I.

The land of the covenants.

All history is interesting and much of it is inspiring.  Scotland furnishes a large measure of that quality of history, that awakens the soul, and appeals to the faculties by which life is transfigured with moral grandeur.

History yields its best results when we use our best powers in pursuing its paths.  Let the creative genius, a healthy imagination, be employed restoring the scenes of former times, mingling with the people and participating in their high endeavors; then will the quiet page of history become a world of thrilling activity.  In this manner let us here endeavor to follow the chain of events which gave Scotland two Reformations and a Revolution.  Let us keep our horizon wide by resuscitating the former generations and associating with the Covenanted fathers, who, in their faithfulness to God and loyalty to Jesus Christ, were like the burning bush, enswirled with fire but not consumed.

Scotland—­the very name awakens fondest memories, revives holiest scenes, makes dearest associations throb with life.  Scotland—­charming in her romances of love, mighty in her struggles for freedom, pathetic in her sufferings for Christ, and glorious in her oft-renewed covenant with God—­Scotland in many respects is incomparable among the nations.  The Covenanted Church of Scotland, coming up from the wilderness leaning upon her Beloved in holy dependence and dauntless faith, while heaven looks down with admiration—­how beautiful, how instructive, how inspiring!

Extending from the north boundary of England, Scotland thrusts her rocky shores with rugged irregularity into the deep sea on three sides.  Her granite cliffs, resisting the ceaseless waves, teach her people the lesson of constant vigilance and unconquerable courage.

In this country the summer days are long and delightful, the echoes of good-night linger till the voice of good-morning may be heard.  The days almost touch each other, twilight scarcely leaves the sky.  The winter reverses the order, making the path of the sun short and, bringing it down close to the hilltops.  The storm loves the long night; the winds rise and sift the treasures of hail and snow over mountain and meadow.

[Illustration:  In the highlands

In visiting the places of deepest interest to Covenanters, the journey in our day may be made with little fatigue and much comfort.  This makes the wanderings of the persecuted Covenanters to appear in pathetic contrast which touches the heart with sadness.  The scene presented here is Loch Lubnaig nestling in the bosom of the highlands.  The view is charming, especially while the historic events are revived by a guide like Rev John McDonald, B D, who is here seen in the motor car, accompanied by Mrs McDonald and Mrs McFeeters.]