An artist who came here is said to have thrown away his pencil in despair; but it is still more difficult to give a description of the place in words.  Having selected a spot for anchoring, with the help of a fisherman who acted as our pilot, we pulled on shore, and making our way over about four hundred yards of rock by the side of a small stream, we reached the dark fresh water Loch Coruisk, round which rose a circle of gigantic barren mountains of purple hue.  On this side the sun was shining brightly, lighting up the pointed crags, while the other was thrown into the deepest shade.