1891.
Aug.31
Scotland.
The Trossachs. - A steady, heavy rain from morning until
night, the mountains shrouded in clouds. Little wind
until after nightfall when it began blowing heavily.
  Spent the day in the house writing. Just before
dinner (6 P.M.) walked down the road a few
hundred yards. What yesterday was a shallow
brook which could be crossed anywhere by stepping
from stone to stone was now a foaming
torrent waist deep [delete]which[/delete] impassible save by
the bridge over which the road runs. This
stream is within 50 yards of the hotel and
its roaring could be plainly heard in our room. 
A little further down the road I came to 
[a?] flume of snow-white water filling its narrow
channel to the brim and rushing under the
road with frightful velocity. This yesterday
was a mere trickling rill.
  The road was nearly as soft and plashy as
a Snipe marsh and the rain fell in sheets
blotting out not only the mountains but nearer
objects as well. I saw no signs of animal life
save a young Rabbit which scampered from the
field on my left across the road and up the
steep mountain side to its burrow in a
fern-covered bank. It is surprising how
closely the English Rabbit resembles our Cotton-tail
Hare, not only in coloring and form but in 
motions as well. I doubt if the two could be
distinguished when running. Like our Hare
it twists and doubles and at each jump flashes
its white-lined tail conspicuously.