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shook the rain-drops from the birches like showers 

 of diamonds. 



All the climb-up was made pleasant with variety 

 of scene and the lively sight of game and wild birds. 

 On reaching the first tops the view is quite beautiful. 

 Eight down at our feet we could see the Lodge, 

 flagstaff, and offices, looking like a child's toys among 

 the hills, and, away to the south, the great loch, 

 and glimpses here and there of the course of the 

 river ; while, just beside us, a narrow, rugged corrie 

 runs up high on the rocky face of the steepest hill. 

 Down this corrie the red, swollen waters came 

 foaming and thundering over the rocky shelves, and, 

 a little above where we stood, formed a waterfall of 

 some eighty feet. 



High up this corrie Archie pointed out an inac- 

 cessible ledge, under which there is usually, every 

 year, a litter of foxes. This spring he shot the dog- 

 fox, and had not since seen the other; but he said 

 "They were so deevilish sly that he wouldna' wonder 

 if there micht be a vermin o' them in the hole." We 

 could, with the glass, see the entrance distinctly ; 

 but it would need a staff of Mont Cenis navvies to 

 break up that homestead. 



When we got over the sky-line, Archie led on to 



