34 TOUR IN SUTHERLAND, CII. Ill, 



nearly if not quite as northerly a point as Cape 

 Wrath. 



Having passed the end of Loch Erriboll, and 

 having procured a feed of corn for our horse from 

 Mr, Clark (the tenant of the sheep farm here), we 

 worked a zigzag course up the largest and steepest 

 hill we had to contend with throughout our whole 

 journey. Then descending, we passed the face of a 

 hill, cut and intersected by numberless small streams 

 of the most pure and transparent water that I ever 

 saw, which take their rise from the limestone rocks 

 above. 



Loch Erriboll is one of the numerous creeks reach- 

 ing into the main land from the North Sea, and often 

 serving for a refuge to shipping, which otherwise 

 must inevitably perish in every violent north and 

 north-east wind on this iron-bound coast. On our 

 way from this loch we passed the head of a fine fresh- 

 water lake. Loch Hope, and up a magnificent glen 

 called Glenmore (I believe), the sides of which, 

 woody and precipitous, abound in the wilder /er« 

 natura of the island. Wild and marten cats live here 

 in peace, and we frequently saw eagles sailing about 

 the higher clifl's, and sometimes perched on some 

 pinnacle of rock. We found out by chance a very 

 perfect echo, repeating every word, and even sen- 

 tences, with the greatest exactness, and passing from 



