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rest a while among a circle of huge stones, which 

 mark the grave of some doughty doer of yore, on[the 

 right side of the way. There are certain standard 

 landscapes which views of lesser note often bring 

 to mind. This one recalls the scene from a little 

 hill just outside Turin, much frequented by tourists. 

 Instead of Mont Rosa, there is the shapely dome 

 of Benledi; Stuc-ma-chrome takes the place of II 

 Gran Paradiso, which, as the Torinian vendor of bad 

 field-glasses never wearies of testifying, vous empeche 

 de voir le grand Mont Blanc ; and far to the west, in 

 place of the many crested Ligurian range, you have 

 the Argyllshire hills clustering behind the cloven 

 crest of Ben Lomond. But, instead of the level 

 Lombard champaign, rich in vines, wheat and maize, 

 the middle distance and foreground are made up of 

 shining oat-stubbles and vivid turnips, among belts 

 and clumps of wood, piebald with russet beech and 

 rifle-green firs. In truth, on this brilliant autumn 

 morning, with the Highland hills snow-clad half 

 way down their sides, and the sky barred with no 

 more than a few fleecy cloudlets, no Scotsman need 

 shrink from a comparison between the two lands. 



Two great buildings catch the eye one, a couple 

 of miles to the east, at the foot of the Ochil range, 



