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and without the disagreeable feeling of being doubly- 

 overcharged because they are strangers. Neverthe- 

 less, with all this facility and comfort, but very few 

 strangers do come to see this magnificent scenery, 

 simply, I fancy, because it is little known and not 

 yet the fashion. Most visitors to the Highlands 

 drive straight from their home in England or 

 elsewhere to the ground which they have hired 

 for grouse-shooting or other sporting, and after a 

 certain number of weeks drive straight back again. 

 Very few travel here for the sake of seeing the wild 

 scenery of the north and north-west part of the 

 island, where there is little in the way of game to 

 tempt sportsmen. To me, however, it is the most 

 attractive part of Scotland; and the season I delight 

 in most is during the months of June and July, 

 when the sun scarcely dips below the horizon and 

 it is light during the whole night — light enough, 

 indeed, to read small print with ease without the 

 aid of candles or even of the moon. Backed by that 

 fine old-looking mountain Benmore of Assynt, the 

 inn at Inchnadamph has for its front view the beau- 

 tiful and extensive loch of Assynt, and one of the 

 finest mountains in the North, called by a name that 

 sounds like Coignaghin. To my English ears, how- 

 ever, the name was quite unattainable. This moun- 

 tain towards its summit forms a singularly-shaped 



