n a rapture.

I am rather glad that you have got the next door, as the locality is
highly respectable. Tell Hen that I copied the Runic stone on the Castle
Hill, Edinburgh. It was brought from Denmark in the old time. The
inscription is imperfect, but I can read enough of it to see that it was
erected by a man to his father and mother. I again write the direction
for your next: _George Borrow_, _Esq._, _Post Office_, _Tobermory_, _Isle
of Mull_, _Scotland_.

God bless you and Hen.

Ever yours,
GEORGE BORROW.

LETTER VIII.

FORT AUGUSTUS,
_Sunday_, _October_ 7_th_, [1858].

DEAR CARRETA,

I write a line lest you should be uneasy. Before leaving the Highlands I
thought I would see a little more about me. So last week I set on a four
days' task, a walk of a hundred miles. I returned here late last
Thursday night. I walked that day forty-five miles; during the first
twenty the rain poured in torrents, and the wind blew in my face. The
last seventeen miles were in the dark. To-morrow I proceed towards Mull.

I hope that you got my letters, and that I shall find something from you
awaiting me at the post office. The first day I passed over Corryarrick,
a mountain 3000 feet high. I was nearly up to my middle in snow. As
soon as I had passed it I was on Badenoch. The road on the farther side
was horrible, and I was obliged to wade several rivulets, one of which
was very boisterous and nearly threw me down. I wandered through a
wonderful country, and picked up a great many strange legends from the
people I met, but they were very few, the country being almost a desert,
chiefly inhabited by deer. When amidst the lower mountains I frequently
heard them blaring in the woods above me. The people at the inn here are
by far the nicest I have met; they are kind and honourable to a degree.

God bless you and Hen.
GEORGE BORROW.

Don't write again if you have written.

LETTER IX.

INVERNESS,
_November_ 7_th_, [1858].

DEAR CARRETA,

After I wrote to you