A gentleman who accompanied him was
just stepping forward to offer his assistance, but Boswell whispered him
to take no notice, lest Johnson should be offended; so they left him to
get out as he could. He did finally extricate himself, else we might
have seen his skeleton in the turret. Boswell does not tell this story,
which seems to have been handed down by local tradition.
The less abrupt declivities of the rock are covered with grass, and
afford food for a few sheep, who scamper about the heights, and seem to
have attained the dexterity of goats in clambering. I never knew a purer
air than this seems to be, nor a lovelier golden sunset.
Descending into the gorge again, we went into the armory, which is in one
of the buildings occupying the space between the two hill-tops. It
formerly contained a large collection of arms; but these have been
removed to the Tower of London, and there are now only some tattered
banners, of which I do not know the history, and some festoons of
pistols, and grenades, shells, and grape and canister shot, kept merely
as curiosities; and, far more interesting than the above, a few
battle-axes, daggers, and spear-heads from the field of Bannockburn; and,
more interesting still, the sword of William Wallace.
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