Historical memoirs of Rob Roy and the Clan Macgregor

292 NOTICES OF LADY GRANGE.
They accordingly stopped at the door of this
house, the landlord of which came out to salute
and welcome them, though he knew not who
they were.
In it Lady Grange passed the most agreeable
night since her departure from home ; and she
would willingly have remained, as the people
were kind, and seemed to feel for her situa-
tion, the true nature of which they did not know.
But an arduous part of their journey was still to
be accomplished, and they left their host with
thanks for his kindness.
The lofty and barren mountains of Glencoe
now rose around them in awful magnificence ;
and frowning in gloomy silence, their rugged
peaks seemed ready to fall, and entomb the pas-
senger. Rocks rising on rocks, towered to a
height which the eye could scarcely survey ;
while through the fissures, produced by the in-
cessant streams of ages, poured the foaming
cataracts of the mountains. There vegetation
was almost unknown, a few stunted shrubs hav-
ing shot out their feeble branches from the
mountain's brow, as if denied the growth of
maturity. Some straggling goats, browsing on
the scanty herbage, appeared amazed at the
sight of human beings, while the screams of the