At last they spied the harbour of Lochiern, and Col cried, 'Thank God, we are safe!'" Johnson lay on one of the beds and "having got free from sickness, was satisfied." This is how he described the voyage to Mrs Thrale: "After having been detained by storms many days at Sky, we left it, as we thought, with a fair wind; but a violent gust, which Bos had a great mind to call a tempest, forced us into Col." Boswell was delighted by his friend's sympathy with Highland life: "SUNDAY, OCTOBER 17. Dr Johnson here [at Inchkenneth] shewed so much of the spirit of a Highlander, that he won Sir Allan's heart: indeed he has shewn it during the whole of our Tour. One night, in Col, he strutted about the room with a broad sword and target, and made a formidable appearance; and, another night, I took the liberty to put a large blue bonnet on his head." But to be mistaken for a Scotchman was past a joke: "THURSDAY, OCTOBER 21. After a very tedious ride ... we arrived, between seven and eight o'clock, at _Moy_, the seat of the Laird of _Lochbuy_.... Lochbuy proved to be only a bluff, comely, noisy old gentleman, proud of his hereditary consequence, and a very hearty and hospitable landlord. Lady Lochbuy was sister to Sir Allan M'Lean, but much older.... Being told that Dr Johnson did not hear well, Lochbuy bawled out to him, 'Are you of the Johnstons of Glencro, or of Ardnamurchan?' Dr Johnson gave him a significant look, but made no answer; and I told Lochbuy that he was not Johns_ton_, but John_son_, and that he was an Englishman." [Illustration: BOSWELL HOLDING FIRM TO HIS POST] [Illustration: WHIGGISM TERRIBLY BUFFETED] Both Boswell and Johnson found it comfortable to be on the mainland again: "SATURDAY, OCTOBER 23. We got at night to Inverary, where we found an excellent inn. Even here, Dr Johnson would not change his wet clothes. The prospect of good accommodation cheered us much. We supped well; and after supper, Dr Johnson, whom I had not seen taste any fermented liquor during all our travels, called for a gill of whiskey. 'Come, (said he,) let me know what it is that makes a Scotchman happy!' He drank it all but a drop, which I begged leave to pour into my glass, that I might say we had drunk whisky together. I proposed Mrs Thrale should be our toast. He would not have _her_ drunk in whisky, but rather 'some insular lady'; so we drank one of the ladies whom we had lately left." "THURSDAY, OCTOBER 28. On our arrival at the Saracen's Head Inn, at Glasgow ... Dr Johnson ... enjoyed in imagination the comforts which we could now command, and seemed to be in high glee. I remember, he put a leg up on each side of the grate, and said, with a mock solemnity, by way of soliloquy, but loud enough for me to hear it 'Here am I, an ENGLISH man, sitting by a _coal_ fire.'"