of water at them is far greater; for this river comes from a district full of mountains, from whose sides flow never ceasing torrents.
From the ferry at Logierait, towards Blair, the passage narrows, and nothing is to be seen but the road, the craggy mountains on each side, covered with wood, and the fierce Tumel below, growling through its rough bed, concealed by rocks, and trees of mountain ash, birch, alder, oak, and pine, growing among them.
Butter, Esq. is the happy man who now owns Fascalie; and to the civility of his family I am indebted for a complete sight of its beauties. The house lies far below the road, just at the south entrance of the pass of Killycrankie, in a sort of triangular flat space of meadow land, beautifully wooded by very fine large trees which ornament the space and fields adjoining, and also cover the banks of the rivers which there unite; and plantations climb up every crag, which on all sides surround Fascalie. On the eastern side of the three, at Fascalie, is the road to Blair, with mountains on the right to the sky. At the western angle issues the Tumel from its furious fall, and meets the river Garrie, which rolls precipitately (and in times of rain), foaming and black,
