was every where swimming, and the trees and torrents streaming.
Mr. Baillie had, with infinite consideration and kindness, sent with me a very clever intelligent Highlandman, to whose assistance I was indebted for a full and complete view of the Fall of Fyres from every spot that was possible for it to be seen. The road, about a quarter of a mile from the Hut, quits the lake, (on whose steep banks there is no possibility of proceeding farther,) and strikes up through the mountains towards Strath Errick. Within about half a mile of it, the thundering noise of the fall announces the approach to it. The first station I attained was on a promontory, at the distance of about a hundred yards from the fall, and about a hundred feet above the surface of the water after its fall, rushing round the rock. I saw from this first point of view, the river issuing with violence from its confined channel above, and dashing over broken rocks down to the pool; but a projecting slip of green bank, and other obstacles, screened from me the better half of the cataract. The rocks on each side the fall are clad with hanging trees, chiefly of birch, mountain ash, and young oak, peeping through, the expanded
