Historical memoirs of Rob Roy and the Clan Macgregor

296 NOTICES OF LADY GRANGE.
their progress, and frequently obliged them to
take shelter under the bold headlands that jut
into the lake. After much labour, they arrived
in the evening at a wretched hamlet on its banks.
Here their accommodation was infinitely more
miserable than any they had yet met with ; but
they had no alternative, for it was impossible to
proceed, and equally impossible to remain in the
boat. Though they were within a house, it
could not afford them a bed, scarcely a seat, and
no victuals to allay their hunger. Lady Grange,
having now given herself up to despair, regarded
not the condition of so savage a habitation. She
often looked around, and had it not been from
the colour of the people, she could as readily
have persuaded herself that she was in Africa, or
the wilds of America, as in any part of her native
country.
After a tedious and disagreeable night, morn-
ing at length arrived, and they again betook
them to their boat. The wind had now ceased,
and they soon landed at the extremity of the
lake ; but the road was so bad, and the lady so
weak, that the guides and boatmen were obliged
to carry her in their arms to castle Tirum, a
distance of three miles, where they expected to
find a vessel to take her on board, and convey