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by the Lyon, another very considerable river, which rises in a 

 lake of the same name far up among the hills on the north side 

 of Glen Lochay. 



Kenmore, which is just over the bridge on the right bank of 

 the Tay, is an assemblage of small white cottages, forming, with 

 its old-fashioned inn, two sides of a square. The upper side of 

 the square is bounded by the church and churchyard, and the 

 lower side by the wall and gateway to Taymouth Castle. About 

 half-a-dozen cottages and the Free Church are built on both sides 

 of the road to Aberfeldie : these, with the aforesaid square, con- 

 stitute the village of Kenmore. Every place here is an appen- 

 dage to the Marquis's lordly mansion. It is everything ; and 

 every one here is a retainer, a dependant, or a servant of the noble 

 owner. We ought to except the clergy, the schoolmaster, and 

 the innkeeper. The Marquis has the reputation of bearing his 

 honours gently. 



From Kenmore we walked along the park, under Drummond 

 Hill to Glen Goldie and Fortingal, the latter celebrated for an 

 immense yew-tree, -which, if entire, would have a circumference 

 of 56 feet, but only a portion of the circle remains, the deficient 

 parts being either decayed or existing in a fragmentary state. 

 The yew is still alive, though sadly mutilated, and is now likely 

 to survive many more generations of men, for it is protected by 

 an iron palisading to prevent future depredations. On this road, 

 about halfway between the bridge of Tay and the Glen Goldie 

 gate of the park, stands a cottage very much admired, it is said, 

 by Royalty when Royalty condescended to honour Taymouth with 

 its presence. Those who wish to peruse an account of this and 

 other celebrities of Taymouth should read Sir T. Dick Lander's 

 account of the royal progresses in Scotland. 



About three miles from Kenmore there is a ferry over the Lyon, 

 and at the end of the ferry-house there is an old castle or forta- 

 lice, all covered with ivy. The road winds round the base of the 

 hill, and leads along the right bank of the Lyon up to Fortingal. 

 In the middle of this Glen, before coming to the entrance of Glen 

 Lyon, stands Garth Castle, the residence of Col. Stewart, a gen- 

 tleman famed for his knowledge of Celtic history, manners, etc. 

 We found, opposite to this Highland mansion, a charming though 

 rather steep footpath over the hill to Kenmore. From the emi- 

 nence we had views of Ben Lawers, Schehallion, Glen Lyon, 



