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Tuesday, 7th September.
Dr. Johnson was much pleased with his entertainment here. There were many good books in the house: Hector Boethius in Latin ; Cave's Lives of the Fathers ; Baker's Chronicle ; Jeremy Collier's Church History ; Dr. Johnson's small Dictionary ; Craufurd's Officers of State, and several more :mezzotinto of Mrs. Brooks the actress (by some strange chance in Sky); and also a print of Macdonald of Clanranald, with a Latin inscription about the cruelties after the battle of Culloden, which will never be forgotten.
It was a very wet stormy day; we were therefore obliged to remain here, it being impossible to cross the sea to Rasay.
I employed a part of the forenoon in writing this Journal. The rest of it was somewhat dreary from the gloominess of the weather, and the uncertain state which we were in, as we could not tell but it might clear up every hour. Nothing is more painful to the mind than a state of suspence, especially when it depends upon the weather, concerning which there can be so little calculation. As Dr. Johnson, said of our weariness on the Monday at Aberdeen, “Sensation is sensation :" Corrichatachin, which was last night a hospitable house, was, in my mind, changed to-day into a prison.--After dinner I read some of Dr. Macpherson's Dissertations on the Ancient Caledonians. I was disgusted by the unsatisfactory conjectures as to antiquity before the days of record. I was happy when tea çame. Such, I take it, is the state of those who live in the country. Meals are wished for from the cravings of vacuity of mind, as well as from the desire
of eating. I was hurt to find even such a temporary feebleness, and that I was so far from being that robust wise man who is sufficient for his own happiness. I felt a kind of lethargy of indolence. I did not exert myself to get Dr. Johnson to talk, that I might not have the labour of writing down his conversation.—He enquired here, if there were any remains of the second sight. Mr. M.Pherson, minister of Slate, said, he was resolved not to believe it, because it was founded on no principle.-Johnson. “There are many things, then, which we are sure are true, that you will not believe. What principle is there, why a loadstone attracts iron ? why an egg produces a chicken by heat? why a tree grows upwards, when the natural tendency of all things is downwards? Sir, it depends upon the degree of evidence that you have." Young Mr. M‘Kinnon mentioned one M‘Kenzie, who is still alive, who had often fainted in his presence, and when he recovered, mentioned visions which had been presented to him. He told Mr. M‘Kinnon, that at such a place he should meet a funeral, and that such and such people would be the bearers, naming four; and three weeks afterwards he saw what M-Kenzie had predicted. The naming the very spot in a country were a funeral comes a long way, and the very people as bearers, when there are so many out of whom a choice may be made, seems extraordi- . nary.---We should have sent for M'Kenzie, had we not been informed that he could speak no English. Besides, the facts were not related with sufficient accu. racy.
Mrs. M'Kinnon, who is a daughter of old Kingsburgh, told us that her father was one day riding in Sky, and some women, who were at work in a field on the side of the road, said to him, they had heard two
taiscks, (that is, two voices of persons about to die,) and what was remarkable, one of them was an English taisck, which they never heard before. When he returned, he at that very place met two funerals, and one of them was that of a woman who had come from the main land, and could speak only English. This, she remarked, made a great impression upon her father.
How all the people here were lodged, I know not. It was partly done by separating man and wife, and putting a number of men in one room, and of women in another.
Wednesday, 8th September.
When I awaked, the rain was much heavier than yesterday; but the wind had abated. By breakfast, the day was better, and in a little while it was calm and clear. I felt my spirits much elated. The propriety of the expression, “ the sunshine of the breast,” now struck me with peculiar force; for the brilliant rays penetrated into my very soul. We were all in better humour than before. Mrs. M‘Kinnon, with unaffected hospitality and politeness, expressed her happiness in having such company in her house, and appeared to understand and relish Dr. Johnson's conversation, as indeed all the company seemed to do. When I knew she was old Kingsburgh's daughter, I did not wonder at the good appearance which she made.
She talked as if her husband and family would emigrate, rather than be oppressed by their landlord ; and said, “how agreeable would it be, if these gentlemen should come in upon us when we are in America.” Somebody observed that Sir Alexander Macdonald was always frightened at sea.--Johnson. “ He is frightened
at sea; and his tenants are frightened when he comes to land.”
We resolved to set out directly after breakfast. We had about two miles to ride to the sea-side, and there we expected to get one of the boats belonging to the fleet of bounty herring-busses then on the coast, or at least a good country fishing boat. But while we were preparing to set out, there arrived a man with the following card from the Reverend Mr. Donald M‘Queen:
“Mr. M'Queen's compliments to Mr. Boswell, and “ begs leave to acquaint him that, fearing the want of a
proper boat, as much as the rain of yesterday, might “ have caused a stop, he is now at Skianwden with
Macgillichallum's* carriage, to convey him and Dr. “ Johnson to Rasay, where they will meet with a most
hearty welcome, and where Macleod, being on a visit, now attends their motions."
Wednesday afternoon." This card was most agreeable; it was a prologue to that hospitable and truly polite reception which we found at Rasay. In a little while arrived Mr. Donald M‘Queen himself; a decent minister, an elderly man with his own black hair, courteous, and rather slow of speech, but candid, sensible and well informed, nay learned. Along with him came, as our pilot, a gentleman whom I had a great desire to see, Mr. Malcolm Macleod, one of the Rasay family, celebrated in the year 1745-6. He was now sixty-two years of age, hale, and well proportioned,—with a manly countenance, tanned by the weather, yet having a ruddiness in his cheeks, over a great part of which his rough beard extended.--His eye was quick and lively, yet his look was not fierce, but he appeared
* The Highland expression for Laird of Rasay.
at once firm and good-humoured. He wore a pair of brogues,—Tartan hose which came up only near to his knees, and left them bare,-a purple camblet kilt,-a black waistcoat,—a short green cloth coat bound with gold cord,-a yellowish bushy wig,—a large blue bonnet with a gold thread button. I never saw a figure that gave a more perfect representation of a Highland gentleman. I wished much to have a picture of him just as he was. I found him frank and polite, in the true sense of the word.
The good family at Corrichatachin said, they hoped to see us on our return. We rode down to the shore ; but Malcolm walked with graceful agility.
We got into Rasay's carriage, which was a good strong open boat made in Norway. The wind had now risen pretty high, and was against us; but we had four stout rowers, particularly a Macleod, a robust, blackhaired fellow, half naked, and bare-headed, something between a wild Indian and an English tar. Dr. Johnson sat high on the stern, like a magnificent Triton. Malcolm sung an Erse song, the chorus of which was
Hatyin foam foam eri," with words of his own. The tune resembled “Orwr the muir amang the heather.” The boatmen and Mr. M'Queen chorused, and all went well. At length Malcolm himself took an oar, and rowed vigorously. We sailed along the coast of Scalpa, a rugged island, about four miles in length. Dr. Johnson proposed that he and I should buy it, and found a good school, and an episcopal church, (Malcolm said, he would come to it,) and have a printing-press, where he would print all the Erse that could be found.
Here I was strongly struck with our long projected scheme of visiting the Hebrides being realized. I called to him, “We are contending with seas;" which I