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firmed by the ferry-woman, we remained for some hour?, 

 and had excellent sport. We then proceeded about nine 

 miles into the interior, bv the side of the lake as Ion:? as 

 it lasted, and up a lonely valley for two miles more, when 

 it was done. 



" A small hut, called Cashel Dim, was to be our place of 

 rendezvous, and there we joined the rest of the party to a 

 candle-light dinner, consisting of excellent mutton from 

 Mrs Scobie's, portable soup, trouts, and potatoes. In the 

 course of the evening, Mr John Scobie, who had been 

 from home during our visit, burst in upon us, like a kilted 

 Mercury in full Highland cost nine. He is a livery, kind- 

 hearted, strong-built Highlander, and expressed great re- 

 gret at what he called our speedy departure. He was for 

 returning home again that night, which was, in fact, equi- 

 valent to sleeping in the moor; but we insisted that he 

 should share our hay. We had here only one small room 

 for the whole party, and so, learning from Barry that in 

 the earlier part of the day had botanised up the valley, 

 and passed a shepherd's hut, where he was told he might 

 stay all night, we thought it advisable to divide a little, as 

 there was literally not room for us all upon the floor. 

 Therefore Barry and myself, with Captain Graham and the 

 kilted Scobie, though we had all had a hard day's w r ork, 

 set off in the dark towards twelve o'clock, in search of a 

 roosting place. After a few miles we came to the shep- 



