half-witted person," my informant added, in a serious voice, "had warned one of the party not to go ; but his warning was not heeded, and the man lost his life."
At Lochbuie two traditions, I found, had been preserved in the family of the laird, the great-grandson of that Maclean of Lochbuie whom Boswell had heard described as "a great roaring bragga- docio," but found only "a bluff, comely, noisy old gentleman. He bawled out to Johnson (as Boswell tells us), ' Are you of the John-
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��stons of Glencroe or of Ardnamurchan ? ' Dr. Johnson'gave him a significant look, but made no answer." ' The report has come down in the family that Johnson replied that he was neither one nor the other. Whereupon Lochbuie cried out, " Damn it, Sir, then you must be a bastard." There can, I fear, be no doubt that this re- joinder belongs to those exccllcus impromptus a loisir in which Rousseau excelled 2 that esprit de Cescalier, as the French describe it. If the laird, like Addison, could draw for a thousand pounds, he had, I suspect, but nine pence in ready money. 1 For had this repartee been made at the time, and not been merely an after-in- vention, Boswell most certainly would not have let it pass unre-
1 Boswell's Johnson, v. 341. a See Les Confessions, bk. iii
3 lioswell's Johnson, ii. 256.