naldson's, at the north end of the town, is rather the best inn; neither of them extremely good. But at Kinross you must sleep; and early in the morning (I wish you a fair day) set out for Stirling, 18 or 20 miles.
Stop at the town of the Crook of Devon, (to it a very good road,) and there procure a guide to shew you the field you are to cross, to get to the Rumbling Brig, and Cauldron Lin. Should you, when at either, be so fortunate as to meet with Mr. Lowry Johnston, who holds a farm near the Lin, and may probably then be fishing; you will find him a very ready friendly guide; and if you can follow him, he will lead you to the bottom of the rocks, over which the Rumbling Brig is thrown, with great dexterity. The Rumbling Brig, is not more than a quarter of a mile out of the road, but you must walk to it, and the Lin, across a field. The Lin is about a mile below the Brig; and to see it in perfection, you must go to Mr. Charles Mercer's side of the river, and to his walk, which is on the south side of the Devon. You must first go to a point where is an ash tree hanging over the Cauldrons; then follow Mr. Mercer's walk to the foot of the fall, which is very fine.
