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out of the rock brings the traveller to a far more 

 ancient structure, which tradition assigns 'to 



" — That red king who, while of old 

 Through Bolderwood the chase he led, 

 By his loved huBtsman's arrow bled." 



It is named indifferently EufusOastle or Bow-and- 

 arrow Castle, from the square loqp-holes with which 

 its solid Walls are pierced. A single square tower 

 remains, on the summit of an almost isolated mass of 

 ■rock scarcely more than commensurate with itself, 

 along which the road winds forty feet deep, through 

 the arch of a bridge, which leads to the castle-door 

 from the adjacent heights. 



A most magnificent prospect expands as we pass 

 under this bridge. We are on the verge of a tpreci- 

 pice, with a little Cove below, called 'Church Hope, 

 the only landing for a boat along this coast. Brdken 

 masses of stone are heaped' in the wildest confusion 

 on every side, and all Up the craggy slopes, a wilder- 

 ness of grey stone, of which the aspect is painfully 

 desolate, and, so to speai, ruined. A steep and diffi- 

 cult road has been cut down to the beach, and about 

 half- down is a hollow, whither ithe inhabitants resort 

 for water. Beneath a stone a stop-cock is inserted, 

 that none may be wasted of a fluid so precious: a 

 woman with her pails coming' down informed me that 

 every drop they drink has to he fetched in this labo- 

 rious manner, and carried up the steep precipice. To 

 make it worse, the spring fails in droughts, when they 

 must resort still lower, to a little stream that breaks 

 out of the Cliff below. 



