Killin, on the side of Loch Dochart. At Killin is a very bad inn, very dear, and very dirty, bad wine, bad bread; in short, if you have nothing of your own with you to eat and drink, you will be very ill off: besides, the landlord in 1796, was a drunken saucy creature; and charged much higher, and provided far worse entertainment, both for man and beast, than any other innkeeper I met with. The misfortune is, there is but one inn at Killin, and there you must sleep. Pray, go into the glen, out of which the river Lochy flows. A few miles up that glen is a pretty waterfall. At the entrance of the glen you may cross a bridge, and by following the road towards the north side of the lake, you will soon come to some ruins of an old castle. Go up the hill behind the Manse, or clergyman's house. See also what is called Fingal's Grave. Killin itself is very curious, not forgetting Mr. M'Nab's burying-place, and the island on which it stands.
From Killin to Tyndrum, 21 miles; where you will find a lone house, a very decent inn, and the Bromars good civil sort of folks; there you must sleep. At about eight miles from Killin towards Tyndrum, there are two public houses, near to each other, equally bad, where travellers from
