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224 The road marked with cart-wheels, as on the main land, at the sight of which Dr. Johnson's heart was cheered, I failed to discover. We wandered up the little path to where on the rising ground the ruined chapel stands within the hearing of the wave.

Our boatman, whom I had in vain questioned about Johnson's host, led me up to the tomb of an old knight, clothed in armour, with a dog lying at his feet, and said, "That is Sir Allan." The little fountain, in spite of the lapse of years and the long drought, still ran with a stream of pure water. Besides the chapel, there had once been on the island a seminary of priests. "Sir Allan," writes Johnson, "had a mind to trace the foundations of a college, but neither I nor Mr. Boswell, who bends a keener eye on vacancy, were able to perceive them." Where they failed we could not hope to succeed. We next explored, as they had done, a neighbouring islet.

The shells, perhaps, he kept to add to the collection of Mrs. Thrale's eldest daughter. "I have been able," he wrote later on, "to collect very little for Queeney's cabinet." The name which our boatman gave to the island was, so far as I could catch it, not Sandiland, but Sameilan. At the time of our visit it had for inhabitants four sheep, and flocks of sea-birds who made it their breeding ground. They flew circling and screaming over our heads, while a mother bird led off a late brood of little ones into the sea. Before each of the burrows in which they made their nests was a litter of tiny