Word: loch
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...long grey-blue knife gash amid the heathery Highlands of Northern Scotland is Loch Ness. Beside it rears the ruined pile of ancient Castle Urquhart. Nearest town of any size is Inverness, seven miles away. All around is the immemorial home of kelpies, bogles, Warlocks, White Ladies...
Whether Something is or is not in & around Loch Ness had by last week become almost a national issue in Great Britain. Dwellers around the lake began seeing Something several years ago, but they kept their mouths cannily shut until last August. Then all Britain began to hear stories of the monster that made Loch Ness its home. New witnesses came forward daily. People wrote letters...
Times. Believers agreed that the creature must have floundered up the stream which connects Loch Ness with the North Sea, since obviously it could not have surmounted the locks in the Caledonian Canal which leads from the lake to the Atlantic. Englishmen began to take the monster seriously when Lieut. -Commander R. T. Gould, R. N. retired, author of The Case for the Sea Serpent, collected 51 eye witness accounts and drawings, which he duly detailed in the London Times. It was about 50 ft. long, he had concluded, and not more than five feet thick, with long, tapering neck...
Interest grew feverish last fortnight when M. A. Wetherell, fellow of the Royal Geographical Society, Fellow of the Zoological Society, an African big-game hunter, breathlessly announced that he had found a strange, fresh footprint on Loch Ness's banks. Cried he: "It is a four-fingered beast and has feet, or pads, about eight inches across. I should judge it to be a very powerful soft-footed animal about 20 ft. long...
...their maximum 2,700. Timers clocked the flying wedge of smoke and spray at an average of 124.91 m. p. h. for two statute miles-a new world's record, 5.16 m. p. h. faster than Kaye Don's time in Miss England III last spring on Loch Lomond. Climbing out of his boat, the old silver fox of U. S.-speed-boating, Gar Wood, defender of the Harmsworth Trophy, smiled contentedly. He had kept a promise to his country and himself...