The view from this remarkable group of mountains—the most remarkable by
far in the island—differs much from any other with which I am acquainted.
The impressions at first are all very confused, and some time is required
to resolve into distinct pictures the wondrous panorama before you.
We have stood upon Skiddaw, where everything is clear, distinct, and
palpable in distance and form; on Ben Lomond, where the far-stretch of
perspective over lakes, rivers, and plains, is like a first lesson in
painting; on Ben Lawers, where the eye sweeps rapidly over well known,
familiar objects, spots of wood, glen, and mansion; on Ben Nevis, where
you fancy yourself in mid-air, every object is so separate and apart,
and so disposed the whole you are looking on, that the view is all
_downward_ upon the picture. But here, these dark giant masses crowd as
it were against you. There is a struggle for the post of elevation. You
are highest, no doubt of that; but so jealous all are these proud somber
peaks, that every one seems to overlook, though yet actually beneath,
the broad ample table-head of the center of the group. Sometimes one is
tempted to leap across the narrow dells of separation, and at once master
the geology of the district, so near seems every hill-top as almost to be
touched. But as you approach their several positions, expanding valleys,
deep fathomless chasms, and the channels of noble rivers, bar farther
approach, and attest the wide, independent domains of each. They are
monarchs every one of them—Brae-Riach, Cairn-Toul, Cairn-Gorm, Ben-Avon,
Ben-y-Bourd—each holds his own regal court, over tarn, lake, and stream;
torrents, cataracts, and all the appurtenances of the boldest mountain
scenery.
After one has time to gather up his thoughts and perceptions, the scene
resolves itself, still indeed as of one whole, but of distinct component
parts. In the far distance you attempt in vain to number the peaks that
everywhere rise against the sky line; but more closely around, five or
six summits are seen to spring from a single root; a common circumference
marks out the limits of the group; and, by no unreasonable liberty with
the imagination, you easily replace the old materials into the vacant
interstices, before the water had begun its work of abrasion, or the
earthquake coming to its assistance shivered their solid rounded forms
into these hideous, precipitous gorges and chasms. The great hills here
stand, every one of them, upward of four thousand feet above the level
of the sea; and when entire, one aggregated whole, as possibly they
originally were, the center mass may have towered thousands more into the
overhanging firmament. The scene is utterly unmatched, as it cannot be
described, by any other in Great Britain: and make your ascent when you
may, there are sights and objects to be met with at every step, in every
salient dell, that will cause you evermore to rejoice you commenced your
travels among the Aiguilles of Ben-Muich-Dhui.
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