128 NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 



This small Mediterrane (as you are pleased to 

 call it) is surrounded with woods, mountains, 

 rockey, boggy, sandy, and miry earth ; and is 

 the greatest inland sea in Scotland; nor is it 

 parallel'd with any southward ; and all the north 

 inferiour to it ; excepting only the Lough called 

 Ness. Now from Loemon under the bray of 

 these lofty hills, we pass to the Kirk of Drum- 

 mon, that leads to Aberfoil ; a more remarkable 

 pass than that of Inchcallow, if designing to 

 make inroads into the bowels of the Highlands. 



Theoph. What place is this ? 



Arn. Beautiful Bohanan, besieged with bogs, 

 and barrocadoed with birch- trees ; the High- 

 landers landskip, and the Lowlanders prospect ; 

 whose boggy swamps incommode the traveller. 

 However, the natives in the winter-season, em- 

 ploy themselves only to recreate swine there, 

 because a people uncultivated in agriculture. 

 Where note, the accommodations of this soli- 

 tary country is so rarely understood by the na- 

 tives and inhabitants, that strangers for the most 

 part are left destitute of a report. 



Theoph. What other fabrick's that, distant 

 about a mile from Bohanan ? 



Arn. That's Kilmarnock, the only relique of 

 the Dukes of Lennox; a very strong stone 

 house, that stands most sweetly situated on the 



