About the middle of the afternoon I reached the summit of the two watersheds, where a horse's hoof might so dam a balancing stream as to send it southward into the Tay or northward into the Moray Firth.

Soon a rivulet welled out in the latter direction with a decided current.

It was the Spey.

A few miles brought me suddenly into a little, glorious world of beauty.
The change of theatrical sceneries could hardly have produced a more sudden and striking contrast than this presented to the wild, cold, dark waste through which I had been travelling for a day.

It was Strathspey; and I doubt if there is another view in Scotland, of the same dimensions, to equal it.