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pass and village of Aberfoyle,—the scenes of Baillie Nicol Jarvie’s 
exploits with his fair cousin, Helen McGregor,—or return to the 
Trosachs or Brig o’ Turk inns. As we had walked from Cal- 
lander, a distance of nine or ten miles, and had to return by the 
same simple conveyance, we were contented with a view of the 
fine mountains that skirt both sides of Loch Lomond at its upper 
or northern end, and returned in our steamer to the Trosachs, 
and remeasured back our way to Callander. The botany of this 
episodical tour, “ in search of the picturesque,” was not of a very 
interesting nature, with the exception of the first mile of our way, 
when we diverged to our left into the wood that skirts the way 
between Callander and Coilantogle bridge. 
In the evening, a visit to Callander crags was not much more 
productive. It is true, fine views of Ben Ledi, Loch Vennachar, 
Cambusmore, the vales of Forth, Teith, Stirling, etc., were ob- 
tainable. Some Hieracia and a Potentilla, probably P. opaca, were 
the only spoils which we bore away from the base of these barren 
rocks. A walk along the eastern branch of the Teith, and through 
the cornfields below Bochastle, yielded a few plants of some in- 
interest, viz. Crepis paludosa, Galium boreale, Galeopsis versicolor, 
and our old acquaintance Myrrhis odorata, in abundance. 
The 6th of July was the day of rest, and we attended divine 
service in both the churches of Callander, viz. the National or 
Established Church in the morning, and the Free Church in the 
afternoon. Monday the 7th was a rainy day, a day of Highland 
rain, so well described by Dr. Macculloch, who recommends the 
tourist in the Highlands, if he carries an umbrella, always to 
carry it open; for if he does not, he will be wetted to the skin 
by a sudden plash or sheet of water before he has time to undo 
the loop of his parapluie. In the Doctor’s time umbrellas were 
folded up in a ring, not by a loop aud button as now, and the 
time of slipping up the ring would not, at an average, be one- 
tenth of that required for detaching the loop from the button ; 
yet, in that short interval of time, a Highland shower found its 
way through all the ordinary protective media, and reduced the 
hapless pedestrian to the uncomfortable condition of “a hen in 
a rainy day.” For the benefit of future botanical tourists, we 
subjoin the Doctor’s rather exaggerated account of a Highland 
shower.* 
* Highland Rain.—“ 1 thought that I hed known Highland rain im all its forms 
