��shells thrown up like sand before a rabbit-warren. The sun shone brightly, the little waves beat on the shore, while all around us there were mountains, islands, and lochs. As I picked up a few shells, I thought that on this lonely rock, perhaps, none had been gathered since the day when they caught Johnson's eye by
��their glossy beauty. In sailing back to the mainland of Mull we saw four seals popping up their heads in the water near the shore.
So pleasant did Johnson find the life in Inchkenneth that he remained a day longer than he had intended. " We could have been easily persuaded," he writes, " to a longer stay, but life will not be all passed in delight. The session at Edinburgh was