Oh, yes, said the boatmen, we know they are true, having been handed down from father to son for so many generations.
Down in the boat to Luss.
Character of the place.
Cleanliness for once.
The minister, a ceevil hamely man.
Sunset on Ben Lomond.
I was alone.
Evening. Dance of the reapers in the barn.
Highland strathspey and fling?
Enormous price of fruit in Edinburgh; total wait of it in the country.
Quote of Sir W. Scott the feelings of Fitz James about treachery, etc., in his dream; speak of his character and quote concluding lines in Lady of the Lake.
Observation on figures of men and women engaged in the Highland dances.
Labor alone will not develop the form.
Next day. Saturday, 12th September.
Ascent of Ben Lomond.
Lost, and pass the night on a heathery mountain.
All the adventures of the eventful twenty hours to be written out in full.
Love Marcus and Rebecca [Spring] forever.
Sunday. Sick all day from fatigue o