mits, excepting every now and then where rocks covered with wood break the line, and bare masses of rock too, peeping through, just to prove that the outsides of the mountains are fairer and smoother than their insides. The whole way I beheld fine pasture for sheep, both on the sides of the mountains, and in the tiny flats between the chain of lakes. A little before the road joins Loch Oich, a burn crosses the road, tearing away the soil, and leaving only a large bed of round stones. Trees of birch, alder, pines, mountain ash, and other wood, ornament the whole space: at times creeping to the mountain's top, and again hanging over the river and the lake; which, towards the middle, is contracted by the projecting land at Invergary, where the river Gary issues from the glen, bold and broad, shaded by fine trees. The road I was upon is a shelf, hanging over Loch Oich, with lofty mountains, almost perpendicular, of broken and shivering rocks; which, notwithstanding their excessive roughness, are mostly covered with thick Alpine wood; through which rush lofty torrents from their very summits. One of the boldest of these falls is in full sight of Glen Gary's house; and a fine object it must be to it.
