was the room which was given him. "An autumnal blast, sometimes clear, sometimes driving mist before it, swept along the troubled billows of the lake, which it occasionally concealed and by fits disclosed. The waves rushed in wild disorder on the shore, and covered with foam the steep pile of rocks, which rising from the sea in forms something resembling the human figure have obtained the name of Macleod's Maidens.
PORTRAIT OF SARAH, LADY MACLEOD, BY RAEBURN.
The voice of an angry cascade, termed the nurse of Rorie More, was heard from time to time mingling its notes with those of wind and wave. Such was the haunted room at Dunvegan; and as such it well deserved a less sleepy inhabitant."[1] This account Sir Walter wrote many years later from memory. The rocks which he saw were not Macleod's Maidens; from them he was separated by nearly ten miles of mountains and lochs.
In the present drawing-room a small portrait of Johnson, as-
- ↑ Lockhart's Scott, iv. 305.
