LETTEE III. 
LOCH GOIL—THE SAGA OP CLAN CAMPBELL. 
Oban, June 5, 1856. 
I have seldom enjoyed anything so much as our 
journey yesterday. Getting clear at last of the smells, 
smoke, noise, and squalor of Greenock, to plunge into 
the very heart of the Highland hills, robed as they were 
in the sunshine of a beautiful summer day, was enough 
to make one beside oneself with delight; and the Ice¬ 
lander enjoyed it as much as I did. Having crossed 
the Clyde, alive with innumerable vessels, its waves 
dancing and sparkling in the sunlight, we suddenly shot 
into the still and solemn Loch Goil, whose waters, dark 
with mountain shadows, seemed almost to belong to 
a different element from that of the yellow, rushing, 
ship-laden river we had left. In fact, in the space of 
ten minutes we had got into another world, centuries 
