Of mind and courage stout,
Wallace’s true Achates,
Here lies Sir John the Graham,
Felled by the English Baties.
On our left, looking north, we get a sight of what was in former years called the “Moor Toll,” near to which the Carron rises, which we ourselves will soon cross in the valley. This veritable “lodge in the wilderness” has been a welcome sight to many a weary traveller from either side of the hill on a stormy night, and many a dreary winter day “Honest Peter,” the carrier, and his horse, were glad when they got this length.
Hitherto we have only been looking at things within easy reach of us, but we are not allowed to forget long that we have scenery here which equals any to be had, it might almost be said, in any part of Scotland. Looking to the north-west we have a view of country before us
Where broad extended, far beneath,
The varied realms of fair Menteith.
The stretch of country lying before us from Port of Menteith round by Aberfoyle, taking in Fintry, Buchlyvie, Balfron, Gartmore, with the majestic Ben Lomond and a host of other hills, is a sight not to be forgotten. Certainly no such beautiful panorama of hill and dale is to be seen within the same distance from Glasgow.