" One day," she said, " he had scolded the maid for not getting good peats, and had gone out in the rain to the stack to fetch in some himself. 1 He caught a bad cold. Lady Macleod went up to his room to see how he was, and found him in bed, with his wig turned inside out, and the wrong end foremost, serving the purpose of ' a cap by night,' like the stock- ing of Goldsmith's Author. On her re- turn to the drawing- room, she said, ' I have often seen very plain people, but any- thing as ugly as Dr. Johnson, with his wig thus stuck on, I never have seen.' 2 She was (her granddaughter added) greatly pleased with his talk, for she had seen enough of the world to enjoy it ; but her daughters, who were still quite girls, disliked him much, and called him a bear." At the inn at Broadford, sitting in the entrance-hall, I
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tell into talk with an
elderly man, a retired exciseman, who lived close by. He, too,
had his traditions of the Sassenach mohr. His father had known
"Thepeatsat Dunvegan, which were damp, supplyof peats from tliestack, old Mr. M'Sweyn
Dr. Johnson called 'a sullen fuel.' Here a Scot- said, 'that was main honest: " Boswell's John-
tish phrase was singularly applied to him. One son, v. 303.
of the company having remarked that he had " See Boswell's fohnson, v. 214, for Boswell's
gone out on a stormy evening, and brought in a account.