the site of new Perth, his frantic grief and fright made him howl. From that, says the legend, came the name of the Hill of Kinnoull.
From Perth I crossed the Tay, and proceeded to the new bridge of Isla, then scarcely finished; it is very near the junction of the river Isla with the Tay. The old ruin of the Castle of Kinclaven, is on the edge of the west bank of the Tay, just below the junction of the two rivers. From off the walls of that ruin, I eat, in July 1785, some of the finest apricots I ever eat in my life. The ferry of Kinclaven, immediately at the junction of the rivers, before the bridge of Isla was built, was the only means of getting to Mieklour, without going round by Coupar in Angus, and Blair Gowrie.
Scone, where the Kings of Scotland were wont to be crowned, was the first place of note I passed after leaving Perth. About seven miles from Perth, on the west side of Tay, is Stanley; where are large cotton works, which have injured the beauty of the place, but have made it more profitable to the owner. A mile above Stanley, on the same side of the river, is Taymount, once a lovely spot, and the habitation of superlative virtue (though a thatched dwelling),
