CHAPTER XVII.
LOCH LEVEN-ITS ISLANDCASTLE--STRATHS--PERTH--SALMON-BREEDING-- THOUGHTS ON FISH-FARMING--DUNKELD--BLAIR ATHOLL--DUCAL TREE-PLANTER- -STRATHSPEY AND ITS SCENERY--THE ROADS--SCOTCH CATTLE AND SHEEP-- NIGHT IN A WAYSIDE COTTAGE--ARRIVAL AT INVERNESS.
On Friday, Sept.

11th, I left for the north the morning after my arrival in Edinburgh, hoping to finish my long walk before the rainy season commenced.

My old friend and host accompanied me across the Forth, by the Granton Ferry, and walked with me for some distance on the other side; then bidding me God-speed, he returned to the city.
The weather was fine, and the farmers were very busy at work.

A vast quantity of grain, especially of oats, was cut and ready for carting; but little of it had been ricked in consequence of frequent showers.

I noticed that they used a different snath for their scythes here from that common in England.