FORES. CALDER. FORT GEORGE

We went forwards the same day to Fores, the town to which Macbeth was

travelling, when he met the weird sisters in his way. This to an

Englishman is classic ground. Our imaginations were heated, and our

thoughts recalled to their old amusements.

We had now a prelude to the Highlands. We began to leave fertility and

culture behind us, and saw for a great length of road nothing but heath;

yet at Fochabars, a seat belonging to the duke of Gordon, there is an

orchard, which in Scotland I had never seen before, with some timber

trees, and a plantation of oaks.

At Fores we found good accommodation, but nothing worthy of particular

remark, and next morning entered upon the road, on which Macbeth heard

the fatal prediction; but we travelled on not interrupted by promises of

kingdoms, and came to Nairn, a royal burgh, which, if once it flourished,

is now in a state of miserable decay; but I know not whether its chief

annual magistrate has not still the title of Lord Provost.

At Nairn we may fix the verge of the Highlands; for here I first saw peat

fires, and first heard the Erse language. We had no motive to stay

longer than to breakfast, and went forward to the house of Mr. Macaulay,

the minister who published an account of St. Kilda, and by his direction

visited Calder Castle, from which Macbeth drew his second title. It has

been formerly a place of strength. The drawbridge is still to be seen,

but the moat is now dry. The tower is very ancient: Its walls are of

great thickness, arched on the top with stone, and surrounded with

battlements. The rest of the house is later, though far from modern.

We were favoured by a gentleman, who lives in the castle, with a letter

to one of the officers at Fort George, which being the most regular

fortification in the island, well deserves the notice of a traveller, who

has never travelled before. We went thither next day, found a very kind

reception, were led round the works by a gentleman, who explained the use

of every part, and entertained by Sir Eyre Coote, the governour, with

such elegance of conversation as left us no attention to the delicacies

of his table.

Of Fort George I shall not attempt to give any account. I cannot

delineate it scientifically, and a loose and popular description is of

use only when the imagination is to be amused. There was every where an

appearance of the utmost neatness and regularity. But my suffrage is of

little value, because this and Fort Augustus are the only garrisons that

I ever saw.

We did not regret the time spent at the fort, though in consequence of

our delay we came somewhat late to Inverness, the town which may properly

be called the capital of the Highlands. Hither the inhabitants of the

inland parts come to be supplied with what they cannot make for

themselves: Hither the young nymphs of the mountains and valleys are sent

for education, and as far as my observation has reached, are not sent in

vain.

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