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us of the glory of the Western Highlands, en- 

 rich'd with grain, and the plenty of herbage. 

 Eat how the Highlander will vindicate Bowhi- 

 der and Lohabbar, with Reven in Badanoch, 

 that I know not ; for there they live like lairds, 

 and die like loons, hating to work, and no cre- 

 dit to borrow, they make depredations, so rob 

 their neighbours. But let not Kintire, like an 

 ignis fatu us, lead us out of the way, our stars 

 direct to Tippermore. 



Theoph. Why to Tippermore, is there any 

 thing remarkable there ? 



Arn. Yes, there's this remark as a monu- 

 ment, (fatal to the Covenanters) for here again 

 it was that Marquess Montross routed his coun- 

 try-men. But our next stage is to the town of 

 St Johnston's (very little different from those 

 imbellishments of Sterling ;) east from the town 

 lie those flourishing meadows they call the Ince, 

 where a citadel was erected and surrounded by 

 the navigable Tay, (that washes those sandy 

 banks and shores^ which no sooner mingles her 

 streams with Dundee, but she loseth her name 

 by espousing with the ocean. 



Theoph. Is this the river Tay, so much dis- 

 cours'd by the Highlanders ? 



Arn. They have reason to discourse it, for it 

 leads into the hills : Moreover, it supplies them, 

 as all the inhabitants hereabouts, with fresh fish, 



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