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sented by these aerial effects of a perfectly fine evening, 

 and those of a cold monotonous or misty morning, such ay 

 I daresay prevails throughout a lengthened portion of the 

 year. 



" Saturday the 5 th was wet and blustry. We left the 

 cutter about three o'clock, and met Lord Dunmore and 

 his friend on shore at the head of the loch. We then 

 crossed together the narrow neck of land which separates 

 East from West Tarbet. On the shore of the latter we 

 found his lordship's gig, and a crew of six picked men, all 

 in uniform, with scarlet caps. In an hour and a half 

 they rowed us eight miles westward to where we now are, 

 a snug little sheltered mansion in a creek called Loch 

 Losevagh, with all comforts at command. I have got a 

 wee room, not much bigger than a state-room in a 

 steamer, and a larger one would have been too sudden a 

 transition from my crib on board the cutter/' 



TO SIE WILLIAM JARDINE, BAET. 



" Woodtille, 6th Nov. '43. 

 " I had a pleasant trip to the Western Isles, where, 

 that is in Harris, I found the best sea-trout nshino- I had 

 ever anywhere experienced. Sir Thomas Lauder and 

 myself killed 223 pound weight in a very few days, 

 almost all fine fish for sport, There was only one of 



