1891.
Aug.31
(No 3)
Scotland.
The Trossachs. - glided across the road a few yards
in front of us. In the dim light it looked like
a flitting shadow.
  The mountains presented a singular and
most impressive appearance. They were wholly
free from clouds but so completely and uniformly
veiled in mist as to appear scarcely darker
than the background of sky. At first glance
one saw nothing but sky; then by degrees the
entire mountain came out, a great, gray,
ghostly silhouette. Spectral mountains, they
seemed, looking calmly down on the turmoil
of the elements in the Trossachs Glen. 
  The Swallows and Martins must have
had a bad time of it to-day. None were 
flying over the lake or fields but I saw one
little shivering group huddled together on a 
dead branch on the sheltered side of the
house. All the other small birds seem to 
have disappeared utterly.