In a street in Callander shaded
by elms heard a loud, brilliant song
quite new to me. Swallows numerous
skimming the fields.
  On reaching Trossachs Hotel found 
that my luggage had been sent
on to Loch Katrine so I started
after it on foot with E.R.S. [Elizabeth R. Simmons.] We 
had a delightful walk through
the Trossachs Glen, a beautiful place,
found the luggage & returned
with it on the coach.
The Trossachs
Aug. 30 (Sunday).Early morning cloudy 
but the sun out by 11 A.M., the 
remainder of day clear with brilliant
sunshine & deep blue haze on mountains.
At day-break Robins and wrens were
singing in the trees about the house.
At 10 drove through the Trossachs Glen
with C. [Caroline] overtaking E. [Elizabeth] on the shore of
Loch Katrine. We drove as far as
Ellen's Isle then returned and climbed
up the side of a knoll which overlooks
the Loch. Here, sitting under the shade
of some Scotch pines, we read the
"Lady of the Lake" aloud surrounded
by the very scenery which it describes.
There were many small birds about us
chiefly Wrens, Linnets & Tits. The last 
two were in flocks the Linnets whirling
about & alighting in the tips of
the birches precisely like Redpolls to
the notes of which their flight calls
bear a close resemblance. One
flock of Tits including Marsh, Blue