1891.
Aug. 30
Scotland.
The Trossachs. - Early morning cloudy and threatening but
by 11 o'clock the sun came out and the afternoon
was quite as perfect as that of yesterday.
  At sunrise this morning Robins and Wrens were 
singing in the trees near the house, one of the 
former sitting on a bare twig of a holly directly 
under our window and with only brief intervals
of silence serenading us up to nearly 10 A.M.
Parts of the song of this bird reminded me
forcibly of the notes of our Regulus calendula.
The Robins at this season do not seem to me
to sing so strongly as in June but they certainly
sing quite as freely.
  At 10 A.M. we drove over to Loch Katrine and
choosing a pretty spot on the side of a knoll
under some Scotch pines remained there for several
hours. We had an outlook over the lower end of the
Loch with Ben Venue directly opposite. Behind
us rose the steep side of the craggy mountain the
name of which I have not yet heard. About us
grew Scotch pines and birches, not at all densely
but singly or in groups with small opening between
where the ground supported a rank growth of
tall brakes. Altogether these [deleted]surroundings[/deleted] open woods were
closely similar to those of our Maine burnt lands.
Few of the trees exceeded 30 ft. and none 40 ft. in
height. Besides the species just named there were 
occasional hollies and a very few aspens and
willows besides mountain ashes and a number of alders, most of the
latter 30 to 35 ft. in height with trunks a foot
or more in diameter. All these  trees seemed to