CHAPTER XIII.
Glen Lochy is a very narrow tract; and near its entrance is a small lake, with a quiet river running through the middle of the whole glen; and a range of wonderful lofty green mountains on each side, from which flow torrents not to be counted for number, feeding the lake and river. This glen is eight miles long, and almost uniformly wide, but winding; and produces nothing but sheep pasture; nor did I see any sign of human habitation, not even a sheelin. In a bad day Glen Lochy must appear very dreary; but in sun-shine very pleasant. Unluckily for me it began to overcast, and a degree of mist to rise by the time I drew towards the end of this glen; but notwithstanding the mist, when I came to the spot where I looked down on the beautiful
