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and in the barking of a pack of dogs across the lake I could fancy
The deep-mouthed bloodhound's heavy bayThis lake is north of Loch Katrine; and some of the scenes of “The legend of Montrose” took place along here. I walked before breakfast along the lake, and brought home a handful of great foxgloves, which I never can resist or get used to their growing wild.
Resounded up the rocky way.
June 30
Such a hot day! I went to the little Free Kirk. holding about one hundred people and full. . . . The use of Sunday is severe, though; nobody would drive except to church, and there is a law forbidding boats on the loch. I took a long walk up on the moors behind the house, getting perhaps fifteen hundred feet above the sea by a stony path. ... It was utterly wild; only chattering curlews soaring and plovers, with the sweetest, wailing, flute-like notes. High up I followed a brook and came upon the cellars and walls of deserted cottages clustered along the brook. Frank has found other such villages; the children born there are now in Canada or Australia. That is the saddest aspect of Scotland — men banished to make way for grouse.London, July 10
Went to a charming garden party at Mr. Spottiswoode's, President of the Royal Society, an eminent chemist. . . . Mark Pattison is quite a lady's man in a professional kind of way, and sweet Mrs. Smalley 