1 80 THE MOORS AND THE MOUNTAINS. 



of screws, or fresh-water shrimps, the beasts you may 

 sometimes see in your ewer of a morning. The day, 

 however, soon grew wet and windy, and I could not see 

 without my spectacles, and still less with them. Yet I 

 contrived to capture nine specimens of Carabus glabratus. 

 To-day we fished some other lochs, but not very success- 

 fully, except as to smallish trouts, which we now despise. 

 The ministers are beginning to be poured into the country 

 along with the rains ; to-day I found no less than three on 

 the moors, so we shall no doubt have sermon on Sabbath. 

 Now good-bye, for, as usual, I find that it is to-morrow 

 morning. I think you had better tell the gardener to try 

 a small sowing in patches of mignonette and sweet peas, 

 that we may have an autumnal crop. You know how I 

 love the autumn." 



" Inchnadamff, 29th June 1834. 



"My dear Daughter, — This is a beautiful Sunday 

 evening. All my friends have gone out to take a walk; 

 so J think I shall write you a letter. I am sitting up- 

 stairs at a little window, so small that I can scarcely get 

 my head and shoulders out of it ; but when I do take a 

 peep, there is a long bright lake stretching away to the 

 west for many miles, with high bare mountains on every 

 side. Ben More, the highest hill in Sutherland, is just 

 1 -eland the house. It is composed of what is called moun- 



