Perhaps there is no part
of the Western Highlands that has clung so tenaciously to the traditions
of old, and the glory of the ancient heroes, as the district of Lochaber.
This, however, is not to be much wondered at when it is remembered that
although the West of Scotland has frequently been overrun by our
enemies, they never obtained a firm footing in Lochaber. The Roman
legions, in attempting to penetrate into the wilds of Lochaber, came to
grief in the Moor of Rannoch, and Tacitus, the Roman historian, relates
that the Romans in one campaign in Caledonia lost 60,000 men.. These are
traditionally believed to have perished in the winter’s storms in the
Moor of Rannoch in the attempt to penetrate into Lochaber. At a later
period, we find the Lochaber men, under Sir Ewen Cameron of Lochiel,
compelling the great Oliver Cromwell to make honourable terms of peace
with them. It is perhaps to be regretted that the men who handed down
the stories of the noted men of old, and their deeds of valour and
daring, are fast dying out. A number of years ago many old men in
Lochaber were able to give endless accounts of such men as Sir Ewen
Cameron, Taillear Dubh na Tuaighe, Domhnuill Donn, and other popular
heroes.
Most of the traditions of the district relate to prowess in war or the
chase. A good many stories are told of the Lochaber men’s dexterity with
the long-bow, and indeed it is possible there are some among us to this
day who are fairly good at “drawing the long bow.” If the stories that
are handed down to us regarding the feats of the Lochaber Archers are
true, they would vie with the best archers of' Sherwood Forest. The
favourite wood for the bow was the yew (Iubhair), and the arrows were
winged with the Loch Treig eagle feather, thus distinguishing them from
the grey goose shaft of “Merry England.” Among the famous huntsmen of
old flourishes the name of Donald Macdonald, better known as Domhnuill
MacFhuilaidh nandan, who belonged to the Braes of Lochaber. Besides
being a huntsman and noted archer, he was no mean poet, although only
one authentic poem of his has been handed down to posterity. This poem
is known as “A’ chomhachag.” According to this man, the proper place to
fix the arrow when hunting the-deer was in the stag’s ear. In a verse of
the poem mentioned, in praise of a member of the Keppoch family, he
says: — “’S trie a chur u do Shaighead an cruathas, An cluais an daimh
Chabraich an sas.”
It is related of Domhnuill MacFhuilaidh that on one occasion he followed
the chase outwith the bounds of Lochaber into Perthshire, and was
captured by the Earl of Athole. Donald being so captured outwith his own
territory was doomed to death by the imperious Earl. His fame, however,
as an archer had spread far and wide, and the Earl of Athole resolved to
put his dexterity to the test. For this purpose he brought him to a
hillside in charge of a strong guard. On arriving there, the Earl
pointed out to Donald a hind which was grazing, with its head away from
them, showing only the hind quarters, and told him if he could pierce
one of the hind’s eyes with an arrow his life would be spared. To any
man, even the best rifle shot of the present day, this task might appear
hopeless, but Donald rose to the occasion. He quietly took a blade of
grass lengthways between his thumbs, and blowing through between them to
make the blade of grass act as a reed, emitted a sound resembling the
cry of a fawn. The hind, immediately on hearing the sound, turned its
head in the direction whence it proceeded, and gave Donald his desired
opportunity, of which he was not slow to take advantage. Promptly
bending his bow, the shaft whistled through the air, and the hind fell
dead, the arrow entering by an eye and piercing the brain. To the credit
of the Athole men, it is said that Donald was forthwith set at liberty,
and is believed to have died at a good old age in the Braes of Lochaber.
A story is told of a love-lorn Badenoch man who resolved to take a wife
from Lochaber. He accordingly came to the district with twelve men, and
before the lady’s relatives could save her, he carried her off,
proceeding up Glen Spean on the north side of the river and towards Loch
Laggan. The lady’s brother, however, armed himself with his bow and
arrows, and started in pursuit of the kidnapper. He proceeded along the
south bank of the river, and got in front of his enemies at a point
between Fersit and Moy. He took up his position in a hollow on the south
side of the river, and awaited the passing of the Badenoch men on the
north side. While so waiting, he busied himself sharpening his arrows on
a stone. In due time the kidnapping party appeared on the road leading
to Kingussie. The leader, as a mark of distinction, wore a red cloak,
and towards him the Lochaberian’s shaft was directed. The shaft found
its mark, and the leader fell, but no sooner had he fallen than the next
in rank donned the red cloak, and he immediately shared the fate of his
leader. The remaining men successively donned the fateful red cloak, but
they all fell by the unerring shafts of the Lochaber man. Having killed
the thirteen men, he threw their bodies into a small pond near the River
Spean, which is still pointed out to the visitor, and took the young
lady home. The stone on which the arrows were sharpened is still pointed
out, with the impression or groove made in it by the arrow heads. This
stone was pointed out to the writer a few years ago. The distance
between the stone and where the Badenoch men are said to have fallen is
not less than two hundred yards, so that the old English statute
prohibiting practice with the long-bow at a shorter distance than a
furlong (220 yards) was amply justified.
Ian Beag a Bhuilg (Little John of the White Quiver— according to some,
John Cameron of Inchree, but according to other McLachlan of Coruanan)
was another famous archer. It is told of him that when the Ardnamurchan
men under Mac Mliic Eoin invaded Ardgour, he formed one of the party
that resisted the invasion. The invading chief was mounted and clad in
complete steel, and when he rode in front of his host to view his
enemies, the day being warm, he raised the visor of his helmet to wipe
the sweat from his brow. While doing so a shaft from the bow of the
redoubtable Ian Beag pinned his hand to his forehead, causing instant
death to the chief, and dismay to his followers, who forthwith fled. Ian
Beag is also credited with killing Cameron of Glen Nevis. Apparently
there was bad blood between them, and Ian resolved to do away with the
chief of this sept of the Clan Cameron. To achieve his purpose he
induced Cameron’s dairymaid to inform him where and when he could see
her master, without being seen. The dairymaid informed him that he could
see the chief at the front of the house early in the morning, when she
would give himself and his retainers their morning drink of warm milk.
She further explained that the chief would be the first to receive the
cuach or drinking cup. Ian accordingly hid himself in some brackens at a
convenient distance from Glen Nevis House, which in those days was at
Achan Lagan Bhig. The chief appeared in the morning as usual, and
received the cuach from the dairymaid, and while raising it to his lips
an arrow from Ian’s bow pierced the hand holding the cup and penetrated
his breast. Some say this happened not at Acha’n Lagan Bhig but at
Innis-nan-ceann, a place further up Glen Nevis, and that the man who was
killed was in the act of drinking out of what is termed a “cuman,” a
kind of wooden pail or bucket, and that the arrow pierced the “cuman”
and penetrated the man’s head. The writer ventures no opinion as to
which version is the authentic one.
Quite a halo of romance surrounds the memory of Domh-nuill Donn Mac-Fear
Bhothuintinn. He was the son of MacDonald of Bohuntin, and lived about
the beginning of the seventeenth century. Donald was a noted
cattle-lifter, the district of Strathspey suffering much from his
depredations. Although so frequently engaged in marauding expeditions,
he found time to cultivate the muse, and was a bard of considerable
merit. A verse from one of his songs shows the contempt in which he held
the Grants of Strathspey. He thus refers to the Chief of that clan : —
“Ged is carrach leat mo
cheann,
’S ged is cam leat mo chasan;
Thoginn creach ’o Tighearna Grannd
’S ghabhinn dram’s dol seachad.”
On one occasion he
successfully lifted a creach in the North Country, and took the
dairymaid with him to attend the cattle. On arriving with his spoil on
the confines of Lochaber, and while resting for the night, he entrusted
the dairymaid to the care of the lady of the house where he lodged,,
upon whom he looked as a friend. This good lady, however, seems to have
been of a sympathetic nature, and the dairymaid easily prevailed upon
her to set her at liberty in the dead of night, while Domhnuill Donn was
sound asleep. When thus set at liberty, the dairymaid called the cows,
which, recognising her voice, immediately followed her, and when
Domhnuill arose in the morning the maid and cattle-were “ower the hills
and far awa’.”
On another occasion Domhnuill Donn made a raid into Glencoe (one of
many), but met with indifferent success. Instead of coming home with
cattle and horses as was his wont, he had to flee for his life, hotly
pursued by the Glencoe men into the heart of Lochaber. "On arriving at
Inverlochy he resolved, in order to elude his pursuers, to cross the
Lochy to the north bank by a ford which then existed, about half a mile
above the present suspension bridge. He successfully negotiated the
ford, but on landing on the north bank one of the Glencoe men, an
archer, appeared on the south bank. Bending his bow and letting fly an
arrow at Donald, the Gloncoe man shouted “Sin agad. . . . ite firein
Ghlinn Iubhair.” The arrow missed its mark, and Donald immediately
returned the compliment with the remark—“Sin agad.... ite firein Locha
Treig.” Donald’s aim was better than his adversaries, his arrow piercing
the latter's heart.
Domhnuill Donn ultimately fell a victim to the wiles of a woman. He was
decoyed to Inverness, and while there an attempt was made to capture
him. He, however, escaped from the town, hotly pursued by a company of
men—sixty-three according to himself. He had with him a matchlock or
musket—a rare weapon in the Highlands at that time. It proved of no
avail, having missed fire, and Donald was captured. He was tried at
Inverness for horse-stealing and other offences, condemned, and
sentenced to be beheaded, which sentence was duly carried out. While in
prison under sentence of death he composed several songs, many of which
are common in Lochaber at the present time. In one of these he regrets
that he was captured without shedding a drop of his enemies’ blood;
opens in a torrent of invective upon the useless matchlock, and bewails
the* want of a trusty claymore. So highly was Domhnuill Donn esteemed
even by the officials of the law, that it is believed in his native
place to the present day, that if only a dozen of his countrymen had
appeared at Inverness to demand his: release, even when under sentence
of death, he would have been set at liberty. With reference to the
Gaelic quotations in the foregoing pages, it is left to the members of
the Gaelic Society to translate them, and also to fill in the blanks!
The battle of Mull Roy, which was fought between the Mackintoshes,
supported by a company of regulars, and the MacDonells of Keppoch, is of
course matter of history; but there are some traditions connected with
the battle which have rarely appeared in print. One of these is to the
effect that a man named Campbell, who attended cattle at Loch-treig,
hearing that the fiery cross had been sent through the Braes of Lochaber,
hied him to join the Keppoch standard. He arrived on the east bank of
the River Roy as the opposing hosts were engaging in battle on the west
bank, the Mackintoshes and their allies being drawn along the foot of
the hill and near to the river. Apparently the worthy herd was
distinguished by the Mackintoshes as a foeman, for before he could cross
the river he was wounded by an arrow in the thigh. 'Extracting the
weapon, with a contemptuous remark, he •bandaged his wound, and then
sprang across the river at a narrow gorge, new known as “The
Mackintosh’s Leap,” from the fact of the standard-bearer of the latter
having jumped across at the same place later in the day to save the
standard. Being totally unarmed, this worthy son of Diarmid pulled down
the branch of an ash tree, and swinging it round his head dashed at his
enemies, attacking them in the rear, and, it is believed, causing such
confusion in their ranks as materially contributed to their defeat. Be
this as it may, it is said that when the fight was over, the herd was
the proud possessor of a sword. |