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mind this; so we marched onwards, reaching Cullender that 

 evening. Slow work this, on a September day, but one intensely 

 hot, and so we were fain to rest there for the evening. 



Our road, early next morning, lay along the banks of Loch 

 Venachar, abounding, as we were told, with fine brown trout ; 



but the lake belongs to somebody who now represents Rhoderick 

 Dhu in this quarter, and whose permission it is necessary to 

 have, in order to fish its waters. The scenery on its banks is 

 tame, the road without interest, save that doubtful notoriety 

 bestowed on it by the genius whose fame suffered so severely 

 by his unhappy poetry, if it deserve the name. We are ap- 



