. The land of heather . did not pausein any of the large towns, but kept on until I reachedthe secluded hamlet of Drumtochty, among the hills afew miles beyond Perth. There I made my home forseveral weeks in the cottage of the village shoemaker. A wide-spreading farm and grazing district lay roundabout, and the Highlands were not far distant. Indeed,their outlying bulwarks were always in sight, rising inblue ridges that cut ragged lines into the sky alongthe north. Drumtochty, or the clachan, as it wasfamiliarly called by the natives, was the central vil-lage of the region. It was situated on
. The land of heather . did not pausein any of the large towns, but kept on until I reachedthe secluded hamlet of Drumtochty, among the hills afew miles beyond Perth. There I made my home forseveral weeks in the cottage of the village shoemaker. A wide-spreading farm and grazing district lay roundabout, and the Highlands were not far distant. Indeed,their outlying bulwarks were always in sight, rising inblue ridges that cut ragged lines into the sky alongthe north. Drumtochty, or the clachan, as it wasfamiliarly called by the natives, was the central vil-lage of the region. It was situated on a long slope,or strath, that swept gently downward to where asudden declivity marked the verge of a winding, half-wooded ravine, in the depths of which flowed a smallriver. Aside from the clachan on the strath, habitationswere much scattered. They consisted mostly of neigh-borless farmhouses, and a few lonely shepherds cot-tages on the borders of the moors. In the midst ofan imposing grove a mile or two from the village. A Rural Hamlet 3 stood the big decayed mansion of Logie House,reminiscent of days not very remote, when the districthad its own local lairds; but at present resident gentrywere entirely lacking. There was, however, a shooting-lodge, at the head of a wild ravine up toward the hills,to which the aristocracy resorted in the season ; and Iought to mention Trinity College, on a high terrace, inplain sight from the clachan, just over the river, itsbrown walls and pinnacles rising above its environingtrees, like some ancient castle. The college clock couldbe plainly heard when it tolled the hours, and the col-lege bells made pleasant music chiming for eveningservice. But it was only by sight and sound thatTrinity College had any connection with the life of thepeople who dwelt in its vicinity; for while they werestrenuous Presbyterians, the school was strictly Epis-copal, and the pupils all came from a distance. The low stone houses of the clachan were built intwo para
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