little of all those crags and mountains, as I do of the stairs, in seeking my dinner from a high room to a low one.
After eating my meal, and sketching what was within my view, I proceeded on the side of the lake, in the same style of scenery, till I came within a mile of Low Bridge, when I was struck with such a variety of beauty that amazed me. It is an opening from Loch Arkeig, with a river sweetly winding amongst little and great hills (verdant and woody), seeking repose in the bosom of Loch Lochy. I do not remember seeing any habitation in that romantic Eden. The banks of Loch Arkeig, however, and its neighbouring glens, are tolerably well inhabited; but the cluster of hills near Loch Lochy, so close up the glen, that it is impossible, from the side of the lake where I was, to look into it.
It was to the neighbourhood of Loch Arkeig, that Prince Charles Stuart fled after the battle of Culloden, where he met with great friendship from Loch Eil, and others. He again visited that part of the country when he returned from the Isle of Skye, where he had been safely (though with infinite risk) conducted by Miss Flora
