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TO JOHN O' GROAT'S: II 71camping-ground at the shooting-box at Lochmore,where we were handsomely treated. It wasthe last day of May, and we had travelled in thecourse of the month from the extreme South ofScotland to the North-West corner, a distanceof 410 miles. I do not travel to make records,but I think, taking the country and the roads intoconsideration, that that one might be rather hardto beat. And now the coast was only six milesdistant.But again we failed.We had only a mile anda half to go when, just short of Laxford Bridge,we were confronted by a last barrier that pulledus up. Had it not been a question of returningbut whenthe same way we might have done it,I went forward to prospect I found the hill uponthe farther side not only steep and narrow, butwith a broad patch ofnaked rock in the worstMypart of it that gave no sort of foothold. . . .Partner returned with SIEGLINDA to Lochmorewhile I walked on to Scourie, a distance ofseven miles, for supplies.That part of the roadis a sort of synopsis of all that is wildest, mosthopeless and unprofitable in the county of Sutherland.It is a black forbidding gorge, a longforgottenland of rock and crag and dark, repellentlochs. If I am ever blind of half an eye