up. On the top I look round for that particular 

 summit, whose shape I partly know. And then I 

 go off in search of the patch of rose, whose charm 

 is certainly not any greater than that of the spirit 

 which once reflected it; which had brought to a 

 halt and gladdened one who was at once a sports- 

 man and a naturalist. 



Already are the shadows creeping up the eastern 

 slopes. It will be as easy to reach the next glen 

 as to trudge back to Clova. And the air of my 

 lodging for the night is likely to be fresher. 



