Journey to the Western Isles of Scotland

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ReadHowYouWant.com, 2006 - 220 pàgines
It is a travelogue that encapsulates Johnson's eighty-three days' journey to Scotland and the islands of Hebrides in 1773. Johnson has portrayed Scotland by depicting the scenes picturesquely. The whole panorama enhances reader's interest to an utmost pleasure. Johnson has recorded and commented on the Scottish life including all its peculiarities. Interesting!

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KEITH
1
ABERBROTHICK
9
SLANES
19
ELGIN
25
LOUGH
33
FALL
39
GLENSHEALS
51
GLENELG
60
CORIATACHAN
67
RAASAY
74
DUNVEGAN
85
ULINISH
91
TALISKER
97
COL
153
MULL
175
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Pàgina 44 - Johnson esteemed most fit for a young woman, desired to know what book he had selected for this Highland nymph. " They never adverted," said he, " that I had no choice in the matter. I have said that I presented her with a book, which I happened to have about me.
Pàgina 61 - Out of one of the beds on which we were to repose started up, at our entrance, a man black as a Cyclops from the forge.
Pàgina 6 - It is surely not without just reproach that a nation, of which the commerce is hourly extending, and the wealth increasing, denies any participation of its prosperity to its literary societies ; and while its merchants or its nobles are raising palaces, suffers its universities to moulder into dust.
Pàgina 151 - A Scotchman must be a very sturdy moralist, who does not love Scotland better than truth ; he will always love it better than enquiry : and if falsehood flatters his vanity, . will not be very diligent to detect it.
Pàgina 49 - I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills, which, by hindering the eye from ranging, forced the mind to find entertainment for itself. Whether I spent the hour well, I know not ; for here I first conceived the thought of this narration.
Pàgina 171 - I know not for what reason, took his wife with him. The Camerons rose in defence of their Chief, and a battle was fought at the head of Loch Ness, near the place where Fort Augustus now stands, in which Lochiel obtained the victory, and Maclean, with his followers, was defeated and destroyed. The lady fell into the hands of the conquerours, and being found pregnant was placed in the custody of Maclonich, one of a tribe or...
Pàgina 48 - waving their leaves. They exhibit very little variety ; being almost wholly covered with dark heath, and even that seems to be checked in its growth. What is not heath is nakedness, a little diversified by now and then a stream rushing down the steep. An eye accustomed to flowery pastures and waving harvests is astonished and repelled by this wide extent of hopeless sterility.
Pàgina 1 - He cannot deny himself the vanity of finishing with the encomium of Dr. Johnson, whose friendly partiality to the companion of his tour represents him as one "whose acuteness would help my inquiry, and whose gaiety of conversation and civility of manners are sufficient to counteract the inconveniences of travel in countries less hospitable than we have passed.
Pàgina 167 - As the world has been let in upon them, they have heard of happier climates and less arbitrary government; and if they are disgusted, have emissaries among them ready to offer them land and houses, as a reward for deserting their chief and clan. Many have departed both from the main of Scotland, and from the islands : and all that go may be considered as subjects lost to the British crown ; for a nation scattered in the boundless regions of America resembles rays diverging from a focus. All the rays...
Pàgina 141 - There is, against it, the seeming analogy of things, confusedly seen, and little understood ; and for it, the indistinct cry of national persuasion, which may be perhaps resolved at last into prejudice and tradition. I never could advance my curiosity to conviction ; but came away at last only willing to believe.

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