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pedestrian after another, are seen descending the pass, and in 

 the rear, puffing and melting is the rubicund and ample- 

 bodied admirer of Burgundy wine. All eyes are directed 

 down the lake, so anxious are all for the arrival of the steamer. 

 For my part, I really care not, but would gladly camp among 

 the heather, or go in search of a Polecat or a Blackcock. We 

 eat, we drink, we laugh, and now Rob Roy is talked of, and 

 we all know that there is one of his hiding-places close by. 

 Here then we are, on this craggy point, from which a heap of 

 great blocks has fallen, and now we ascend toward a small 

 triangular hole, which seems more fitted for the retreat of a 

 badger than of "an honest man" like the Red Rob. Ladies 

 can hardly venture here, but men may easily ascend, and 

 now, " one after another, gentlemen, if you please," says the 

 guide, this advice being here quite as necessary as for a person 

 to tell another that a goose is not a turkey. With the aid of 

 a very old and crazy ladder we descend into the hole ; and 

 now, Reader, being positively in Rob Roy's Cave, open your 

 eyes, stare around, and, if you please, tell us what you see. 

 Why nothing ! all is darkness, damp, and slime. Were I the 

 keeper of this celebrated spot, I would have it quite a different 

 place before next September. 



"Pull away for the opposite shore, good men, and you John 

 WooDHousE, take the tiller." Now we proceed slowly but 

 steadily toward the landing-place of Tarbet. Friend Mac- 

 GiLLivRAY and I are put ashore, and we stride along a beauti- 

 ful turnpike road to the house. It is a commodious house, 

 and I should be well pleased to reside here a while every sum- 

 mer. We had scarcely been comfortably settled, when the 

 steamer's cargo of wayworn travellers came in thick upon us, 



