Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1840-12-08

Lake, keeping time with their oars. The sail
was deligh,ful-li1ing the curtain upon most
picturesque scenery that shifted and displayed
new beauties at every dip OF the oar. Reality
and fiction have We'd with each other in throw
ing their varied charms over the scene
The lake-which lies in an irregular ravine
formed by the juxta-poslion of several high
mountains-s Of great depth, and its waters
are ms clear as a mirror. As our boat dim
pied It's surface, the blue arch and white dra-
perry OF the heavens, seemed as if floating in
the depths below. We double bold headlands
and rocky sleeps that open the mouths o.
caves, which the superstition Of the rude ma
iiyes who inhati. this secluded region has
peopled with the ghosts of departed cheltans
Waving lines OF silver beach, laved with the
rpling of the waves, next greet The eye. We
escape the shadows of an abrupt promontory,
when rustic cottage, clinging as for its life
TO the sides OF a mountain, peeps from the
trees, and sends from its front narrow strip
of verdure down TO the waters edge. The
eyes then glance up dark glen, which, of
yore, drank the blood of hostile clans; and
anon it rests upon ,uited knoll, whose every
tree and shrub have been garlanded with the
widest romance by the hand of poesy. In
one of the defiles of the Trosachs, that frown
behind us, is the veritabe grave of Cromwells
soldier who was shot by the Highlanders
when he was coming with his party of ma
rauders to ravage these forbidden regions; and
just beneath it lies the quiet island whence
the ideal Ellen
With hasty oar,
Push'd her light shallop from the shore
As we approach the west end of the lake,
the view is bounded by a range of mountains
at whose base Robert MacGregor Campbell
was born. Yonder stands a modern house
OCCUPYING the site of the hut within whose
walls Rob Roy first saw the light. 1t is fit
spot for the daring outlaw. We have now
reached the landingplace, and must get all
things ready for passing the glen beiweeen
Loeb katrlne and Loeb Lomond Cloaks
trunks, umbrellas, guns and guide books, are
hastily disembarked, and the competitory
strife among the pony-drivers has commeced
There were at least two ponies piece for u.
provided we had all chosen to ride) and SC
the equestians set themselves UP at auction
The bidding was spirited, and in short time
the bipeds were furnished with quadrupeds a,
reasonable price. A rery large German la
dy "a Countess | believe) was placed on a
rery small pony. The little She,lander wa,
entirely covered by the mountain of flesh or
his back. He irsked about while two attend
ants held the Countess oh-she never having
placed foot in strIup before. "Dis beast is val
too small vor me-" said the terror stricken la
dy, as the little fellow danced Scotch rec
under the overwhelming amplitude of hel
cloak and robes. The pony, not being versec
IN high Dutch, mis,ook the words for cry te
break away, and scamperiLg off with the speed
oil squirrel, down came the Countess-an i'm
mense mass OF fallen human nature. The
lukx ha k,nb
dy was fat, and consequently, nobody wa,
hurt, though all were righened-especiall,
the Countess and the pony. Fairly on he,
feet, she laughed, which was a signal for z
general roar by the whole company. All a.
greed that II was great fall--the larpes
event OF The morning. AS such, note il.
when hall way through the pass, we stopped
al hut, IN a little valley called rr'arkle,
10 see long Spanish musket which has beer
shown as Rob Roy's, time out Of mind. The
old woman who owns ii is relative OF Rob
and in connection with the fact that he for a
time dwell in this glen, which also is the birth.
place of Helen McGregor, the gun may be re-
garded as Nv worth looking al. The whole
cavalcade arrived safely at lnyersnaid Mill
the van guard being led by an American lady
who rode her pony like ano,eer Die Vernon
while the Countess, with one man leading
her painting animal, and two holding her on
brought up the rear. While waiting for the
steamer, which was to give us the circuit OF
Loeb Lomond, we rambled a few bundreT
yards up tie banks OF the cataract that lean,
from the heights into the lakes at this spot
throwing It's spray into the windows Of IN,
humble cottage by the shore-ihe scene allud
ed TO by Wordsworth in his address 10 N,
mountain maid
Sweet Highland girl very shower
OF beauty is thy earthly dover.
I The steamer showed US the fine scenery OF
Loeb Lomond, and landed us al the head o
the Leven. Yours, &c. R.ue,,s