The Newtown bee., 1905-01-06

regular and the enchanted hills make their outline more distinct, mOmenta- ry regret possesses the mind that no adventures are in prospect such as awaited 0sbafdistone and Bailie Jarvie on the occasion of their memorable the Hieland Hills," said the Bailie to the inquisitive Southron. "Yell see and hear enough about them before ye see Glasgow Cross again."
 But although British arms and British law have long since composed the Lennox and the surrounding cOun- try, yet, through the genius of Sir Walter, the Macgregors and Campbells and Clan-Alpine still possess their native hills. The Wizard of the North has cast an enchantment upon crag and stream and lake and forest. The very air has felt the charm and the bag-pipes and slogans of rallying clans are almost audible.
 As the steamer pulls away from Balloch Pier and threads it's way nOrthWard among the many beautiful islands of magnificent Loch Lomond the eye involuntarily scans the eastern bank in search of creek beneath huge rock, where Rob Roy Macgregor bade farewell to his commercial kins- man. An active fancy hears the UuCl OI d Ol even twa hundred" at any future time of need and the Outlaws assurance, his hand resting on his sword-hilt, that Eff ever anybody should affrOnt his kinsman, an he would but let him ken, he would stow the Jugs Slash the earS) out of his head"
 Ben Lomond draws near on the east with Rob Roy's prison at it's foot near the lake's edge and, little to the west of north, Ben Vane and Ben VOr- lich emerge from the haze. All three are about 5000 feet. Twenty-one miles up the lake and on the east side lies Inversnaid, consisting of a fine stone hotel, Wordsworth's Highland Girl" falls and a foot-path leading to Rob Roy's cave. The five-mile coach road over the hills almost due east to Stronachlacher on Loch Katrine passes the cottage where Helen Macgregor, Rob Roy's wife, was born. A little to the north of the road may be seen the ruins of Fort Inversnaid, built just before the uprising known in history as "The Fifteen," destroyed by Rob Roy and again by his nephew, con- manded later by the illustrious Gen Wolfe, of Quebec, fame and visited by Sir Walter in 1792.
 At Stronachlacher hotel the evening meal may be eaten without the expense of artificial lights. After supper the traveller may read newspaper on the dock until 10 o'clock or even later, when, in the gathering dusk, he can give himself up to lake and mountains and companions and perchance listen to genuine Highland song by boat ing party of the native born.
 Betimes in the morning the guests are active for to-day is to be given to 1 the Lady of the Lake, ito Ellen Doug- lass and Fitz-James and Roderick Dhu. The trip down the lake in a southeasterly direction is made in the Ben Venue can be seen from the start | rising nobly on the right, while Ben | An, inferior in size but like it's great neighbor covered with beautiful for ests, gradually appears on the left. Anxious eyes soon discover between them-Ellen'S Isle. Straightway the imagination pictures the shallop, the mountain maid and the royal stranger in Lincoln green, who
 | "Outstripp'd his comrades. miss'd the deer, l Lost his good steed and wander'd here.'
 The enchanted hall rises again and old Allan Bane'S song of welcome seems to greet the ear:
 RIE n''soldier. rest, thy warfare oer,'
 and, as the island is left behind, the harper's farewell strain:
 l ''Or if on life's uncertain main | Mshap shall mar thy sail"
 He can be little afflicted with nim bleneSS of fancy who cannot hear fal up the lake the approaching pibrOcf of Clan-Alpine and the magniicen song:
 Hail to the chief who in triumph advances.
 But the Loch Katrine voyage il over and we find ourselves in the Tros sachs. It was in this wild gorge thai poor, crazed Blanche of Devan sans her song of warning and R. d Mu d )( ] received the reward of his treachery
 Another beautiful stone hotel is seel
 through the trees and here we ar
 confronted with that symbol of vas
 significance in morals,-forks in th road. AS in morals choice is ire
 quently difficult, so it is here, for tn
 right fork leads to Stirling throug]
 Aberfoyle, near the heart of the Ro
 Roy country, and the left to Stirling
 through the remainder of the Lady (
 the Lake country. In the moral worl
 the left hand road should never l taken, but in the Trossachs many
 traveller has chosen it, though it ha l meant, in one instance at least, tn
 parting with piece of English gold t
 have the round-trip ticket changed.
 After brief refreshments the bugl
 sounds the driver cracks his lon
 whip, the leaders take the hint an
 the party rolls forward through tn
 bircbes Several Highland beggars ar /. at the roadside, considerable band (
 gypsies is tenting in a clearing,