ON THE COAST OF ABB AN 89< 



Eosa. It is not a well-chosen day. The heat 

 is too great, the hills look low and their hue is 

 monotonous. We rest a long time by the 

 Shirag Burn, in a cool nook under the bridge, 

 where we can see the brown trout darting 

 among the stones. Then, the heat having 

 abated a little, we press forward by the mouth 

 of Glen Shirag, from which, looking east, there 

 is a fine view of the wide plain, covered with 

 grass and corn, and beyond that, the park, and 

 Brodick Castle, and the sea. From Shirag we 

 come to Glen Shant, where the principal feature 

 is the broad river flowing over white pebbles, 

 and the great precipice of slate which rises 

 above it to the height of eleven hundred feet. 

 Passing through Glen Shant, the entrance to 

 Glen Eos a is marked by the wild torrent the 

 Garbh-Alt which comes dashing down from 

 Ben-Ghnuis, and leaps at last into the Eosa 

 Burn, where it runs quietly between walls of 

 gray rock. Here my young companions turn 



