These sheep must lead a hard life during
the winter; for they are never fed nor sheltered.
The day was sunless, and very uncomfortably cold; and we were not sorry
to walk whenever the steepness of the road gave us cause. I do not
remember what o'clock it was, but not far into the afternoon, when we
reached the Baillie Nicol-Jarvie Inn at Aberfoyle; a scene which is much
more interesting in the pages of Rob Roy than we found it in reality.
Here we got into a sort of cart, and set out, over another hill-path, as
dreary as or drearier than the last, for the Trosachs. On our way, we
saw Ben Venue, and a good many other famous Bens, and two or three lochs;
and when we reached the Trosachs, we should probably have been very much
enraptured if our eyes had not already been weary with other mountain
shapes. But, in truth, I doubt if anybody ever does really see a
mountain, who goes for the set and sole purpose of seeing it. Nature
will not let herself be seen in such cases. You must patiently bide her
time; and by and by, at some unforeseen moment, she will quietly and
suddenly unveil herself, and for a brief space allow you to look right
into the heart of her mystery.
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