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.