remaining. Martin, who looked upon them as pyramids to the deceased ladies of the family, found eight. Malcolm Macleod thought that they were "false sentinels a common deception to make invaders imagine an island be:ter guarded." The learned M 'Queen maintained that they " marked the boundaries of the sacred territory within which an asylum was to be had." In this opinion Boswell concurred.
Delightful as the mansion at Raasay seemed to the travellers, with " the rough ocean and the rocky land, the beating billows and the howling storm without, while within was plenty and elegance, beauty and gaiety, the song and the dance," yet it had seen another sight only seven-and-twenty years earlier. In the island the Young Pretender " in his distress was hidden for two nights, and the king's troops burnt the whole country, and killed some of the cattle. You may guess," continues Johnson, " at the opinions that prevail in this country ; they are, however, content with fighting for their king; they do not drink for him. We had no foolish healths." Pleased as our travellers were with their four days' residence here, in the midst of storms and rain, how much would their pleasure have been increased could they have seen it as I saw it in the bright summer weather ! No one who visited it then would have said with Johnson that " it has little that can detain a traveller, except the laird and his family." It has almost everything that Nature can give in the delightful ness of scenery and situation. 1 Like Boswell, as I gazed upon it, I might " for a moment have doubted whether unhappiness had any place in Raasay ; " but, like him, I might "soon have had the delusion dispelled," by recalling John- son's lines :
" Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man reversed for thee."
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Much as Johnson had delighted in the patriarchal life at Raasay, yet after four days' stay he became impatient to move. "There was," writes Boswell, "so numerous a company, mostly young people, there was such a flow of familiar talk, so much noise,
1 I am much indebted to Mr. A. E. Stewart, ever there was to see, and lor his present o( the of Raasay, for his kindness in showing me what- photograph of the old castle.