Which I afterwards found very true. The day was hot, and the sun tinged the distant mountains most beautifully, particularly those of Atholl Forest, and the towering tops of Benygloe. All around me was a world of mountains, with craggy tops, and sides of sheep pasture; mixed with peat moss and heath. The road firm and good; but a constant up and down of long and steep hills, till I came in sight of a small valley, watered by the burn of Eroskie; to which is a descent by a very long zig-zag. The village at the bottom is Trinefour, from which another laborious hill is to climb of above a mile; at the top of which is a terrible rough barren heath. In front, at a considerable distance, is seen the globular top of Schiehallion, with its black rough body spreading; and sweeping, towards the Tumel river below it. The sun shone on the windows of Crossmount at its base, and on the blue slates of Drumachuine, which rendered those houses very conspicuous, though much concealed by wood and pointed rocks. A zig-zag road, over a heath at a great distance, pointed to those habitations; but I missed the track to it, and followed the great road to Tumel Bridge.
The view from the top of the rough moor north
