130 NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 



Distant from Calvin about some two miles 

 eastward, stands dull Dunkeeth, upon the head 

 of a slaty rivulet, that's replenished with eel, and 

 plenty of small trout : but more southward yet 

 is craggy Cragbarnoch : from whence north and 

 by east we discover the ruinous battlements and 

 unpolished turrets of sooty Glorret. It's true, 

 the natives call it a castle, but I fancy the name 

 of a house would have served as well : near to 

 which place glides the glittering Kaldar ; a large 

 and spacious rapid river, accommodated both 

 with trout and salmon : but the access lies too 

 open, more especially amongst her pleasant gli- 

 ding streams, where the angler, if lord of his 

 exercise, may expect incredible entertainments : 

 whose foundations are laid in gravelly sand, and 

 interchangably mix'd with shining stones that 

 look not unlike to golden granulaes : but were 

 they such, I should fancy Tagus but a toy to it. 

 Because to imprint in the angler's memory those 

 remarkable characters of shining rocks, glitter- 

 ing sands, and falls of water, which 'tis morally 

 impossible he should ever forget. 



Not far from this dingy Castle of Glorret, 

 stands delectable Kilsieth ; in whose martial 

 fields Marquess Montross defeated his country- 

 men. North-west from thence we must top 

 those burdened mountains of Compsy, whose 

 weeping rocks moisten the air, representing the 



