them not to be seen; but the grand beauties of the cascade, and the deep glen below, seen from that station, made me full amends for my temerity in getting to it. The bridge, on my return, was not less tremendous than when I first crossed it; and I was glad to reach my first situation on the side of the rock, with a solid parapet before me.
On returning to Callender, the view from the hill I descended, over the fruitful vale, was charming; though the wild frisks of the Kelty, I had just quitted, pleased me far better.
The next day I admired the Pass of Lennie, through the Grampions, and the fine cascades of the Teith, running from Loch Lubnaig. This pass is as romantic as any through the Grampion mountains, and is particularly woody; which forms a striking contrast with the black sides of Ben Lidi, or Ben-le-Dia, the hill of God; which is 3009 feet perpendicular above the level of the sea. It is in form conical; and its appearance, through the pass of Lennie, is truly black and gloomy. In some parts it is craggy, but mostly it is covered with coarse verdure and heath, where sheep, however, will feed. Innumerable springs are found all over the great mountains, which gender them always wet and boggy. Somewhat
