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where we visited Hob Roy’s grave, to Stronvar, and thence for some 
miles up the south side of Loch Voil. We then ascended a burn, 
went round a hill, and returned to Kingshouse. Whilst we did not 
discover all the rarities we expected, our labours were not entirely 
unproductive. The best plants noticed included Orchis incarnata , 
Corydalis claviculata , Carex vesicaria , C. aquatilis , C. pauciflora , 
Scirpus paiiciflorus , Hymenophyllum unilaterale , and Hypericum 
dubium. 
The 28th of July was a memorable day of disappointments. On 
that day we had determined to scale Am Binnein, one of the peaks 
of Ben More, and to hold there a meeting of the Mountain Club. 
For good work on the hills it is imperative that the weather should 
be good, since in rain and mist it is impossible to search effectually 
for alpine plants. When we left Perth at an early hour the weather 
looked decidedly gloomy. At Dunblane, where we had to change 
trains, there was a gentle but persistent rain falling. At the base of 
Ben More, things looked very bad indeed; and, when we got up to a 
height of 3000 feet, it was only to find ourselves enveloped in mist, 
drenched with rain, and chilled to the bone by a bitterly cold wind ! 
By arrangement with the railway company, the train was stopped for 
us at Ben More Farm-house, and we began the ascent. Here we 
unexpectedly met an Edinburgh botanist, Air. Symington Grieve, 
who was residing at the farm-house, and who, not only very kindly 
volunteered his services as guide to the mountain, but offered us 
hospitality. Thus reinforced we trudged up the hill, trying to look 
as cheerful as possible. When we got near the col between Ben 
Alore and Am Binnein alpine plants began to appear in some 
abundance, the rarest being Carex pulla , which was very common 
in marshy places. On the col itself the weather was so bad that a 
council of war was held, with the result that the party divided, some 
returning by the way by which they had come, the others pushing 
onwards and upwards. At the proper elevation on the hill a meeting 
of the Mountain Club was held. As the proceedings of this Club 
can be known by the initiated only, an account of them cannot be 
given, but it may be said that it was only with great difficulty that the 
meeting could be held. One of the newly admitted members had 
a photographic apparatus with him, and attempted, though unfor¬ 
tunately without success, to take a view of the party. Had he suc¬ 
ceeded, the photograph would have shown a group of very wet 
botanists, crouched together in a small hollow, and surrounded by 
bare grey boulders, half hidden, half seen, in the driving mist. Under 
these circumstances, the following poem, written, according to the 
rule of the Club, for the meeting, sounds rather ironical:— 
PERTHSHIRE MOUNTAIN CLUB. 
Am Binnein, 28/7/88. 
“ Rest ye no more !” our Mountain Chieftain cried ; 
“ No more !” the echoes of the hills replied ; 
From rock to rock, from far away and near, 
Now soft, now loud, but always plain and clear, 
The distant echoes of the hills rolled on 
