The summit is reached at an elevation of 3192 feet, and though the ascent will cost you three hours and a little toil, it will well repay you. It is not picturesque, like the view from Mount Misery, for it defies the pencil; but it is nobly poetical, as it excites sensations of the truest sublimity. It is wilder and more romantic, not having the broad and majestic appearance that it has looked at from the south; but is narrow and river-like, as most of the Scotch lakes are. The hill at the lower end displays all the richness of diversified wood and quiet beauty, but here we have a vast ocean of mountains, separated by deep glens, in every direction, which look like the troubled waves of a mighty chaos. They are broken and rugged in their outlines, and rise up at once precipitately and abruptly from the water, and looking north we miss those islands which give such a delightful interest to the broad expanse of the lower portion. They have every variety of form and magnitude, and sweep round as far as the eye can reach from the Ochils in the east, north by Voirlich and Lawers, and Ben More to Cruachan. To the west the peaks are too numerous to mention, but are strikingly impressive from the double fact that they are so near to us and so nearly of a size to that on which we stand. The mountain scene here is simply magnificent, and everywhere high peaks toss up their heads, wildly grand in storm, or calmly beautiful as immersed in the lake “100 fathoms down.” To the south-west there is the wild confusion of sea and mountain which forms the sea coast, with Ailsa, Arran, and the Paps of Jura. Due south there lies the glassy mirror of the lake, its islands now mere specks; the Vale of Leven, the rock of Dumbarton, Clyde, and the distant counties of Renfrew and Ayr. Eastward is the valley of the Forth, with the Castle of Stirling, and even that of Edinburgh on a clear day quite visible. You can also see far over the Kilpatrick range the conical peak of Tinto.