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ever direction we look. A waste is also a contrast with the
city, but it leaves little to love and only uniformity to hate.
Margact. — What do I see .' a monument ; is there some-
thing here to be remembered .^
Cameron. — Yes, much ; we have had our remarkable men
here. You may be tired of the sons of Uisnach, even although
they hunted here, but you will wonder at Duncan Maclntyre,
or Donnachadh Ban, white Donald, who was born in this glen
at Druimliaghart. Fie died about 1812, an old man, who
had spent much of the latter part of his life as one of the city
guard or police of Edinburgh. There he made his poems.
He had in his strongest days been forester in Coire Chea-
thaich and on Ben Dorain, and also on Buachail Eite. We shall
see these places, and I will give you a specimen of his poetry.
Many people love the name of Maclntyre, and I like to give
away copies of his poemis. We ought here to have Professor
Blackie to translate the poem on Glenorchy, but as he has
not done it I will tell you in prose a part of what it says : — ■
GLENORCHY.
"A glen, warm sheltered.
Where very well grows the cornfood green.
Where there are the fields —
And where the corn is planted.
(Rich) branchy corn will grow there,
As soft and white as curds,
Strong, nourishing, and juicy,
Heavy, fruitful, full and thick.
We were happy there in winter,
At the wedding we had our sport,
Of the flowing pipe the music would not let us tire ;