Authors, Scottish -- 18th century -- Biography; Biographers -- Great Britain -- Biography; Boswell, James, 1740-1795
It grew dusky; and we had a very tedious ride for what was
called five miles; but I am sure would measure ten. We had no
conversation. I was riding forward to the inn at Glenelg, on
the opposite shore to Skye, that I might take proper measures,
before Dr. Johnson, who was now advancing in dreary silence,
Hay leading his horse, should arrive. Vass also walked by the
side of his horse, and Joseph followed behind: as therefore
he was thus attended, and seemed to be in deep meditation,
I thought there could be no harm in leaving him for a little
while.
Boswell indeed seems to have been particularly thoughtful and even
shows some delicacy in not interrupting Johnson's meditations to tell
him his plan. The sequel must have surprised him very much. 'He called
me back with a tremendous shout, and was really in a passion with me
for leaving him. I told him my intentions, but he was not satisfied,
and said, "Do you know I should as soon have thought of picking a
pocket as doing so?"' This did not annoy Boswell in the least, though
it took place in the presence of their servants; he was accustomed by
this time to the Doctor's moods, and could only be amused. He replied
with a composure which he must have known would irritate Johnson
exceedingly; 'I am diverted with you, Sir.' The force of the desired
explosion may have been underestimated. '_Johnson_: "Sir, I could
never be diverted with incivility...." His extraordinary warmth
confounded me so much, that I justified myself but lamely to him.
Matters in fact were rather more serious than Boswell had supposed,
and he must now make an effort to pacify his companion--but without
effect. 'I resumed the subject of my leaving him on the road, and
endeavoured to defend it better. He still was violent on that head,
and said, "Sir, had you gone on, I was thinking that I should have
returned with you to Edinburgh, and then have parted from you, and
never spoken to you more."' The storm was indeed a bad one that did
not clear up entirely by bedtime. Boswell felt distinctly uneasy
in the volcanic atmosphere; but he easily effected a complete
reconciliation.
Thursday, September 2. I had slept ill. Dr. Johnson's anger
had affected me much. I considered that, without any bad
intention, I might suddenly forfeit his friendship; and was
impatient to see him this morning. I told him how uneasy he
had made me by what he had said, and reminded him of his own
remark at Aberdeen upon old friendships being hastily broken
off. He owned he had spoken in a passion ...; and he added,
'Let's think no more on't.' _Boswell_: 'Well then, Sir, I
shall be easy. Remember I am to have fair warning in case of
any quarrel. You are never to spring a mine upon me. It was
absurd in me to believe you.' _Johnson_: 'You deserved about
as much as to believe me from night to morning.'
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