At the Linn of Muick, a crowd had already gathered to greet the Queen and her party in their conveyances. Riding Steady alongside the fast-flowing river, Faro saw that the floor of the glen was in deep gloom, the sun dipping behind the tops of the mountains. The air was suddenly chilly. Cheers rose from the tenants drawn either by the activity ahead or by the proximity of the Queen. They lined the banks, the men bowing, removing bonnets, the women curtseying as the Queen rode past, her daughter at her side in her favourite open carriage, the 'sociable', with Brown on the box. When she had descended, a hand on his arm, he led her to a vantage point from which she could have an uninterrupted view of the proceedings. The fishermen were already positioned awaiting the signal. The shout went up: 'Let the leistering begin.' The word was passed along the river bank. The assembled tenants and fishermen waded into the water, poking under the stones to dislodge lurking salmon, while others waved torches back and forth to attract the fish to the surface.
