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centre of which is a boat upset, an antiquity, 

 covered with motley trees. A few minutes 

 more and we were safely landed at the quay of 

 the fair and sweet metropolis of the ancient 

 Highlands, Inverness, seated on a hill above 

 the river. O, I sigh for the days that will 

 never return ! High and airy rock, I split 

 upon you twice, steering northwise fra' bonny 

 Dundee^ through the " Carse o' Gowrie," by 

 Laburnam, to famed Dunkeld, on Tay's noble 

 waters ; Blair Athol and Fore's Macbeth crossed 

 the source of Spay, through a waste and dreary 

 plain, with villages far apart, where ran those 

 weirdy thinly kilted lads to see the " four-in- 

 hand ;" up hill, down dale, and heathered moor 

 we steered, till at length we galloped towards 

 the glooming, by the graves of dark CuUoden's 

 blood-stained field — nearing the city, on went 

 the drag, and over a well macadamised road, 

 "knapped" by the hardy highland wight, we 

 hurried into Inverness. Alas ! this bronchial 

 asthma, that shuts me from that fishing. 

 Fond memory brings the light of other days 

 around me. 



