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on Monday morning, and, with the crescent moon for my only 

 light, journeyed along, singing and musing and meditating. In 

 an hour the first slant rays of the sun began to peep above the 

 horizon, and I had the pleasure of seeing his illustrious majesty 

 the sun rise in all his glory, no small pleasure to me, who can- 

 not recollect to have ever seen him before in similar circum- 

 stances. I arrived, after a most delightful walk, at the head of 

 Loch Katrine, nothing doubting that I should find a boat ready 

 to receive me, and waft me along the lake, but although boats 

 and oars lay about in abundance, there was no appearance of 

 rowers. Imagining that the boat had already gone, although I 

 was quite in time, I walked along the banks of the lake, hoping 

 to make up to them if passed, and to be taken up if they came 

 after. As it afterwards appeared, they sailed after me, and I 

 saw them slowly sailing up the loch, but though I halloed and 

 shouted, and waved my handkerchief, they either would not or 

 could not hear me, and I had to tramp on along the sides, which 

 as they form every here and there wide bays, make the land 

 journey much longer than the way by water. I pushed on, 

 however, at a rapid pace, keeping almost up to them, till I came 

 to the last two miles, where I lost my way and wandered in a 

 wood. Skirting the waters, having 110 notion at the time that I 

 was wrong, I pushed on, though I saw no road, and after a very 

 perplexing, weary journey, now clambering over rocks, now 

 climbing over walls, now creeping through rough hedges and 

 palings, often uncertain which was the right path, but, contriving 

 to fall in with the footpath, without very much difficulty, I at 

 last threaded niy way, wearied out and exhausted, to the ferry- 

 man's house, for the road runs along the east side of the loch, 

 and you must cross to gain Lochlomond. Here I earnestly 

 craved a drink of butter-milk, but the woman had none. She at 

 once, however, sent out her pretty little girl to get water at my 

 request, but, meanwhile, milked her cows, and brought me a 

 bowl half full of milk and warm water, which I most greedily 

 drank, and was thereby greatly refreshed ; in truth, it was no 

 doubt the best thing I could have taken ; and when, in answer 

 to some inquisitive questions of her fine manly husband, I said I 

 was a surgeon, she so simply said, ' And to think that I should 



