orn in America.
She was familiar with Scottish history, and with the geography of
Scotland. Our visit to Edinburgh and its environs was to her like
a return to familiar scenes. In our slow progress towards the
lakes we stopped at Callender over Sunday. After looking into the
well-filled church we started for Bracklinn bridge, made famous in
Scott's "Lady of the Lake." "Bracklinn's thundering wave" is a
beautiful cascade made at a place called the Bridge of Bracklinn,
by a mountain stream called the Keltie, about a mile from the
village of Callender, in Mentieth. Above a chasm where the brook
precipitates itself from a height of at least 50 feet, there is
thrown, for the convenience of the neighborhood, a rustic foot
bridge, of about three feet in breadth, and without ledges, which
is scarcely to be crossed by a stranger without awe and apprehension.
We were told it was but a short walk, a mile or two, but we soon
found that Scottish miles were very long. On the way we encountered
an old woman, dressed in Scotch plaid, of whom we inquired the way
to Bracklinn bridge. She pointed out the way, and in return asked
us where we lived. We told her the United States. She replied,
in language we could hardly understand, "Ah, ye maun come a lang
way to spay it." She then told us where to leave the road and how
to find the bridge. There was nothing remarkable at the bridge,
nothing to justify "But wild as Bracklinn's thundering roar," but
the genius of Sir Walter invested it with his glamour.

"It had much of glamour might
To make a lady seem a knight."

The lakes of Scotland we would call bays. The waters of the ocean
fill these deep depressions between high hills. A boat ride over
these interlocked waters was pleasing, but the views did not impress
me like the lakes in Switzerland in the midst of high mountains,
nor did they compare with the grandeur of the Yellowstone Lake,
6,000 feet above the sea, with surrounding mountains rising to the
height of 12,000 feet, and covered with snow. We were much pleased
with Scotland and its people until we arrived at Glasgow. Here we
walked about the city. It seemed to be crowded with discontented,
unhappy people, with sad faces and poorly clad. We were told not
to go into certain portions of the city, as we might be insulted.

We soon left Glasgow for Belfast and visited different parts of
Ireland, and especially the city of Cork, and Lake Killarney. The
southern