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bordered by hills and mountains on either side, 

 till on the larboard was seen Morrison's lonely 

 glen and meandering stream. We neared the 

 bay, sounded whistle, and lowered steam. A 

 few minutes more, and off went the Helen 

 McGregor, making head like a waddling duck 

 through the valley of golden^-i' waters. Hush ! 

 The mountain sylph is heard in the cabin. 

 Hush! by the powers, it's Phillips, warbling 

 the incantation of the wizard of the glen. 



" Farewell to the mountain, 

 And sun-lighted vale." 



O, shade of Wilson ! the soul of Scottish 

 song. Angler, may you rest in peace. On tlie 

 starboard was observed the " Falls of Fyres," 

 descending, perpendicularly, over a craggy 

 precipice — most curious. "Bonny Helen" 

 slid smoothly along, till, at the "heel of the 

 evening," we entered the last embankment 

 of Caledonia's Grand Canal, just where the 

 beautiful river Ness issues out of "that lake," 

 opening into a lovely and fertile valley, in the 



* There is a kind of slimy weed, of a yellow colour, 

 that is produced at the bottom of the lake, whicli causes 



tthat appearance, and is injurious to fly fishing in the 

 river. 



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