hanging over, others choking up the arch of the bridge, which rests on projecting masses of rock. The bridge itself is not so well looking as most bridges in Scotland, and is of a very odd structure, occasioned by the situation of the rocks on which it rests. The inn is on a high bank on the north side of the bridge, under an extensive thick wood, mostly of large birch trees, larch, and firs. Very soon after the Findhorn river has forced its way through Dulsie bridge, it is lost to sight by high banks and thick woods, and runs its course to the Murray Firth, into which it empties itself by a large bay near Forres. A short way above the brig of Dulsie the river takes a turn round very high points of rocks, and forms several handsome falls between the turn and the bridge. A beautiful landscape of this place might be made, taken from below the bridge; including that and the rough bed of the foaming river, dashing against the huge blocks of smooth redish tinted rocks, lying heaped one upon another, and every where impeding the stream; also chasms, excavated by the water being violently driven out of its course against the rocky bank; with a vast variety of projecting rocks, bushes, and trees; fern, moss, and large aquatic plants
