ABSTRACT
The day after the departure of Helen, Wallace, to indulge the impatience of his royal companion, set forth to meet the returning steps of Ruthven with his gathered legions. Having passed along the romantic borders of Invermay, the friends descended to the more precipitous banks of the Earn at the foot of the Grampians, and wound amongst the depths of those green labyrinths, till Bruce, who had never been in such mountainous wilds before, exclaimed, that they must have wandered far from any human track. 'The way is as familiar to me,' returned Wallace, who had often trodden it, 'as the garden of Hunting-tower.'
