steps had not been even cut in the natural rock. "The crags," Johnson complained, "were irregularly broken, and a false step would have been very mischievous." Yet "a few men with pickaxes might have cut an ascent of stairs out of any part of the rock in a week's time." There is now a small stone pier. The hayfield, in the memory of people still living, was all heathland down to the water's edge, with a rough cart-track running across it. Trees have been everywhere planted, and the hill-sides are beautifully wooded. Even before Johnson's time something had been done in the way
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of improvement. Martin in his Description of the Western Isles,[1] mentions "an orchard with several sorts of berries, pot-herbs, &c." In the copy of Martin's work in the Bodleian Library, Toland has entered in the margin: "Wonderful in Scotland anywhere." Boswell mentions "a good garden, plentifully stocked with vegetables, and strawberries, raspberries, currants, &c." The house—that "neat modern fabric," which Johnson praises as "the seat of plenty, civility, and cheerfulness"—still remains, but it is almost hidden beneath the great additions which have in later years been made. In a letter to Mrs. Thrale, he says: "It is not large, though we
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