rocks, stone dykes, (walls,) and ground full of springs; but the beauty of the scene repays the fatigue of following it up to the summit of the high fall. Since I saw the falls of Bruar, the Duke of Atholl has had an arch thrown over the high fall from rock to rock, and the banks planted: these plantations, when grown up, will render these falls completely beautiful.
I got out of the carriage somewhat to the west of the town of Bruar (in the Highlands every thing is a town, if it consists only of a cluster of huts), and walked to the bridge leading to the kirk town of Strowan. The small falls of the Garrie, at that bridge and above it, are very pretty; and there are two below it, fine, with high rocky banks, covered with wood; and they are beautiful to look at on both sides the river. I believe they are salmon leaps, and it is astonishing to what a height that fish will leap, and what an amazing body of water they are able to resist. I saw one attempt to leap up the great fall of the Tumel at Fascalie; but unfortunately it did not succeed, and fell back into the pool. When I was at Fascalie, at the fall there was a great bag, made of net-work, fastened to a roundish hoop of iron, and hung like the pockets at the corners
