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160 In the warm sunshine of a day in June we sat on a bank above the dark pool beneath whose eddying waters some of the arms perhaps still lie. There was a gentle breeze, the larks were singing over our heads, the water was sparkling and splashing, the sides of the torrent were overhung with the mountain ash and were green with ferns, but below us and in front lay a scene of wild desolation. Far off to the west was the mountain which Boswell had pointed out to Johnson as being like a cone. "No, Sir," said Johnson.



"It would be called so in a book, and when a man comes to look at it, he sees it is not so. It is indeed pointed at the top; but one side of it is larger than the other." Its Gaelic name, Faochag, which signifies whelk, shows that though Johnson's objection may have been a proof of his "perceptive quickness," yet Boswell's description was quite accurate enough for two men out on a tour. We tried in vain to distinguish which among the mountains was "the considerable protuberance." Perhaps the Johnson Club may not disdain to appoint a committee who shall be instructed to bid farewell for a time to the delights of Fleet Street and visit Glen Shiel, with full powers to come to a final decision in this important matter.