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Canto i
For twice that day, from shore to shore,
The gallant stag swam stoutly o’er.
Few were the stragglers, following far,
That reach’d the lake of Yennachar;1
And when the Brigg of Turk was won,1
The headmost horseman rode alone.
Alone, hut with unhated zeal,
That horseman plied the scourge and steel;
For jaded now, and spent with toil,
Emboss’d with foam, and dark with soil,
the pass of Leny; the other from Loeh-Katrine, by Loch Achray
and Loch Vennachar, unite at Callender; and the river thus
formed thenceforth takes the name of Teith. Hence the desig¬
nation of the territory of Menteith.\
1 [“Loch Yennachar, a beautiful expanse of water, of about
five miles in length, by a mile and a half in breadth.”—Graham.]
2 [“About a mile above Loch Yennachar, the approach (from
the east) to the Brigg, or Bridge of Turk (the scene of the death
of a wild-boar famous in Celtic tradition), leads to the summit
of an eminence, where there bursts upon the traveller’s eye a
sudden and wide prospect of the windings of the river that issues
from Loch Achray, with that sweet lake itself in front; the gent¬
ly rolling river pursues its serpentine course through an exten¬
sive meadow ; at the west end of the lake on the side of Aber-
foyle, is situated the delightful farm of Achray, the level field, a
denomination justly due to it, when considered in contrast with
the rugged rocks and mountains which surround it. From this
eminence are to be seen also, on the right hand, the entrance to
Glenfinlas, and in the distance Benvenue.’’—Graham.]