Men of Muscle, and the Highland Games of Scotland, etc.

ALEXANDER M'CULLOCH, OF OBAN. T HERE is no more pleasing, or popular figure at High– land gatherings than "Sandy" M'Culloch. He is full of life and gaiety, and his hearty laugh is like a tonic to a bilious pilgrim. It seems peculiar, but men and places sometimes become so closely connected as to be almost inseparable. We remember reading somewhere of an individual, who, whenever he felt the smell of woodbine or sweetbriar, had a vision of a little dale in his native county. "Sandy" M'Culloch and the Helensburgh games are allied in our mind in a like manner. The weather at that gather– ing has been simply superb on every occasion, and "Sandy's" big, honest, smiling face and Larchfield Park, with its trees and sunshine, call up recollections of the most happy and pleasing nature ; recollections of innocent yet manly sport without a discordant note to mar the harmony. The gathering itself is young, and M'Culloch has not com– peted every year, yet it is big "Sandy" we think of when that gathering is mentioned. M'Culloch is a Highlander, red, rosy, and robust, 6 feet 3 inches in his boots, and 16 stone stripped. Gaelic is his mother tongue, and although he can speak good broad Scots, his accent plainly shows he would much prefer to put his thoughts into the language of the Gael. M'Culloch was born in the little island of Kerrera, near Oban, in 1864, so that he is now 36 years of age. His principal feat is throw– ing the hammer, although he can also win prizes at tossing the caber, wrestling, and putting the ball. M 'Culloch has some extraordinary throws, but unfortunately, the ground 59