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“ The following trespassers came to sugar:— L. caesiata, G. 
russata, M. fluctuata, B. repandata, M. margaritata, B. crataegata, 
L. pectinitaria, 0. populata, L, olivata, and H. elutata .” 
To Blackburn’s list of “ trespassers ” I may add the following 
micros :— Tortrix fosterana, T. ribeana, Endrosis fenestrella, Grapho- 
litha penkleriana and abundance of Paedisca solandriana . My friend 
never alluded to the mammalia that were attracted, by our lamps 
rather than our sweets; possibly he thought they would be out 
of place in a journal devoted to Entomology, but I suspect wounded 
pride had something to do with it. The solitude of such a place as 
Eannoch may be a bit skeerie at midnight, and when one hears a 
large animal night after night gallop up and down in the long heather 
close by, one is disposed to draw near one’s companion for security. 
The loud barking of the foxes in the mountains behind was scarcely 
reassuring. We christened the great unknown “the mad stag.” 
Once, as Blackburn was squatting down to secure an insect in his 
net, he heard, as he thought, my step behind him, and looked up to 
discover the deer (for such indeed it was) looking over his shoulder! 
With a bound it disappeared into the darkness, and haunted us no 
more. But worse was to come. One night we were fairly driven 
off the sugaring-ground by a solid phalanx of big-horned black high¬ 
land cattle! What could we do save retire in good order, walking 
backwards with lamps directed into the great beasts’ glaring 
eyes ? 
Camghouran 1 (as it is spelled in the Ordnance Map) consists of 
a group of huts irregularly scattered over the hill-side, but the 
Eobertsons who dwell therein call it “ the toon.” As a rule house 
and stable are under one roof, and that not too well adapted to keep 
out the weather, of which one usually gets so much in those parts. 
When the wind blew we felt the pattern of the stones in the walls 
by the narrow vertical and horizontal draughts which seemed to cut 
us into cubes. We slept in bunks, where a sheet stretched over 
some hay promised well, but if restless one was apt to get a good 
deal mixed up before morning. Our full postal address was :— 
c/o Mrs. Robertson, No. 5, 
Camghouran, 
by Kinloch Eannoch, 
Pitlochry, 
Perthshire, N.B. 
1 Blackburn spelled the name Camacbghouran, but the Ordnance Map gives 
Camgbouran; it is pronounced Cam-a-ghouran—the gh a guttural aspirate. The 
natives call the district Ranach. 
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