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the rain It felt exceedingly cold. Mr Shand, 
wLo had not been accustomed to hardship or 
privation, felt the effects of this more than I who 
had enjoyed full opportunities of becoming inured 
to cold, hunger, and fatigue. Mr Shand continued 
shivering, while I fell asleep; nor did I wake until 
daybreak, when my companion informed me that 
he had spent the time very uncomfortably. . . . 
We proceeded along the lake; the rain fell heavily 
and we were soon wetted to the skin. Our con¬ 
dition was rendered more distressing by Mr Shand 
eing unable to march with sufficient quickness, 
ihe road near the northern extremity of the lake 
passes over a high and very rugged hill on its 
summit. We arrived at Pollewe in a woeful 
plight about 4 o’clock.” 
Then follow picturesque sketches of the 
scenery of Loch Maree, and this passage with 
regard to the beneficial effects of travelling:_ 
.... Travelling I conceive to be of the greatest 
utility,, not merely to the naturalist, the poet, and 
the painter, but also to the moralist. Sure much 
am I beholden to it. It has disclosed to me faults 
which neither I, under dissimilar circumstances, 
could discover nor my friends inform me of. I 
have reaped most advantage from solitary travel¬ 
ing- • . . Solitude is the parent of contemplation 
the source of virtue and of science. The bosom is 
the sanctuary to which we should flee when 
harassed with care, crossed by disappointment, 
tortured by remorse. The men who fly from 
solitude as from a demon are weak as the ghosts 
v/bSIaD* 
The two friends continued on their journey by 
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