Loch Lomond And Loch Katrine

: The Underground City

HARRY bore Nell carefully down the steeps of Arthur's Seat, and,

accompanied by James Starr and Jack Ryan, they reached Lambert's Hotel.

There a good breakfast restored their strength, and they began to make

further plans for an excursion to the Highland lakes.



Nell was now refreshed, and able to look boldly forth into the sunshine,

while her lungs with ease inhaled the free and healthful air. Her eyes

le
rned gladly to know the harmonious varieties of color as they rested

on the green trees, the azure skies, and all the endless shades of

lovely flowers and plants.



The railway train, which they entered at the Waverley Station, conveyed

Nell and her friends to Glasgow. There, from the new bridge across the

Clyde, they watched the curious sea-like movement of the river. After

a night's rest at Comrie's Royal Hotel, they betook themselves to the

terminus of the Edinburgh and Glasgow Railway, from whence a train would

rapidly carry them, by way of Dumbarton and Balloch, to the southern

extremity of Loch Lomond.



"Now for the land of Rob Roy and Fergus MacIvor!--the scenery

immortalized by the poetical descriptions of Walter Scott," exclaimed

James Starr. "You don't know this country, Jack?"



"Only by its songs, Mr. Starr," replied Jack; "and judging by those, it

must be grand."



"So it is, so it is!" cried the engineer, "and our dear Nell shall see

it to the best advantage."



A steamboat, the SINCLAIR by name, awaited tourists about to make the

excursion to the lakes. Nell and her companions went on board. The day

had begun in brilliant sunshine, free from the British fogs which so

often veil the skies.



The passengers were determined to lose none of the beauties of nature to

be displayed during the thirty miles' voyage. Nell, seated between James

Starr and Harry, drank in with every faculty the magnificent poetry

with which lovely Scottish scenery is fraught. Numerous small isles and

islets soon appeared, as though thickly sown on the bosom of the lake.

The SINCLAIR steamed her way among them, while between them glimpses

could be had of quiet valleys, or wild rocky gorges on the mainland.



"Nell," said James Starr, "every island here has its legend, perhaps

its song, as well as the mountains which overshadow the lake. One may,

without much exaggeration, say that the history of this country is

written in gigantic characters of mountains and islands."



Nell listened, but these fighting stories made her sad. Why all that

bloodshed on plains which to her seemed enormous, and where surely there

must have been room for everybody?



The shores of the lake form a little harbor at Luss. Nell could for a

moment catch sight of the old tower of its ancient castle. Then, the

SINCLAIR turning northward, the tourists gazed upon Ben Lomond, towering

nearly 3,000 feet above the level of the lake.



"Oh, what a noble mountain!" cried Nell; "what a view there must be from

the top!"



"Yes, Nell," answered James Starr; "see how haughtily its peak rises

from amidst the thicket of oaks, birches, and heather, which clothe the

lower portion of the mountain! From thence one may see two-thirds of old

Caledonia. This eastern side of the lake was the special abode of the

clan McGregor. At no great distance, the struggles of the Jacobites and

Hanoverians repeatedly dyed with blood these lonely glens. Over these

scenes shines the pale moon, called in old ballads 'Macfarlane's

lantern.' Among these rocks still echo the immortal names of Rob Roy and

McGregor Campbell."



As the SINCLAIR advanced along the base of the mountain, the country

became more and more abrupt in character. Trees were only scattered

here and there; among them were the willows, slender wands of which were

formerly used for hanging persons of low degree.



"To economize hemp," remarked James Starr.



The lake narrowed very much as it stretched northwards.



The steamer passed a few more islets, Inveruglas, Eilad-whow, where

stand some ruins of a stronghold of the clan MacFarlane. At length the

head of the loch was reached, and the SINCLAIR stopped at Inversnaid.



Leaving Loch Arklet on the left, a steep ascent led to the Inn of

Stronachlacar, on the banks of Loch Katrine.





There, at the end of a light pier, floated a small steamboat, named,

as a matter of course, the Rob Roy. The travelers immediately went on

board; it was about to start. Loch Katrine is only ten miles in length;

its width never exceeds two miles. The hills nearest it are full of a

character peculiar to themselves.



"Here we are on this famous lake," said James Starr. "It has been

compared to an eel on account of its length and windings: and justly so.

They say that it never freezes. I know nothing about that, but what we

want to think of is, that here are the scenes of the adventures in the

Lady of the Lake. I believe, if friend Jack looked about him carefully,

he might see, still gliding over the surface of the water, the shade of

the slender form of sweet Ellen Douglas."



"To be sure, Mr. Starr," replied Jack; "why should I not? I may just as

well see that pretty girl on the waters of Loch Katrine, as those ugly

ghosts on Loch Malcolm in the coal pit."



It was by this time three o'clock in the afternoon. The less hilly

shores of Loch Katrine westward extended like a picture framed between

Ben An and Ben Venue. At the distance of half a mile was the entrance to

the narrow bay, where was the landing-place for our tourists, who meant

to return to Stirling by Callander.



Nell appeared completely worn out by the continued excitement of the

day. A faint ejaculation was all she was able to utter in token of

admiration as new objects of wonder or beauty met her gaze. She required

some hours of rest, were it but to impress lastingly the recollection of

all she had seen.



Her hand rested in Harry's, and, looking earnestly at her, he said,

"Nell, dear Nell, we shall soon be home again in the gloomy region of

the coal mine. Shall you not pine for what you have seen during these

few hours spent in the glorious light of day?"



"No, Harry," replied the girl; "I shall like to think about it, but I am

glad to go back with you to our dear old home."



"Nell!" said Harry, vainly attempting to steady his voice, "are you

willing to be bound to me by the most sacred tie? Could you marry me,

Nell?"





"Yes, Harry, I could, if you are sure that I am able to make you happy,"

answered the maiden, raising her innocent eyes to his.



Scarcely had she pronounced these words when an unaccountable phenomenon

took place. The Rob Roy, still half a mile from land, experienced a

violent shock. She suddenly grounded. No efforts of the engine could

move her.



The cause of this accident was simply that Loch Katrine was all at once

emptied, as though an enormous fissure had opened in its bed. In a few

seconds it had the appearance of a sea beach at low water. Nearly the

whole of its contents had vanished into the bosom of the earth.



"My friends!" exclaimed James Starr, as the cause of this marvel became

suddenly clear to him, "God help New Aberfoyle!"



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