to rain, all nature was weeping when I came to the foot of Glen Finglass, with a river issuing thence; over which is a frail foot-bridge of considerable breadth, made of birch wood intertwined, and covered with sod. As I entered the ford, the scene was solemn, gloomy, and wonderfully awful.—I was alone in the chaise; but I had confidence in my faithful driver, Allen, therefore my mind was perfectly free from all sensations, but those produced by the extraordinary scenery around me. On the right, a few scattered huts, and the river roaring from the deep glen, at that part darkened almost to night, by the high towering crags of the forest of Glen Finglass covered with wood.—The river, though loudly heard, was scarcely to be seen for the abundance of large trees; some tall and straight as the pine, others spreading wide and embracing each other from bank to bank, bending over the broken flood, which was furiously advancing to the green bridge.—To the left, Loch-a-chravy, closely surrounded by hills of every shape, with the river I was crossing flowing into it.—To the head of the horses, a quick short turn from the ford to a road just the width of the chaise, cut close at the edge of the lake, on the left hand;
