shaded with birch and covered with fern or heath. On the right the limpid waters of Loch Ness were beating their bank and waving their surface by a gentle agitation." In one part of the way, adds Johnson, "we had trees on both sides for perhaps half a mile. Such a length of shade, perhaps, Scotland cannot show in any other place." Boswell, though he thought Fleet Street more delightful than Tempe, nevertheless felt the cheering powers of this delightful day. "The scene" he found "as sequestered and agreeably wild
Loch Ness.
as could be desired." Pennant, who had been there four years earlier, describes the scenery as "most romantic and beautiful."[1] Wesley thought the neighbourhood of Inverness one of the pleasantest countries he had ever seen.[2] In striking contrast with the enjoyment of these four travellers are the feelings of those who a few years before had seen the spot when the alarms of war were still fresh. "On each side of Loch Ness," writes Ray, "is a ridge of most terrible barren woody mountains. You travel along the banks through a road made by blowing up monstrous rocks, which
