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Rh Here, as I have already described, they rested that twentieth Sunday after Trinity, when Boswell, recovering from his drinking bout, "by divine interposition, as some would have taken it," opened his Prayer Book at the Apostles' injunction against drunkenness contained in the Epistle for that day. Here, too, the Highlanders, drinking their toasts over the punch, won by Johnson's easy and social manners, "vied with each other in crying out, with a strong Celtic pronunciation, 'Toctor Shonson, Toctor Shonson, your health!" The weather was so stormy that it was not till the afternoon of Tuesday, September 28, that they were able to



continue their journey. That night they arrived at Ostig, on the north-western side of the promontory of Slate, and found a hospitable reception at the Manse. Here, too, they were kept prisoners by wind and rain. "I am," writes Johnson, "still confined in Skye. We were unskilful travellers, and imagined that the sea was an open road which we could pass at pleasure; but we have now learned with some pain that we may still wait for a long time the caprices of the equinoctial winds, and sit reading or writing, as I now do, while the tempest is rolling the sea or roaring in the mountains." Nevertheless, so good was the entertainment which they received that, as Boswell tells us, "the hours slipped along imperceptibly." They had books, and company, and conversation. In