Aberfoyle

Oh, absolutely.

Canton mentions the earlier Gaelic translator, the Reverend Robert Kirk of Aberfoyle, who worked on an edition way back in 1690.

Reverend Kirk is a legendary figure in Scottish folklore.

He was a scholar, but he was deeply immersed in the local belief systems.

The noble stag was pausing now Upon the mountain's southern brow, Where broad extended, far beneath, The varied realms of fair Menteith.

With anxious eye he wandered o'er Mountain and meadow, moss and moor, And pondered refuge from his toil By far Loch Ard or Aberfoyle.

But nearer was the copsewood grey That waved and wept on Loch Achray, And mingled with the pine-trees blue On the bold cliffs of Benvenue.

Fresh vigour with the hope returned With flying foot the heath he spurned, Held westward with unwearied race, And left behind the panting chase.