thereby be continually interrupted in his pursuit. The lower class of people believed, and declared, he came thither to look for a lost star.
In a short time after I quitted the base of Schiehallion, which is 3564 feet above the level of the sea, I entered the high road from Tumel Bridge to Crieff, at about seven miles from Weem. Around the junction of the roads, nothing can be more desolate and dreary; but soon after I came to a steep declivity, leading to a plain, the richest and most beautiful in Scotland; and taking in the tout ensemble, it may be equal to any thing in the world: its wood and mountains, at the declivity, were the only parts that began to open to the sight. The wheels of the carriage were dragged, and I went slowly down the winding steep hill, with a torrent, and the ruin of Garth on my right. The ruin is surrounded by a variety of ground and wood. At length I came down close by the burn side, just above Cashaville, where it falls in a very curious manner, and extremely picturesque; bursting from a dark-looking cave, forming a sort of arch; partly concealed by a profusion of beautiful wood, of birch, ash, nut, crooked oak, and mountain ash, hanging over the cataract, and creeping to