of Tumel bridge, is extensive wildness, joined with something of the majestic. To the left, are bare rough hills leading towards Glen Tumel, with a scattered hamlet of the poorest huts, hanging on the declivity of one of them, without even a bush to shelter them: also the small inn at Tumel bridge, with trees that mark the river's course. As the eye turns to the right towards Rannoch, it is amazed at the dark majestic scene of Schiehallion, in the back ground; the wood and pointed rocks of Mount Alexander, and the opening to the lake; which is there concealed from sight, by the stupendous mountains on its north shore.
When I arrived at the highest point on Mount Alexander, the scene that opened to the west and the east amazed me. I got upon a wall to take in the greatest extent of it: the sun shone finely upon Glen Tumel, stretching below me far to the east; only part of Loch Tumel was in sight, with the river winding towards it; and beautiful mountains hanging over it to the north and south: wood also enriching the glen, and creeping up every sweeping mountain's side, almost to the top. My eye then turned to the west. Rannock presented itself: a space of about twenty
