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passed Loch Ossian on our right (the loch is at an altitude of 

 1269 feet above sea level), and then for several miles we clung to 

 the shores of lonely Loch Treig. This loch made a great impres- 

 sion upon me because of the immense solitude which it possessed. 

 Below us, a matter of several hundred feet, was the barren eastern 

 shore. Across the water, on the western side, the mountain 

 ranges rose sheer up to an altitude of 3658 feet. Nothing of an 

 animate nature was to be seen upon, or in, the loch. Not a bird 

 was tempted to fly over its mazy depths, indeed I am informed 

 that the depth of Loch Treig has never yet been ascertained ! 

 We missed one or two high mountains on our right because of 

 the rugged grandeur of Loch Treig, and we were so far removed 

 from the outside world, that we were hardly prepared to suddenly 

 draw up at the little station of Tulloch, the next stopping place. 



FIG. 71. THE TUMBLING JJUHX. 



We did not stay long at Tulloch, and were soon making our 

 way towards Fort William, our destination for the night. The 

 Highland line strikes north-west after leaving Tulloch, and, when 

 Spean Bridge is reached, it proceeds in a south-westerly direction. 



