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. Probably the most pleasing features in the immediate neighbourhood are the valley of the Endrick and of the Carron which almost touch each other at the farm house straight down from us. We see the Endrick on its way to the famous “Loup of Fintry,” just a little to the west of Sir John de Graham’s old castle, where it falls over a precipitous rock of more than 60 feet in height, forming a cataract of great beauty. In a “loup,” a “spout,” or “fall” of water there is a great variety of opinion as to what makes it specially remarkable. Some desire a flood of water, others a silvery veil of falling mist, others would have grand natural surroundings. The truth is that a cataract, like a human face, depends a great deal on its surroundings. It is a mistake to go to a waterfall with a measuring line and judge it by height, and breadth, and volume alone. There are comparatively trifling cascades, which, by virtue of their natural position and the sweet and sylvan scenery of their home, are far more attractive than a vaster flood of water filling a greater depth amid tame scenic circumstances. Let our climber make a nearer acquaintance with the “Loup of Fintry,” either to-day or on some other occasion, and he will see what good reason the natives have for their praise of Strathendrick. From its first beginning to its fall into Loch Lomond the Endrick is a thing of beauty, having in its course many a lovely and picturesque scene.