1 64 THE MOOES AND THE MOUNTAINS. 



I was wounded in the Peninsula) will probably remain till 

 the end of my pilgrimage. After some supper, we went 

 to bed, I hope thankful for our mercies, which are great, 

 and, though not unacknowledged, yet seldom felt as they 

 ever ought to be. 



'•'Our yesterday's ride passes description; so I will let 

 it pass, merely remarking what you may have elsewhere 

 noticed, but which I never saw more magnificently exem- 

 plified than amid the wooded theatre of Killiecrankie, that 

 the fresh and verdurous foliage of the bursting spring is 

 preferable in such a scene to the matured and atmosl 

 arid leafery of summer. Here and there a group of shy 

 and reluctant-looking ash-trees shewed us that something 

 was yet to come; but the oaks, birches, and sycamores 

 were all beautiful exceedingly. We supped on our arrival 

 at Inverness, after ploutering up stairs, and sweeping the 

 dust out of our eyes, and blowing it out of our n< ises with 

 a pair of bellows. We find they do for that purpose far 

 better than pocket-handkerchiefs, and one pair is enough 

 for the whole party. 



" We have been very busy all morning getting our 

 horses and tackle fitted to each other. We have got a 

 stout pair of beasts for about thirty pounds ; and as we 

 shall only lose a few pounds in selling them afterwards, 

 we expect this plan will be cheaper than hiring — espe- 

 cially as we shall feed them in Sutherland chiefly at 



