More had? he had his beef brought to dinner in one basket, and his bread in another.  Why not as well be Rorie More all over, as live upon his rock?  And should not we tire, in looking perpetually on this rock?  It is very well for you, who have a fine place, and every thing easy, to talk thus, and think of chaining honest folks to a rock.  You would not live upon it yourself.’  ’Yes, Madam, (said I,) I would live upon it, were I Laird of M’Leod, and should be unhappy if I were not upon it.’  JOHNSON. (with a strong voice, and most determined manner), ’Madam, rather than quit the old rock, Boswell would live in the pit; he would make his bed in the dungeon.’  I felt a degree of elation, at finding my resolute feudal enthusiasm thus confirmed by such a sanction.  The lady was puzzled a little.  She still returned to her pretty farm,—­rich ground,—­fine garden.  ’Madam, (said Dr. Johnson,) were they in Asia, I would not leave the rock.’  My opinion on this subject is still the same.  An ancient family residence ought to be a primary object; and though the situation of Dunvegan be such that little can be done here in gardening, or pleasure-ground, yet, in addition to the veneration required by the lapse of time, it has many circumstances of natural grandeur, suited to the seat of a Highland Chief:  it has the sea—­islands—­rocks,—­hills, —­a noble cascade; and when the family is again in opulence, something may be done by art.  Mr. Donald M’Queen went away to-day, in order to preach at Bracadale next day.  We were so comfortably situated at Dunvegan, that Dr. Johnson could hardly be moved from it.  I proposed to him that we should leave it on Monday.  ’No, Sir, (said he,) I will not go before Wednesday.  I will have some more of this good[617].’  However, as the weather was at this season so bad, and so very uncertain, and we had a great deal to do yet, Mr. M’Queen and I prevailed with him to agree to set out on Monday, if the day should be good.  Mr. M’Queen, though it was inconvenient for him to be absent from his harvest, engaged to wait on Monday at Ulinish for us.  When he was going away, Dr. Johnson said, ‘I shall ever retain a great regard for you[618];’ then asked him if he had The Rambler.  Mr. M’Queen said, ’No; but my brother has it.’  JOHNSON.  ’Have you The Idler?  M’QUEEN.  ‘No, Sir.’  JOHNSON.  ’Then I will order one for you at Edinburgh, which you will keep in remembrance of me.’  Mr. M’Queen was much pleased with this.  He expressed to me, in the strongest terms, his admiration of Dr. Johnson’s wonderful knowledge, and every other quality for which he is distinguished.  I asked Mr. M’Queen, if he was satisfied with being a minister in Sky.  He said he was; but he owned that his forefathers having been so long there, and his having been born there, made a chief ingredient in forming his contentment.  I should have mentioned that on our left hand, between Portree and Dr. Macleod’s house, Mr. M’Queen told me there had been a college of the Knights Templars;