SI 2 NOttTTTEtlN MEMOIftS. 



ruinous castle that stands on the brow of a lofty 

 hill, and that they call Skelbo. These are all 

 the castles, and most eminent fabricks in South- 

 erland, to the best of my observation. 



The next thing we meet with is the Lough 

 Broroh, that spouts forth a river into the bowels 

 of the ocean. This Lough is deep, but not so 

 large as the Ness, (elevated in 59 degrees north 

 latitude) but very full of salmon ; and though 

 the river seems to have rapid streams, yet the 

 tides influence them every twelve hours. I men- 

 tion this Broroh, for no other purpose, than to 

 reflect on her plenty of salmon, where they bar- 

 rel up for France, and other parts annually, (as 

 reported) so much salmon as amounts to three 

 hundred pound sterling a year ; and the price of 

 a salmon (among themselves) seldom exceeds 

 one single denare. Where note the profits of this 

 contemptible Broroh, are farm'd by the inhabi- 

 tants inhabiting hereabouts, but the propriety 

 belongs to the Earl of Southerland. But Dor- 

 noch is all the corporations in Southerland, of 

 which justicium I have but little to say. 



Theoph. And where are we now ? 



Am. On terra firma, where should we be ? 

 and this is the town of Tayn in Ross, that equa- 

 lizeth Dornoch for beautiful buildings ; and as 

 exemplary as any place for justice, that never use 

 gibbet nor halter to hang a man, but sacks all 



