Kings & rulers > More leaves from the journal of a life in the Highlands from 1862 to 1882

147
small town—one long street like Dufftown—which is
inhabited chiefly by a fishing population, and was ex¬
tremely prettily decorated with heather and flowers,
and where there were many triumphal arches with
Gaelic inscriptions (which I annex) and some very
pretty English ones.
‘ ‘ Ar Buidheachas do ’n Bhuadhaich. ”
“Our gratitude to Victoria,”
“Na h-uile lath chi’s nach fhaic, slainte duibh ’is solas”
“Health and happiness, far or near.”
(Literally—“Every day see we you, or see we not,
health to you and happiness. ”)
“Ceud mile failte do Chattaobh. ”
“A hundred thousand welcomes to Sutherland.”
“Failte do ’n laith Buidhe. ”
“Hail to the lucky day.”
“Better lo’ed you canna’ be;
Will you no come back again?”
' Everywhere the loyalty and enthusiasm were very
great. In about ten minutes we were at Dunrobin
Castle. Coming suddenly upon it as one does, or
rather driving down to it, it has a very fine imposing
appearance with its very high roof and turrets, a
mixture of an old Scotch castle and French chateau.
Constance Westminster (the Marchioness of Westminster,
the Duke’s youngest sister) was at the door, and Annie
Sutherland’s little girl in the hall, which is, as also the
staircase, all of stone, with a sort of gallery going round
10*