Virginia citizen. (Irvington, Va.) 1891-1921, 1908-09-04

IhiS crag or tnat crag where Rob Roy
or some other freebooter, or maybe
some of Wallace's or Bruce's band,
made bold stand and hurled back over
whelming numbers. Here on the right
is cavernous rock jutting down into
the waters and we are told it is "Rob
Roy's prison." where he incarcerated
captives; entrance only to be gained by
boat. A little further upis "Rob Roy's
cave" where, we are informed, he hid
his booty, the product of many an ad-
venturous raid. This nobleman(O did
not stop at robbing the English and
the Lowlander, and then hiking it for
cover, but his gang preyed upon his own
people, his own neighbors. He was
nothing more or less than an outlaw, a
highway robber, and stone fences of
centuries standing, encircling the noun
tain sides sometimes for eight or ten
miles at stretch, attest that the cat
tie and sheep raisers of Rob's day could
not trust their stock too high up the
mountain or too far from the cabin home.
The head of Lomond is reached after
two-hours' run, with stops, and then
we take tally-ho stage for a ten mile
drive over the mountains. This lake
| and mountain country is called 1.-The
Trossachs, but why, we could not
CLEAN, anymore than it means "of mar
row defiles." Then across hill and dale.
through a country owned entirely by
one nobleman, the Duke of Montross.
and kept. by him as a game preserve.
the tenants in their humble cots being
permitted only to cultivate little strip
each, to Craze cattle and sheep on
shares and to cut, or dig, a certain
amount of peat for fuel Wood is al
most as costly as iron here. The one
lone telephone line has small pine poles
at great distances apart, and strung all
along the wire at regular intervals are
swinging sheets of tin. warning the
grouse not to fly near the death.dealinp
wire. Game is thought more of than
the human souls within his lordship's
keeping, and it is no wonder that
America suffers from an influx of
Europe's poor. Eliminating this relic
OF tuedalism, and the horrible denomi-
nations of money, we can find little else
total out with in Britain. She is great.
In our opinion Bob Toombs was right
when he said that the limited monarchy
of England was the nearest to an ideal
government upon the face of the globe
| We are now going north, and each
day the sun sets further and further
around to the northwest. At Inverness
In the far north, Virginian lust re-
turning states that at ii p. m. old Sol
has left still a glow on the horizon.
and at 2 a. m. day begins to break. A
glance at the map will show US to be
in the latitude of northern Labrador
Why everything here is not frozen up
as over there is, as all know, because
of the warm Gulf Stream LAYING the
shores of the British Isles.
Everybody here in driving passes to
the left. There is some reason in that
since the driver sitting on the right
hand side is thrown next to the vehicle
he passes and can the better see. Rail-
| road and street cars also pass to the
left. This would be all right if you
could make the people also keep to the
left. but people here, as with us, pass
to the right while, as stated, all con-
veyances keep to the left.
Now we have passed to the head of
Loeb Katrine. and another, but smaller.
| steamer is awaiting us. We glide over
these placid waters, clear to a depth of
twenty feet or so as evidenced by drop
ping coin overheard and watching it
shimmering towards the bottom. Here
are ruddy faced lads and lassies and
| brawny Scotchmen in kits and plaids.
the queer cap with flowing ribbons
behind. bare-legged and with short
stockings-whew! it makes one shiver
to look at them. All through Scotland.
England, Hollandan Germany it means
| that we Southerners must not be with
out overcoats. Down Loeb Katrine we
steam for an hour. brushing up against
Ellen's Isle, made historic in Scott's
Lady of the Lake, beautiful beyond
description. One can almost fancy see
ing the fine buck leaping into the water
to fend the hounds. We land, and
Immediately tally-hos are loaded and
the fOur-in-hand, or six-in-hand, start
off on a jog through the mountain
passes, the trossachs in truth. Here
we squeeze through Fitz-James' pass.
where he, as well as the rock, refused
to fly from firm base before the hordes
whistled down by black Roderick. There.
few miles beyond, stretches the small
| meadow, or "meet" where Roderick
Dhu and Snowden's Knight met to
parley. YOnder is shown us a stone hut.
at the base of the mountain and on the
shore of a little lake (they are too
numerous to recall names), where Rob
Roy got his queeuly wife and carried her
| beyond the mountain to his Businesses
upon LomOnd's shores. Many kline and
sheep galore speck the mountain sides,
and occasionally the big English hare
crosses our track, or a grouse looks up
from his picking in the oats or grass
| field, just now being cut. Here we
pass Highland piper or two, with
| childer at his heels, and up yonder on
the hillside three Maud Mullers are
raking the hay just cut on the steep by
the men. No artist ever painted
scene of more perfect content and in