be the weather; rain, snow, storm, or short winter days did not keep her at home. Giorsal would have been in danger, but the people respected her so much that they had a person with a horse at the riverside as she was going or coming, in order to carry her over.

Torasdale Glen is two or three miles north of Saddell; it is only a little glen, with few inhabitants. The modern castle of this glen is a fine building. It was built by General M'Alister, who was proprietor of this glen forty or fifty years ago; he was very rich, but did not long enjoy his castle-death had a stronger claim, and confined him in the narrow dark cell of that house which is appointed for all mortals now living.

Carradale Glen terminates about fifteen miles from Campbeltown, and on the east side of Kintyre. It is about five miles long, running from east to west, and then winding south into the Sound of Kilbrannan. The mountains are high on both sides of it. The glen is narrow, but very beautiful. The land is fertile on the banks of the river, and salmon are caught in it. In old times the inhabitants of this glen (which were numerous) employed themselves during the summer months fishing herrings, and were very successful, the coast being productive of this excellent kind of fish.

Clachaig Glen is on the west side of Kintyre, fifteen miles north of Campbeltown, and is three or four miles long. The river flows from east to west; the land on both sides is of inferior quality. At present it is thinly inhabited, but every habitable place retains its own history during the existence of only a very small period of time.

Bealachruadh Glen is on the west side of Kintyre, and near Clackan. A good many inhabitants resided in it fifty years back, but at present it is almost depopulated, in order to leave space enough for the sheep and heather fowl.

Clackan Glen is about three miles long, and about ten miles southwest of Tarbert. The river is supplied by streams coming from Loch Choiribidh, Loch-nan-Gad, Ciaran, Crine, meeting near the church, and falling into the sea near Dunsgeig. The glen is very fertile, and some beautiful houses are near the village, which contains the parish church, school, grain mill, and smithy-all of which are appropriate to render the name of Clackan significant.

Glenrisdale is a moorish kind of glen, about three miles long, and terminating at Claoinage, in which is one of the parish churches of Carradale.

The above is a short description of the principal glens of Kintyre; the minor glens contain only one farm, and cannot be considered of great importance in taking particular notice of them.

The inhabitants of these glens in Kintyre were peculiarly situated. The smallness of their number, simplicity of their manners and food, homely dwelling-houses, with much time at their disposal, and far from the bustle of the active world, ignorant of the manners, customs, luxuries, or miseries of the more populous places, the news of the passing stranger was asked with keenness, and a description of large towns and modern improvements sounded very marvellous in their ears. And if at any time one of themselves went to Glasgow, when he came home again he would have a visit from his neighbours, hearing his marvellous stories of steam trains, telegraphs, large houses, active

crowds in the wide streets, rich shops, churches, towers, spires, bells, &c.

"The means of education in former times being scanty, most of the people had their knowledge from hearsay, and, having strong memories, could retain what they heard. On that account they were. far from being ignorant, particularly with regard to scriptural truths. Also, the scenery surrounding these glens, the mountains mantled with snow in winter and in summer with white mist, the solitary lakes and rivers, were well calculated to excite and feed the sublime and even superstitious notions of the inhabitants of these solitary glens; so that we need not wonder to meet with extraordinary characters in these lonely places." Mr. M'Intosh here gives instances to prove the extent to which superstition, especially of a religious kind, prevailed in Kintyre. After mentioning an altercation between two farmers, which, by the Campbeltown sheriff's advice, was settled over a glass of "mountain dew," which cemented their friendship ever afterwards, he goes on to say: "Two other farmers had a farm between them. The one had a large family of young children, who could not help him; the other had his family grown up, and they could help him in working his part of the farm, which was better wrought, and his houses in better repair, than the poor man's part was. The lease being out, the man in good circumstances intended to take a lease of the whole farm, and to eject the poor man, with his heavy family, which was considered very unjust in those days, and very seldom or ever was done. He went to the Chamberlain at Campbeltown, and said he wished to take the other man's part of the farm, as he was better able to work it than he. The Chamberlain, understanding his intention of wishing him to put away the poor man, let his part to him, but did not let him his own part, reserving it for the poor man. The man in good circumstances thought he had taken the whole farm, and went home very proud, telling his neighbours what he had done. The poor man, when he heard that he was to be ejected, was very sorry, and went to the Chamberlain with his sad news. The Chamberlain said that his neighbour did take his part of the farm, but did not take his own part, and that he would let it to him, and he would be far better off, with his young family. The poor man was very glad to hear the news, and took the other man's part of the farm, to the great grief of the covetous man, who wished to have all to himself."

In regard to freebooting, that used to be carried on to a considerable extent in Kintyre, Mr. M'Intosh gives the following account: "Though the inhabitants of Kintyre in old times may be justly reckoned equal, if not superior, in honesty to any of their neighbours in Scotland, yet there have been some exceptions which we cannot justify nor excuse. These cases were progressing or diminishing according to the progress or decline of Christian principles. No doubt the example of the times had a strong effect, and, considering the mountains as common property, they thought it as little crime to supply themselves with a fat ox or cow, as a poacher would in killing a hare or a moor-hen. Some of the people of Kintyre made excursions in the month of November, to furnish themselves with feoil-gheambruidb,' or winter-beef. Three men, who lived

together in one of the sequestered glens of Kintyre, made a practice of supplying themselves with feoil-gheamhruidh,' every year, by making an adventure among the mountains, in order to capture a fat ox or cow for their own benefit, though to the loss of others; but one of them died, and, when the other two were going away as usual, the poor widow began to weep, that she had no person now, to supply her wants; but she had a boy about twelve years of age, who said, 'Mother, do not weep: I will soon grow up, and then you will not want; and perhaps I will supply you, this same year, with "feoilgheamhruidh." He took down an old gun which belonged to his father, putting some powder in it, and went away. He hid himself near the road on which his two neighbours would be coming home. He lay still till they came near, with a fine fat cow. It was dark; and, as they passed, he let off the gun. They took fright, ran away, and left the cow. The boy made the best of it, led the cow by another way, and brought her home to his mother; which supplied her family with winter-beef. Some of the Kintyre people, in those days of plunder, used to go to the glens in Ireland, in order to raise the 'creach,' or plunder, and went away in a very formidable manner, with their pipers and arms. At one time, as they went over, the piper being friendly to the women of the glens, played an original tune called A Mhnathan nan gline gur mithe dhuibh eirigh' (Ye wives of the glens, it's time you would rise'). The women, understanding the tune, got up, and prevented the freebooters from taking away their cattle."

The name of Kintyre, or Cinntire, is very significant in Gaelic"head of the land," being a peninsula on the extreme south of Argyll, formed by the Isthmus of Tarbet, which is three-quarters of a mile broad from sea to sea.

The length of Kintyre, from north to south, is about 40 geographical miles. Its breadth, at an average, from east to west, is about 6 miles, lying in lat. 55 N. and lon. 5.36 W. It is bounded on the north by Tarbert Loch, on the east by the sound of Kilbrannan, on the south by the Irish Channel, and on the west by the Atlantic. But although the above are its natural boundaries, yet it has been nominally altered, and two other particular lines named on account of the parts occupied by different proprietors. The popular opinion at present is that the line begins west of Alt-nan-Seunach, 24 miles north of Campbeltown, being the northern boundary of the Largy estate, and on the east by Alt-a-Bhile, at Spearasaig, near Curr. But it is evident that at one time the whole inhabitants, from Tarbert to the Moil, were named the Kintyre people, or "Fir Chinntyre." In the year 1745 the proprietors of Kintyre raised their men against Prince Charles, but M'Donald of Largy intended to join the Prince. This came to the knowledge of Ceanntarbert, and this gentleman sent word to M'Donald that if he intended to join the Prince, he would meet him on the way in passing, and that they would have a hot day of it, and that few would remain to join any party. M'Donald saw it proper to alter his mind, and send his men with Fir Chinntyre. When they reached Inverary, M'Donald's pipers played alternately; M'Murchy played "The Campbells are coming." The Duke of Argyll, being in the company of other gentlemen at the time, took no notice of the tune

that was played; but M'Leolan played "Fir Chinntyre," which the Duke immedietely recognised, and said to the gentlemen present, "Come, we must go out and welcome the Kintyre men." The Duke gave a grand ball to the Kintyre men at Inverary, the Duke himself dancing a high dance, and M Leolan playing; and after he finished the dance, he said to M'Leolan, "You are the sweetest player I ever heard, and you are the most ill-looking man I ever saw." M'Leolan replied, with a sarcastic smile, "I think it was the same tailor that shaped us both." M'Murchy was a superior piper, and a good poet, but was grieved that the Duke did not take notice of him, and that he did not play "Fir Chinntyre" also. They marched to Falkirk, but were not in time to join in the battle, it being over before they reached. Prince Charles being victorious, they went into a church, which the Highlanders surrounded, coming in with their clothes dyed with blood, and crying out," Massacre them." One of the Highlanders addressed them in Gaelic, and said that although they came forward, it was against their inclination to fight against Prince Charles, being forced by the proprietors, and hoped they would be treated with civility. The address had the desired effect. They were made prisoners, but were shortly after set at liberty, and when they came home amused their friends with an account of their adventures.

The proprietors of Kintyre mustered men in their different districts, whom they named the Kintyre Men, or "Fir Chinntire," in order to oppose Prince Charles, partly on account of his religion (they all being Protestants), and partly on account of their allegiance to the reigning King, lest they would lose their lands, should the King's party be successful in bringing down the rebellion, which was very likely would be accomplished. Yet the people of Kintyre, in general, spake with enthusiasm of the Prince, that he was legitimately the sole heir of the crown of Scotland, and often celebrated his fame in song, and many a song was composed in his favour; but as his adventures are already published, and become a matter of history, I shall confine myself to what has not been published, but what I have heard and seen from other sources.

I remember to have seen, nearly sixty years ago, two old men of about eighty years of age, begging their bread from door to door. They were not natives of Kintyre, but came from the North Highlands, they fought on opposite sides in all the battles of the Rebellion in 1745. When these old men met in any house, they amused the people very much with their debates about Prince Charles and his cause.

The name of Prince Charles's man was L. A., and the name of his opponent was B. R.

I will give you a specimen of their angry debate:

L. A.-"Do you remember the Battle of Falkirk ?"

B. R.-"I do; but you came down upon us like furies, before we got right in order to receive you, with your bare swords, like the mountain torrents."

L. A.-"Yes, we drove you away like frightened sheep in ten minutes. We drew up in the form of a semi-circle, ducked your fire, got up, discharged our guns at you, and then, like lightning, made at you with our swords, crying out, Cuir an ruaig air fir mam brigis' (Chase away the men of the breeches), and we chased you far away in grand style,

leaving many of your companions sleeping in their shoes on the battle

field."

B. R.-" .-"You need not boast of your success; you made nothing of it, but brought trouble and misery upon yourselves. And should you be successful in putting the crown on Charles Stuart, you might expect to be used under him, as your forefathers were under his predecessors, in persecuting the faithful, and ruling his subjects as slaves. You did not take the Castle of Edinburgh."

L.A. "We took the city of Edinburgh and the Royal palace. We had no time to take the castle, as we hurried on to meet you under Johnnie Cope at Prestonpans; and we did meet you, and gave you a sound drubbing on that day, our pipers playing Hey, Johnnie Coup, are you wauken yet?'

B. R." You came round the morass before daylight, under a guide, as cowards, and attacked us in the morning before we were aware of your coming that way. But, remember Culloden we scattered you like chaff before the wind on that day, and put an end to you; your Prince hiding himself, a fugitive and vagabond, from place to place, till he got to France, and never would venture back again."

L. A.—“ We did not get fair-play on that day, or we would have blown you up like dust in the air.”

Such were the contendings of these old men, retaining their early impressions, fain to throw off the load of age and act their young encounters; and it was difficult at times to prevent them from fighting their battles o'er again.

(To be continued.)

LAKES PHARAOH AND BRANT.

September 20th.-We were all up betimes this morning; and, as soon as breakfast was over, Taylor started off on foot with his dog, for our destination-Lake Pharaoh. I followed in the buggy soon after, with one of the Saxtons, and a powerful-looking old deerhound, who had seen a good deal of service, and went by the name of Plato. It was a very rough road, and we travelled the six miles to the foot of the lake at a slow pace. Here the road came to an end, and we stopped at the boarding-house, which was the only habitation to be seen. The lake was in front of us, perhaps a couple of miles long, and varying in breadth from a quarter to half-a-mile, surrounded by tree-clad hills, and in the midst of wild, savage scenery. The house was kept by a man of the name of Albert Rand and his wife, who had only been there six months, and who were earning a small livelihood by giving board and lodging to some of the people who work at the saw-mill and lumber trade. At the present moment they are pretty "throng," as there are a number of men boarding at the establishment who are engaged in cleaning out the stream which issues from the lake, in order to fit it for the logs to float down. I have got a very small, but comfortable, room, and find the mistress of the house a well-spoken, civil, obliging woman. The food is naturally of a very simple description, and con