Journey to the Western Isles of Scotland

Journey to the Western Isles of Scotland

Samuel Johnson

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I had desired to visit the Hebrides, or Western Islands of Scotland, so long, that I scarcely remember how the wish was originally excited; and was in the Autumn of the year 1773 induced to undertake the journey, by finding in Mr. Boswell a companion, whose acuteness would help my inquiry, and whose gaiety of conversation and civility of manners are sufficient to counteract the inconveniences of travel, in countries less hospitable than we have passed.

Journey to the Western Isles of Scotland Chapter 1 INCH KEITH

I had desired to visit the Hebrides, or Western Islands of Scotland, so long, that I scarcely remember how the wish was originally excited; and was in the Autumn of the year 1773 induced to undertake the journey, by finding in Mr. Boswell a companion, whose acuteness would help my inquiry, and whose gaiety of conversation and civility of manners are sufficient to counteract the inconveniences of travel, in countries less hospitable than we have passed.

On the eighteenth of August we left Edinburgh, a city too well known to admit description, and directed our course northward, along the eastern coast of Scotland, accompanied the first day by another gentleman, who could stay with us only long enough to shew us how much we lost at separation.

As we crossed the Frith of Forth, our curiosity was attracted by Inch Keith, a small island, which neither of my companions had ever visited, though, lying within their view, it had all their lives solicited their notice. Here, by climbing with some difficulty over shattered crags, we made the first experiment of unfrequented coasts. Inch Keith is nothing more than a rock covered with a thin layer of earth, not wholly bare of grass, and very fertile of thistles. A small herd of cows grazes annually upon it in the summer. It seems never to have afforded to man or beast a permanent habitation.

We found only the ruins of a small fort, not so injured by time but that it might be easily restored to its former state. It seems never to have been intended as a place of strength, nor was built to endure a siege, but merely to afford cover to a few soldiers, who perhaps had the charge of a battery, or were stationed to give signals of approaching danger. There is therefore no provision of water within the walls, though the spring is so near, that it might have been easily enclosed. One of the stones had this inscription: 'Maria Reg. 1564.' It has probably been neglected from the time that the whole island had the same king.

We left this little island with our thoughts employed awhile on the different appearance that it would have made, if it had been placed at the same distance from London, with the same facility of approach; with what emulation of price a few rocky acres would have been purchased, and with what expensive industry they would have been cultivated and adorned.

When we landed, we found our chaise ready, and passed through Kinghorn, Kirkaldy, and Cowpar, places not unlike the small or straggling market-towns in those parts of England where commerce and manufactures have not yet produced opulence.

Though we were yet in the most populous part of Scotland, and at so small a distance from the capital, we met few passengers.

The roads are neither rough nor dirty; and it affords a southern stranger a new kind of pleasure to travel so commodiously without the interruption of toll-gates. Where the bottom is rocky, as it seems commonly to be in Scotland, a smooth way is made indeed with great labour, but it never wants repairs; and in those parts where adventitious materials are necessary, the ground once consolidated is rarely broken; for the inland commerce is not great, nor are heavy commodities often transported otherwise than by water. The carriages in common use are small carts, drawn each by one little horse; and a man seems to derive some degree of dignity and importance from the reputation of possessing a two-horse cart.

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“I had desired to visit the Hebrides, or Western Islands of Scotland, so long, that I scarcely remember how the wish was originally excited; and was in the Autumn of the year 1773 induced to undertake the journey, by finding in Mr. Boswell a companion, whose acuteness would help my inquiry, and whose gaiety of conversation and civility of manners are sufficient to counteract the inconveniences of travel, in countries less hospitable than we have passed.”
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Chapter 1 INCH KEITH

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Chapter 2 ST. ANDREWS

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Chapter 3 ABERBROTHICK

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Chapter 4 MONTROSE

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Chapter 5 ABERDEEN

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Chapter 6 SLANES CASTLE, THE BULLER OF BUCHAN

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Chapter 7 BAMFF

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Chapter 8 ELGIN

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Chapter 9 FORES. CALDER. FORT GEORGE

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Chapter 10 INVERNESS

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Chapter 11 LOUGH NESS

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Chapter 12 FALL OF FIERS

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Chapter 13 FORT AUGUSTUS

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Chapter 14 ANOCH

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Chapter 15 GLENSHEALS

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Chapter 16 THE HIGHLANDS

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Chapter 17 GLENELG

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Chapter 18 SKY. ARMIDEL

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Chapter 19 CORIATACHAN IN SKY

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Chapter 20 RAASAY

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Chapter 21 DUNVEGAN

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Chapter 22 ULINISH

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Chapter 23 TALISKER IN SKY

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Chapter 24 OSTIG IN SKY

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Chapter 25 COL

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Chapter 26 GRISSIPOL IN COL

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Chapter 27 CASTLE OF COL

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Chapter 28 MULL

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Chapter 29 ULVA

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Chapter 30 INCH KENNETH

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