below you. Donich commands the best view of Ardgoil, being situated far enough to the west to command a view of the chain of hills which runs from the Brack southwards. The ascent from Lochgoilhead is considerably shorter than that from Arrochar, and a little steeper. In an interesting book, "Our Western Hills: how to reach them; and the views from their summits," by a Glasgow pedestrian (1892), there is an account of the ascent of Donich from Lochgoilhead and a description of the view. Portions of Lochs Fyne, Awe, Long, Gare, and Goil can be seen, the mouth of the Clyde, and away to the open sea, Arran and Ailsa Craig; to the north-west, we saw Cruachan and the hills of Mull, Scarba, and Colonsay. Away to the north the Glasgow pedestrian mentions "Lui, Chaluim, More, Stobinian, Heskernich, Ghaordie, Lawers, Schiehallion,* Lomond," and to these I would add Ben Nevis (over forty miles away as the crow flies), Carn Mor Dearg, &c., Clachlet, Stob Ghabhar, Ben Voirlich, Stuc a' Chroin, Ochils--not a bad list for a hill under 3,000 feet. We were here on the 28th October 1911, and the day was such a glorious one that we left our rucksacks, and even our coats, at the col, making the ascent of Donich in our shirtsleeves. Back we now came on our tracks, and in thirty-five minutes we were at the col once more. Going a few feet down the glen (Allt Coire Odhair) we struck a burn, where we made tea; then instead of striking straight for the summit of the Brack we skirted round the hill's northern flank, passing an undercut rock en route, which we ascended; rough sheep tracks led us into a shallow corrie, and we found ourselves at the foot of those cliffs which are plainly seen from Glen Croe. We went close up to the start of the Elephant Gully,† but as the sides of the Elephant were plastered with ice, and we could not find his tail (ie., we had no rope), we went back a few yards and scrambled up an open gully, and were soon on our second top for the day, Ben Brack (2580.5 feet), (cairn five feet high, well * I think this impossible. + See S.M.C.J., Vol. xii., pp. 209-214. made). On some of the older maps the name appears as Ben Unack. The view from here is also most extensive, although Donich shut out from us a good deal of country to the north-west. Ben Nevis is seen more distinctly than from Donich. There is more water in the near foreground— most of Loch Long and a bit of Loch Lomond. The three peaks of the Cobbler on the other side of Glen Croe stand out prominently. Most of the hills seen from Donich can again be seen from the Brack, and Ben Chonzie, among others, can be added to the list. From our lofty perch we looked down on the narrow white strip which denoted the road in Glen Croe, and two or three vivid green patches caused our eyes to rest for a moment on the white walls of the homestead, the labour of whose occupants maintained these oases. Ben Brack throws out a great shoulder to the east, and very rough and rugged his shoulder is. Fronting Glen Croe are a number of rocky faces on which scrambling can be had as suits the fancy, and some good sized holes, twenty or more feet deep, will be found among the boulders. Sheep get into these occasionally; but there is no reason why, with ordinary care, the human variety of that breed should follow suit. Our course, however, heads south, and if we are to cover the ground and get in before nightfall we must hurry on. Not too fast, though, or we shall find ourselves in difficulties. The direct route on these hills ends invariably in an impossible cliff face. We must swing either to our right or left, the right for preference. Our next hill, Cnoc Coinnich, does not look far away. Thirty minutes from the cairn and we were at the col (1,599 feet). Another twenty minutes over rough moor and we were under a rocky face with one deep-cut gully. Keeping this on our right, we used our hands once or twice, and another ten minutes found us on the summit of the Cnoc (2,497 feet) (one or two stones serve as a cairn). From here, if I remember rightly, Carn Mor Dearg can be seen, but not Ben Nevis himself. If time permit the wanderer will be well rewarded if he descend the gently sloping hillside due east for some 500 feet, when he will find himself on the edge of a cliff looking down on as tangled a mass of boulders as can be seen anywhere in Scotland. Titans must have fought here, slinging masses of rock like boys do pebbles. Some are 60 feet high, and are quite inaccessible to those who cannot get up, and there will not be many who can. Geologists tell us that this is the scene of a landslip.* It must have been on a scale beside which the landslip in Glen Croe early this year was an extremely trifling matter. Creeping round their bases, up over the smaller ones piled in rich confusion, we go warily, as to a solitary traveller a false step might mean imprisonment and an enforced hunger-strike. A descent can be made through this boulder-strewn area, appropriately called Garbh (The Rough), down to Coilessan Farm, or the ridge can be easily regained at the col between the Cnoc and Ben Reithe, our next summit. From the summit of the Cnoc to Ben Reithe is another semicircular sweep, twenty minutes to the grassy col (1,732 feet), and another twenty-five minutes over rough, hummocky ground, on which one course is as good as another, and we reach a well-formed little cairn (2,141 feet). This is not on the actual summit, which is some 160 yards north of the cairn (2,144 feet): a few yards on the ridge drops steeply, bear away to the right, and at another drop again to the right. Skirting this second drop we pulled up short, below us-one could have dropped a stone on him-was a grandly antlered deer. He saw us, but without haste he quietly, with proudly poised head and inimitable grace of form and motion, passed away down the hillside-a living symbol of strength and beauty. As we did not know there were any deer in Ardgoil, our surprise and pleasure at seeing this fine stag were the greater. Our hills were now getting lower and closer together. The Bealach, just to the north of the Saddle, is called Bealach na Diollaide (1,352 feet). The Saddle, a black rocky summit, did not look far off, and thirty-five minutes found us on its summit (1,704 feet). Here were two small |