almost perpendicular rocks to the bosom of the lake below. The road takes a quick turn from this romantic bridge, and soon leads to the ruins of a kirk, once the only one of Strath Errick, on the other side of the mountains, and then to the General's Hut, the only habitation, except a few hovels, that I saw on the south side of the lake from one end of it to the other.
The outside of General's Hut is repaired since an account of it was given by Henry Skrine, Esq. As to its interior, I am, from my own experience, no judge of it: the peep I had into it from the carriage was not very inviting; but had it been more so, I should not have quitted the chaise; being accustomed to have it drawn to the best point of view at every inn I came to, and there sat, whilst the horses rested, eating my own dinner. Then drawing, or if there were nothing worthy of the pencil, I wrote or walked; but without meaning to affront any body by thus acting: though I learnt both the good folks at General's Hut, and at Letter Findlay inn, were displeased at my mode; attributing it, I suppose, to disdain or nicety, which was not entirely the case.
As I drove to the General's Hut, it was pouring
