reaching the fall, but to take a nearer view of a house prettily situated before me. The evening was closing fast, when meeting a woman, I had the curiosity to question her about the distance to the fall. She could scarcely understand me; but bywords and signs she, as I suppose, at last comprehended I meant the fall of the river; for she shook her head and said, "mony miles; it maun be pick mirk ere ye'se gate at the fa'!" I then totally abandoned my project, and turned about; but I could hold no converse to signify with the gude wife, who soon left me to my own thoughts, which naturally turned to the impossibility of getting at facts, such as they really are. It was dark when I re-entered the inn, where my servants began to wonder what was become of me; but seeing me go towards the Manse, they fancied I had therein found another good clergyman like Mr. Mackay, of Glen Lyon, who, in like manner, might be regaling me with the wonders of Killin.
The Lin at Killin is very striking, curious, and very uncommon. The Tay advances to it from Glen Dochart, and widens to a very considerable breadth as it approaches Killin; which is a row of small houses, facing the Lin; the road only between it and the houses. The broad bed
