Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1870-11-09
DR.. Johnson's Pudding.

LII Johnson uQulnS.
Last summer I made an excursion t.
Scotland, with the intention of completin:
my serious of views, and went over the SAM
ground described by the learned tourists
DR.. johnson and Boswell | am in tn,
habit of taking very long walks on thes
occasions and perceiving storm threaten
| made the best of my way TO small build
ing. | arrived in time at neat little inn
and was received by respectable LOOKING
man and his wife, who did all in their powe
| to make me comfortable. After eating som,
excellent fried mutton chops and drinking
quart of ale, | asked the landlord to si
down and partake of a bowl of whiskey
punch. | found him, as the Scotch gen
orally are, very intelligent, and full of anec
| dotes, of which the following may serve a.
a specimen:
Sir said the landlord, 'this inn wa:
formerly kept by Andrew Macgregor, 8
relation of mine; and these hard bottomed
chairs, Tin which We are now sitting) were,
years ago, filled by the great tourists, Dr.
Johnson and Boswell, travelling like the
lion and jackal. Boswell generally prece-
ded the Doctor in search of food, and being
much pleased with the look of the house,
followed bis nose into the larder, where he
saw fine leg of mutton. He ordered it to
be roasted with the utmost expedition, and
gave particular orders for nice pudding
Now, says he make the best of puddings
Elated with his good luck, he Immediately
went out in search of his friend, ard saw
the giant of learning slowly advancing on a
pony. My dear SIR said Boswell. ont of
breath with joy, good news have just
bespoken, at 6 comfortable and clean inn
here, delicious leg of mutton; it is now
getting ready, and fatter myself that we
shall make an excellent meal. johnson
looked pleased. And l hope said he,
you have bespoke pudding. Sir, you will
have your favorite pudding replied the
other.
johnson got off the pony, and the poor
animal, relieved from the giant, smelt his
way into the stable. Boswell ushered the
Doctor into the house, and left him to pre-
pare for his delicious treat. Johnson, feel
ing his coat rather damp, from the mist of
the mountains, went into the kitchen, and
threw his upper garment on a chair before
the fire he sat on the hob, near little boy
who was turning the meat. johnson occa
sionally peeped from behind his coat, while
the boy kept basting the mutton. johnson
4, h., Of
when he shifted the basting Iadie from one
hand the other hand was never idle, and
the Doctor thought at the same time he
saw something fall upon the meat, upon
which he determined to eat no mutton on
that day. The dinner announced Boswell
exclaimed, My dear Doctor, here comes the
mutton what picture done to a turn, and
looks so beautifully brown! The Doctor
Uttered After short grace, Boswell said
Il suppose | am to carve, as usual what
part shall l help you to?, The Doctor
replied
My dear Bozzy, did not ike to tell you
before, but I am determined to abstain from
meat to-day"
% dear this i. great disappointment,
said Boswell
Say no more, shall make myself ample
amends with the pudding Boswell COM
meneed the attack, and made the first cut
at the mutton How the gravy runs; what
fine favored fat, so nice and brown too. Oh,
sir, you would have relished this prime
piece of mutton.
The meat being removed, in came the long
wished for pudding. The Doctor looked
Joyous, fell eagerly to, and in a few minutes
nearly finished all the pudding! The table
was cleared, and Boswell said, Doctor,
while was eating the mutton you seemed
frequently inclined to laugh pray, tell me
what tickled your fancy? The Doctor then
literally told him all that had passed at the
kitchen fire, about the boy and the basting.
Boswell turned so pale as parsnip, and
sick of himself and the company, darted out
of the room. Somewhat relieved, on return
ing, he insisted on seeing the dirty little
rascally boy, whom he severey y repriman
ded before johnson. The poor boy cried
the Doctor laughed.
You little snivelling, filthy hound, said
Boswell, when you basted the meat why
did you not put on the cap | saw you il
this morning?'
I eould mt sir, said the boy.
No! why could Mt your said Boswell
Because my nanny took it from me tC
boil the pudding in y
The Doctor gathered up his herculear
frame, stood erect, touched the ceiling with
his wig, stared or quinted-indeed looked
any way but the right way. At last hi
mouth wide open (none of the smallest
and stomach heaving, he with some difficulty
recovered his prcath and looking at Boswell
with dignifed contempt, he roared out