THE sunny plains of Carolina was the
first emigration field taken advantage of by the Scottish Highlander. And
there is no denying that his temporal interests required a change for the
better. Oppressed with poverty in his own wild glens, in the endeavour to
eke out an existence from the returns of a soil the reverse of fertile, or
from the produce of a small flock of trifling value, or from the precarious
productions of stormy lochs, the honest Gael becomes gradually convinced
that his condition might be much improved in the genial climes recently
opened up. With this in view he gives a willing ear to the kindly
suggestions of those who sought to promote his welfare; and he resolves at
length, in acting upon these suggestions, to rupture the ties that bound him
to his home, and to face a voyage which was then regarded as the highest
test of courage, but which can now be accomplished in as little time, and
with as little concern as a voyage in those days from Mull or Skye to the
banks of the Clyde.
It has
often been said that the Highlander is wanting in a spirit of adventure, and
that in consequence there is still a great amount of poverty and
wretchedness at home, which might easily be remedied by a little more pluck
in taking advantage of the rich soil of colonial fields. This phenomenon,
which is only too true, has its explanation in a strange mystic spell of
attachment to the native heath with all its associations, This is
proverbially true of the Highlander in distinction from all other
nationalities, and it cannot be ignored by those who wish to see him
emigrate to countries where lie can soon raise himself, by a little
industry, to a position of affluence and independence which he never dreamed
of in his native country.
Even
the physical aspect of his native scenery has a charm for the Gael which can
never be lost. His very heath in autumnal bloom spread out like a gorgeous
carpet, towering summits, wild cascades, birch and rowans, verdant hill
sides, browsing flocks, bounding deer, soaring eagles, and the vast expanse
of land and water—all form an enchanting panorama which indelibly instamps
itself on the mountaineer's mental vision. Add to this the social aspect of
his nature, and you have a still stronger chain of attachment to his barren
home. He feels himself as an individual member of a large family or
confederacy, with common interests, common language and traditions. The huge
mountain barriers which prevent the inhabitants of a glen from general
communication with others, and so completely isolate them, tends to generate
this feeling of clannishness, They work in a great measure together, tending
their flocks, cultivating their crofts, capturing their fish. And especially
is their social nature developed in their long winter evening gatherings
from house to house, in rehearsing their traditionary folk-lore, and
cultivating the poetic muse in every variety of verse and style of chorus.
Nor does the holy day of rest interrupt their gregarious proclivities. They
meet at the same kirk, they survey with becoming emotion the last resting
place of those who were content to have their remains repose in their native
valley, they hear proclamations of plighted affection between parties who
have no higher ambition than to share each other's future lot on the
scantiest fare, they join "their artless notes" together in grateful
thanksgiving to the Sovereign of all lands for such temporal gifts as others
might think it mercies," and more especially do they hear, in their own
expressive vernacular, impressive lessons upon time and its manifold labours,
its constant changes and solemn issues.
All
this constitutes a sacred tie of affection to the native spot, lasting as
the hills, and which no other can understand like the Scottish Gael. It
must, therefore, be duly recognised and weighed by all benefactors of the
race, if they would loosen its hold upon the individual without outraging
his feelings, and loosening "the brittle thread of life." Of this strong
attachment many instances might be given. We have been told by a venerable
divine of a Highland parish how repeatedly he had witnessed the fond
affection of his parishioners in taking their departure, how they approached
the sacred edifice, ever dear to them, by the most hallowed associations,
and with tears in their eyes kissed its very walls, how they made an
emphatic pause in losing sight of the romantic scenes of their childhood,
with its kirks and cots, and thousand memories, and as if taking a formal
and lasting adieu, uncovered their heads and waived their bonnets three
times towards the scene, and then with heavy steps and aching hearts resumed
their pilgrimage towards new scenes in distant climes.
But in thus quitting his native land the Highlander did
not leave his loyalty and patriotism behind. The country to which he was
steering his course was under the colonial sway of George the Second; and to
that region he transferred his loyalty and clannishness, and all those
traits of character which distinguish him from other races. Unless, indeed,
these peculiarities were taken advantage of, the foreign field for
emigration, with its various inducements, might have appealed in vain. As a
clannish being, and accustomed throughout his whole historical life to
follow the direction of chiefs and leaders, the Scottish Gael is now invited
to resign himself to the same leadership with the view of crossing the great
Atlantic. Accordingly emigration leaders were found who made it their
business to attend to the interests of their countrymen, and accompany their
footsteps to their new homes. The first of these leading benefactors who
broke the ice of emigration to Carolina was a Neil M'Neill of Kintyre, who
succeeded in leading a whole shipload of his countrymen to that colony and
settled them on the banks of the Cape Fear River, where he himself also made
his permanent home, and where his name is still perpetuated by a numerous
and respectable offspring to the present day.
Here at the head of navigation, and at a distance of more than a hundred
miles from the sea coast, the immigrants literally pitched their camp, for
the country was then almost an unbroken wilderness and few human abodes to
offer shelter, the chief occupants of the soil being droves of wild horses,
wild cattle, deer, turkeys, wolves, raccoons, opossums, and last but not
least, huge rattlesnakes in hideous coils, ready to oppose the disturbers of
their marshy tranquillity. Fortunately for the homeless pioneers the climate
was genial and favourable, and all that could be expected from its southern
latitude of 35 degrees. The only protection, therefore, absolutely necessary
for health and comfort was some temporary shelter from the heavy autumnal
dews of that region; and this they could speedily extemporise or discover
already at hand in the arching canopy of stately hickories, mulberries, and
walnut trees, where in patriarchal fashion, "each one under his own vine and
fig tree" they could while away days and weeks without any serious
discomfort or detriment to health. But they soon set about the work of
improvement in their new domains. They construct more permanent abodes in
the shape of log cottages, neat, clean, and tidy, and two for a family,
according to subsequent use and wont in that warm country. They begin to
fell the primeval forest, to grub, drain, and clear the rich alluvial swamps
bordering on that stream, to reduce to ashes in a thousand conflagrations
the most valuable timber of every variety and sort, and to supersede this
primeval growth by the more precious production of rice, cotton, maize,
melons, pumpkins, peaches, apes, and other endless varieties for comfort and
luxury. All this is accomplished, be it known, by ways and means of which,
in the case of the new settler, stem necessity is the inventing mother. And
may we not here suggest the reflection how much the residuary occupants of
our glens are interested in these bush clearances. In receiving in regular
supplies: from that very district, the famous "Carolina Rice," chief of its
class, not to speak of other products, is there not awakened a feeling of
interest and grateful thanks to the memory of our hardy kinsman in the days
of yore. But progression and improvement is
the rule in every colony and growing community. By the increase of
population and settlement of a country the laws of society imperatively
demand a different mode of life. The abundant supply of the necessities of
life soon creates a desire for its comforts, and these in turn for its
conveniences and luxuries. This progressive change is distinctly marked in
the case before us. Very soon the nucleus of a town is seen iii the centre
of the settlement, where the products of industry could be bartered and
sold, and where the usual system of commerce could afford facilities for
supplying the growing demands of a prosperous community. The name of
Campbelton is given to this hamlet, thus identifying the national origin of
its patriotic founders, and when by subsequent emigrations it grew to a
large and commercial importance, rivalling and soon surpassing its namesake
in the Fatherland, and becoming the seat of justice and general centre of
traffic for that whole Highland district, the names of its commercial firms,
of its civic officials, judges, and barristers, unmistakeably declared that
the name of the town was well chosen. And although the course of events
afterwards changed its original designation to that of La Fayette or
Fayettevile, which it still retains, yet it will always be remembered with a
lively interest by Scottish Highlanders as the abode of their brave
countrywoman, the renowned heroine Flora Macdonald, whose memory is still
cherished in the country of her sojourn, and whose name is preserved from
oblivion by time gay and gallant little steamer "Flora Macdonald," which
plies up and down the unruffled waters of the Cape Fear.
As already remarked, this was the beginning of the
tide of emigration to Carolina, and at a period now buried in the annals of
well nigh a century and a half. The ice being thus broken, and the pioneers
of the flock giving good accounts of the new pasture, others soon eagerly
began to follow their footsteps in large numbers. There was, in fact, a
Carolina mania at that time, and which did not fairly subside until within
the last half century. It is here necessary to note the great event which
gave such a special impetus to the movement. That was the disastrous results
which followed the memorable rebellion of '45. The collapsing of the
romantic scheme which enlisted so many brave mountaineers, and unsheathed so
many claymores, proved ruinous to the whole race of Scottish Celts. There
was no discrimination made in the exercise of punishment between those "who
were out" for Charlie, and those who followed Maccallan Mor and others in
defence of the reigning dynasty. All were alike nationally persecuted, so
that the whole system of clanship was completely and for ever broken up. The
golden chain of patriarchal respect and affection to the chief, cemented by
law or immemorial usage, was now severed. No military service or vassalage
could any more be exacted by a feudal superior, and no support or protection
could henceforth be expected by the vassal. All was now at an end; and the
ghostly idea of chieftainship, which still hovers in our mists, is only
entertained as a harmless sentiment or a pleasant burlesque. The Highlander
was totally disarmed. Those weapons, as naturally associated with the
mountaineer's life as the implements of husbandry to the farmer, were
wrested from him, and heavy fines and transportation enforced in case of
disobedience. Nay more, his very garb was proscribed. A romantic costume,
suggestive of the well-known dirk and other weapons of military warfare, and
of prowess, bravery, and skill, in the use of them, falls under the ban of
the state. What must have been the Gael's feelings, from this state of
things, we can easily imagine. Dispirited, insulted, outlawed, without chief
or protector, with such a complete revolution in his social life, he has no
alternative but to quit his native haunts and try to find peace and rest in
the unbroken forests of Carolina. Accordingly the flame of enthusiasm for
foreign adventure passes like wild fire through the highland glens and
islands at the period to which we refer. It pervades all classes, from the
poorest crofter to the well-to-do farmer, and in some cases men of easy
competence, who were, according to the appropriate song of the day, "dol a
dlz'iarruidh an fhortain do North Carolina," (i.e., sequ.enfuri fortunam
usque Oaiolinam).
Within a short time great
crowds had left the country. Large ocean crafts, from several of the Western
Lochs, laden with hundreds of passengers, sailed direct for the far west,
and this continuous tide kept rolling westwards from year to year, until at
the era of the Colonial Revolution, the Highland settlers in Carolina could
be numbered by many thousands. And there you find their worthy sons at the
present day, occupying a large area of the state, no less than five counties
in a body, all preserving the genuine names and sterling qualities of their
sires; and with their known enterprise and patient industry, exerting more
than their numerical share of political influence in that country. They
constitute doubtless the largest Gaelic community out of Scotland,
tenaciously holding the religion of their fathers, and preserving, to some
extent, their language and customs. And be it known to our "Brither Scots"
of Saxon origin, that these are known by their neighbours as preminently
"the Scotch," and their tongue "the Scotch language," so that a native of
Auld Reeky or Dumfries, without a knowledge of the Celtic tongue, could
hardly pass muster among them for being a genuine son of Scotia.
But the clans were not long settled in the land of
their adoption before having their national character put to the test. The
occasion was furnished by the unfortunate revolt of the North American
Colonists, arising from causes useless to dilate upon at this time of day,
but which might have been obviated at the time by wise imperial policy, and
thus retained under the imperial aegis an enormous territory which has since
then become an independent and powerful rival. Of course the Carolina
Highlander was not a disinterested spectator of the rising struggle. Nor was
it with him a question for a moment upon which side his claymore should be
unsheathed. Naturally Conservative, and ever loyal to constituted
authorities, he at once enlisted under the banner of King George the Third,
and resolved with devoted loyalty and wonted military prowess to exert his
utmost endeavours to perpetuate the British sway and quell the great
rebellion. At the call of his leaders, and to the martial strains of his
national pipes, he readily obeys; and with such alacrity as if summoned by
the fiery cross of old, he musters to the central place of rendezvous, band
after band, day after day, until a whole regiment of active volunteers are
enrolled and ready for action. This was called the "Highland Regiment of
Carolina," a body of men, let us remark, less known in history than it
deserves; for in resolute courage, strength of nerve and muscle, intrepid
bravery and unshaken fidelity, few instances could be found of superior
excellence within the annals of the empire. The officers of the regiment
were taken from influential leaders among the emigrants, and it need hardly
be said, were of the same sterling metal. When we mention the name of Capt.
Macdonald of Kingsborough, the husband of the famous Flora, and another
officer of the same clan, as also the names of Macleod and M'Arthur, all of
whom were the ruling chiefs of the "Royalists," it will at once appear how
homogeneous was the body, and how naturally they were all animated by a
kindred spirit with the view of achieving the same great end. Thus
marshalled under the royal standard, they rush into the contest, with the
sole determination, be the issue what it might, of discharging their
conscientious duty to their king and country, and resolved with true
Highland courage to conquer or to die. But, alas, this latter was, in
substance, the inevitable alternative to which they had to succumb. The odds
against them was overpowering. For even supposing them to have had the
advantages of regular military discipline, they were not able to withstand
the immense numbers by which they were assailed. Almost the whole colonies
were in a state of revolt, and the imperial forces, from well-known causes,
were few and far between. There was, therefore, no help for the royal cause.
After long and fatiguing marches by night and day, through creeks and
swamps, in and sand and scorching sun, and after several desperate
encounters with the numerous foe, meeting them at various points, they had
finally to disperse, and thus for ever surrender a cause which it was
hopeless to have undertaken. Their leaders had to flee for life and find
their way through swamp and forest to the far distant sea-board, as their
only hope of safety. This they made out, and then found the means of
transit, though by a circuitous voyage, across the ocean to their native
land. The perils and hardships endured by these in their several routes
could not be narrated in the space at our disposal. But we cannot take leave
without briefly relating the daring exploit of one of their leaders after
being captured and imprisoned. This, however, must be reserved for a
subsequent number.
JOHN DARROCH, M.A. |