444 ON BOARD A STEAMER. [c HAJ>. x. 



** The morn, like siller glancin', 



They'll haul them han' to hau' ; 

 Syne dooii the water dancin', 

 Come hame wi' sixty cran." 



The passengers can see the Bell Eock lighthouse, and think of 

 the old legend of the pirate who took away the floating bell 

 that had been erected by a pious abbot on the Inchcape Eock 

 as a warning to mariners, and who was promptly punished for 

 his sin by being shipwrecked on the very rock from which he 

 had carried off the bell. After leaving Aberdeen, the Bullers 

 of Buchan are among the wonders of the shore, and the sea 

 soughs at times with mournful cadence in the great caverns 

 carved out by the waves on the precipitous coast, or it foams 

 and lashes with majestic fury, seeking to add to its dominions. 

 All the w T ay, till the Old Man of Wick is descried, guarding 

 the entrance of Pulteneytown harbour, there are ruined castles, 

 and ancient spires, and curious towers perched on high sea- 

 cliffs ; or there are frowning hills and screaming sea-birds to 

 add to the poetry of the scene. And along these storm-washed 

 coasts there are wonders of nature that show the strong arm 

 of the water, and mark out works that human ingenuity could 

 never have achieved. Loch Katrine and the Pass of Glencoe 

 have been the fashion ever since Sir Walter Scott made Scot- 

 land ; but there are other places besides these that are worth 

 visiting. 



The supposed scene of Sir Walter Scott's novel of The 

 Antiquary, on the coast of Forfarshire, presents a conjunction 

 of scenic and industrial features which commends it to notice. 

 At. Auchmithie, which is distant a few miles from Arbroath, 

 there is often some cause for excitement ; and a real storm or 

 a real drowning is something vastly different from the ship- 

 wreck in the drama of The Tempest, or the death of the Colleen 

 Bawn. The beetling cliffs barricading the sea from the land 

 may be traversed by the tourist to the music of the ever- 



