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a gillie urged the pack pony in front of him while leading 

 the one in harness, the other two gillies placing themselves 

 meanwhile at either side of the cart ready to lend a 

 shoulder to keep it upright, for as the track was of 

 the roughest and most uneven description, there was 

 a good chance of an upset at any moment. A ride 

 of eight miles brought us to the door of Corrour Lodge 

 just as daylight was failing, and the end of our thirty 

 miles of posting and jolting had come. Now as it 

 had been a splendidly fine day, the fatigues of our 

 twenty-four hours' (from Euston) journey were nothing 

 to speak of, although the same trip at the end of 

 September on a wet windy day, with darkness coming 

 two hours earlier, was quite another matter, and on 

 such occasions I never yet met anyone doing it for the 

 first time but what he had a good deal to tell about it on 

 his arrival at Corrour. This Lodge was then the highest 

 inhabited one in Scotland, as it stood just 1740 feet above 

 sea level. While the exterior was severely plain, the walls 

 were stout and thick, as they had need to be, for wind, 

 snow, and rain each battered against them with double 



