we remember receiving a distinct mental shock at finding a railway station-a kind of unhallowed spot in the midst of a sweet solitude. Fortunately dream-disturbing trains are rare. On the DunsyreAuchengray route, via Boston Cottage and a ford over the North Medwin, it is well to carry a pair of spare stockings, as we doubt whether any S.M.C. man is capable of taking the ford at a bound, and to sit in the train from Auchengray to Edinburgh with wet feet is neither comfortable nor wise. We trust many more editions will be required. Mr Smith's book has introduced the Pentlands to many readers who otherwise would have remained in ignorance of the delightful tracts of hill, moor, and glen to be had at their door, and we are proud to number him as one of the Club's original members. F. S. G. XLVI. D Scottish Mountaineering Club. Hon. President Vice-Presidents Hon. Secretary Hon. Librarian - OFFICE-BEARERS FOR 1905. THE MARQUIS OF BREADALBANE. JAMES MACLAY. JAS. W. DRUMMOND. W. INGLIS CLARK, 29 Lauder Road, Edinburgh. F. S. Goggs, 25 St Andrew Square, Edinburgh. Committee. W. W. NAISMITH. Rev. A. E. ROBERTSON. HARRY WALKER. H. RAEBURN. W. GARDEN. W. N. LING. A. W. RUSSELL. H. T. MUNRO. Sub-Committee for Club-room. The Hon. Secretary. The Hon. Editor. The Hon. Librarian (Convener). IT was without hope of a companion that I decided to utilise that anomalous holiday known as "February week" by exploring the mountains at the head of Loch Duich. They are both shapely and numerous, and with good weather might yield between ten and twenty scalps, if energetically attacked from Shiel Inn. It seemed hard to believe that a whole year ago Munro and I had plunged about in the plentiful and yielding snow-fields of the Eastern Cairngorms, still harder to realise that it was three years since I had had two strenuous days—also in February from Peebles to Tibbie's by Scrape and Broad Law, and from Tibbie's to Beattock by the summit of Ettrick Pen. The lesson was obvious, and to the effect that as time was flying I had better lose no time if the impudent embryo of an idea of rivalling "A. E. R." and "H. T. M." was to ever reach maturity. The end makes us scorn impediments; and the 4.30 A.M. train is after all not much of an infliction. It is infinitely less distracting than a visit to the dentist or a ball to a non-dancer. Far more could be "tholed" for the joy of throwing off torpor with the first glimmerings of day at Tarbet, as I did on Saturday morning, 4th February, en route for Mallaig. Even that well-known highway to XLVII. A |