yacht to pass through
it. It was on the banks of the river Lochy that a body of King George's
soldiers first encountered the Macdonnells of Glengarry, who were up in
arms for Charles Edward, when the former, being greatly overpowered, had
to yield themselves prisoners.

Soon after entering the lake, we came off the house of Achnacarry, the
mansion of Lochiel, on the northern side. The mountains on the south
side extended nearly the whole distance of the lake without any break,
while those on the other are rent by numerous gullies. The ground,
though covered with heather, had few trees to ornament it. We were
quite sorry when, in about an hour and a half, we had again to enter the
canal, which quickly carried us into the small, pretty Loch Oich. We
passed two or three islets decked with trees, which greatly embellish
them. On the north side the mountains of Glengarry shot up in a
succession of high and bold peaks. Below them is the castle of
Invergarry, standing on a rock overlooking the waters of the loch.

The last Glengarry who claimed to be the Lord of the Isles, instead of
Lord Macdonald of Sleat, resided here, and did his utmost to keep up the
recollection of former days by his mode of life. On his death his
property was bought by Lord Ward.

We passed a curious monument raised by the last Glengarry over what is
known as the "Well of the Seven Heads." It consists of a pyramid, with
seven human heads carved in stone placed on the summit. The story is
that two sons of Keppoch, a branch of the Macdonalds, having been sent
to be educated in France, their affairs were managed by seven brothers,
who, on the return of the young men, murdered them, in order that they
might continue in possession of their property. The old family bard,
discovering the bloody act, applied to the Glengarry of those days for
assistance; and having been furnished with a body of men, caught the
assassins, and cut off their heads, which, after having washed in the
spring, he presented to the noble chief in Glengarry Castle.

Just before leaving Loch Oich we passed Aberchalder, an
unpretending-looking house, where the forces of Prince Charles assembled
before crossing Corryarrick. We soon reached Fort Augustus, when we
descended by some locks into Loch Ness, where, on account of the depth
of water, we had to anchor close to the shore, with warps made fast to
some trees, to prevent our drifting away. As there was nothing to see
at