On the 3d September I left Spittal of Glenshee,
alone, early, and fasting, but without my reluctance. It was a wet,
cold morning but the country being new to me, I did not much mind
the state of ie weather. Though this glen is by no means so high as
the Crathie and Braemar district, yet the crops were far behind—in
many fields as green as leeks. This must be owing to the soil being
deeper and wetter than that in Glen Dee. There is a neat Free Church
and Manse at Cray, about four miles below the inn—one of the
prettiest spots in the glen, and the minister is one of the best of
his class, and esteemed accordingly. Though an old and much-valued
friend, I could not think of disturbing his slumbers, especially as
I had to proceed to Coupar-Angus in time to reach Edinburgh that
night. In the immediate vicinity stands a remarkably well-kept,
though small mansion-house, belonging to a military gentleman, who
takes a warm interest in the adjoining church. A splendid flag was
still flying here, in honour of her Majesty’s recent visit. At a
place called Persie, there was to be held that day a great cattle
fair; and here there is a remarkably small place of worship,
belonging to the Establishment ; this being a detached portion of
the parish of Bendochy. The bell and belfry are proportionally
small, the former positively not larger than one belonging to a
common bedroom. Great numbers of farmers and drovers, &c., were
flocking to the fair from all directions.
About ten, I reached the neat little inn at Bridge of
Cally, fourteen miles from the Spittal. On entering, I was much
disappointed to find all in confusion. Mine hostess apologised, by
saying, that her arrangements had been much disturbed by having to
supply some scores of farmers and drovers with breakfast a short
time before my arrival—sufficient, certainly, to account for all
that was amiss; and, as they had left abundance of good things for
me, I had no reason to complain. This is an interesting spot; and
here may be reckoned the boundary of the Highlands in this district
of Perthshire. The rivers Airdle and Shee meet a little way below
the inn, and form the Ericht. At the bridge, the bed of the river is
rocky, with amazingly deep black pools, which gives the scene a
romantic appearance. Over the bridge was a very tasteful triumphal
arch, richly festooned with heather, with tne Gaelic word FaiUe in
large characters in the centre. I asked a schoolmaster-look-ing man
the meaning of the word, pronouncing it according to my ability. He
laughed at my abortive attempt, substituting a guttural ejaculation,
no more like the spelling than any other sound in existence. The
term, it seems, implies Welcome or HailI.
It is really high time the Gaelic were altogether
suppressed, and fortunately this happy era seems not far distant. In
Braemar and Glenshee, it is miserably adulterated with English and
Lowland Scotch, as is the. case in all districts where there is much
intercourse with the low country. But this is not the worst of it.
Wherever Gaelic is the prevailing tongue, there must necessarily
exist much ignorance and bigotry, as the population generally, not
being able to read English, are at the mercy of those who are full
of prejudices, and very much require to be themselves taught the
first principles of civilisation. How can it be expected that any
accessions to literature or science can emanate from districts where
this undefined and fluctuating jargon prevails? In this point of
view, such parts of Scotland are a dead loss to it, excepting in
cases where individuals have migrated to more enlightened regions;
and, as to religion, it is quite sufficient to say “the Men” will
look after that. Similar remarks are applicable to Ireland and
Wales.
Immediately after crossing the Bridge of Cally, the
country acquires quite a Lowland aspect. Well-enclosed fields and
heavy crops prove the food of man is more an object with the farmer
than the food of cattle. A highly ornamental lodge by the roadside
terminates a long approach to Glen Ericht Cottage, the beautiful
seat of General Sir William Chalmers, one of the heroes of Waterloo,
who has exchanged the sword for the ploughshare, as he seems now to
be much interested in the agncultural improvement of this district
Near this I observed a species of rake, different from any I have
seen, for gathering the droppings of the harvest-field. It seemed
about five or six feet long, with a wheel at each extremity about a
foot in diameter, with teeth of six inches, fixed in what may be
termed the axle-tree. One man draws this across the ridges, that the
farrows may be reached. It appeared a very simple and effective mode
of gleaning. A similar machine is used in the Lothians, drawn, by a
horse. The next place deserving of particular notice is Craighall,
certainly the most striking spot of the kind I ever saw. It stands
on a very lofty perpendicular bank of the Ericht. There is a
wicket-gate, and a good footpath down to the river, which for miles
is of the most romantic description, richly wooded, and the banks
very high and precipitous. The mansion-house ovei> looks the nver on
the opposite side. Eight under the windows there is a pool of
prodigious .depth, overhung at a great height by a semicircular
balcony. The view very much resembles that at Hawthornden, but is
much grander, as the river is far larger and the banks more
imposing. I descended to the water’s edge, and walked upwards about
200 yards, where my progress was obstructed by a long, deep pool, on
which, was a boat, apparently for scenic effect, as Lord Kinnoul has
effectually prevented salmon from ascending so far—a service for
which anglers in Glenshee may well have a rod in pickle for his
Lordship. Whoever has it in his power should not pass this very
singular and beautiful scene unexplored.
Not far from Craighall is Blairgowrie, the situation
of which is remarkably fine; but the mills, with which it abounds in
all directions, remind you that you have emerged from the Highlands,
and prove that the picturesque is not so much an object with the
inhabitants as the rise and fall of cotton. Many neatly kept places
in the vicinity, how* ever, evince the proprietors to have an eye to
the dulce at well as the utile. From Blairgowrie to Coupar-Angus the
distance is five miles. There are plenty of coaches here for the
railway; but being quite fresh, and as there were none to start for
an hour or two, I proceeded on foot, completing my twenty-five miles
easily by three o’clock. Just before reaching Coupar, the Isla is
crossed, the largest feeder of the Tay, excepting perhaps the
Tummel. The Ericht is a branch of the Isla. Soon after arriving in
Coupar, a train came up from Aberdeen, which entered, and, to our
mutual surprise, my friend and I met in the same carriage, and were
carried to Edinburgh, through Perth and Fife Shires—the same line on
which we had travelled northwards a fortnight before.
After spending a day in Edinburgh and its vicinity,
we returned to the south, parting at Abington, where we had started
together. I passed two days much to my satisfaction in Moffat, which
is progressing faster as a fashionable summer resort than any place
of the kind in Scotland. Around it are many neat lodging-houses
springing up like mushrooms; and hundreds of gay people frequent the
Well every morning, many of them with handsome equipages, but the
far greater number on foot. It is pleasant to think that, as the
railway has in a great measure made Moffat, so Moffat, on the good
old principle of riff-oaff, is the best spoke, perhaps, in the wheel
of the Caledonian betwixt Carlisle and Glasgow.
I have now finished my mountain rambles, probably for
ever, in so far at least as the public is concerned. I make no doubt
many will be disposed to ridicule me for egotism and magnifying my
exploits; bat such captious, carping critics do not annoy me. while
my unpretending lucubrations have been so favourably noticed in many
of our most popular and respected periodicals. Even though this had
not been the case, I have had nearly as mueh enjoyment in recording
my wanderings as I had when actually engaged with them. As the comic
song says, "All have their hobbies.” Mine has been hill climbing,
and it would be well if all were of as innocent a description. This
taste has been cultivated by many men distinguished for literature
and science. Why, then, should I be ashamed to avow it? We have even
seen that the highest Lady in the land has overtopped some of our
noblest mountains, and she will yet, I trust, stand on the loftiest
pinnacle of her European dominions. Many of her sex are fired with
similar ambition. Among others, I may mention the authoress of "Self
Control and Discipline”— a lady not less distinguished for high
literary talents than for the still nobler graces of morality and
religion. In writing to her friend, the celebrated Miss Joanna
Baillie (see "Memoirs"), she says—“I am not sure that the benefit is
lasting; but I know that the climbing of hills has an admirable
effect on the spirits at the time. Perhaps my feeling is partly
prejudice; but it is not quite so—therefore, though you should not
join in it, do not hold it in utter derision. I jumped with joy
when, from the top of one of our own mountains, l have unexpectedly
seen, as it were just at my feet, some well-known object which I had
thought far beyond my sight.”
Being the avowed “Pedestrian Tourist’s Friend” I
shall close my communications with a few homely but useful hints:—If
a man’s constitution be tolerably sound, he should not encumber
himself with much clothing. I have never been half so much annoyed
by rain and cold, as by heat. Continued exercise promotes and
preserves warmth, and if you get yourself all right at the end of
your day’s work, as will generally be the case, the contrast will
amply repay you for a pretty effectual drenching: “he never knew
pleasure that never knew pain.” An umbrella I never could think of,
as it always reminded me of Bowbells and Cockneyism. Besides, there
are now such admirable wax cloth contrivances, light and waterproof,
as to supersede the use of an umbrella, which, when rain is
accompanied with high wind, is a miserable encumbrance, and is often
blown into ribbons. I never even carried a greatcoat till this
season, when I expected to have been obliged to pass several nights
m the open air. In my Highland trips, I never wear either flannel or
cotton under garments; these, however, cannot be safely dispensed
with by those who are accustomed to use them. A couple of spare
shirts, as many pairs of socks, and a pair of shoes, are the
principal things required; and if these, alone with a book or two,
maps, &c., be carried about with you from morning till night in hot
weather, you will find them quite enough of luggage. To accommodate
them and yourself, the best thing I know is a pretty large fishing
basket, covered with wax cloth, having the security of a padlock.
This has a light and gentleman-like air with it; and if you carry a
staff-rod, with the reel upon it, there is no saying but you may
pass for a gentleman altogether, whose carriage and horses await him
at the next stage.
As to the description of shoes that should be worn, I
have already been pretty explicit; I may add, however, that they are
generally got too heavy. We all know, that, in horse-racing, a few
pounds tell strongly against any horse; as was recently proved in
the case of the. till then, unbeaten Flying Dutchman. Now, it in a
three mile race, the horse is thus encumbered by a few pounds, it
may readily be conceived that a man carrying an unnecessary
half-pound on each foot, during a whole day, will not be much the
stronger for it. Besides, a very thick shoe, with large nails, wants
that elasticity which is required for comfortable walking, while it
beats and bruises the foot. A shoe an inch thick on the heel, and
half an inch on the sole, is the outside thickness that should be
worn, with sparables instead of jackets, where they are most likely
first to fail. For the information of my English readers (of whom I
am glad to say I have many), I may explain that the former of these
terms implies small nails without heads; and the latter, short nails
with very broad heads, which are apt to slip among the rocks, and
annoy you in this way, as well as by their superfluous weight.
As the preservation of the feet is a primary
consideration, I must not here omit giving some instructions on this
subject, with which I was lately favoured by a friend. To my u Si
quid novisti challenge formerly promulgated, he takes up the
gauntlet, boldly replying "Quid novi” I do know a more excellent
way; and I consider his communication well worthy of attention.
“Before starting" says he, “procure one or two large bladders, dried
of course; cut them into soles, so as to cover the whole of the
foot, and well round the edges, the farther up the better. Put one
on each foot next the skin, stitching them slightly to the stocking.
When first put on, you will feel them stiff and cold, but in a short
time the heat brings out the latent oil, and prevents all friction.
If your journey is to be long, you should have several pairs, in
this way, all scalding, beating, and blistering, are avoided. This I
know by experience; and I knew a man, seventy years of age, who
thought nothing of walking fifty miles a-day, when thus prepared for
the task.”
As to the pace to be observed, let it not be quick,
if you are not walking for a wager. The exertion in quick walking
produces excoriation (unless, to be sure, my friends panacea be
used), and by the end of the day you will lament your mistake.
Remember the fable of the Hare and Tortoise. If walking close for
several weeks, you will find thirty or even twenty-five miles a-day
fair enough work, and the pace should not exceed three-and-a-half
miles in the hour; or three, stoppages included. I have heard of
wonderful performances in the way of quick walking; but, for my
part, I never could manage above six miles in the hour, and if I had
tried it longer I should have been much distressed. I recollect
reading of a man in Glasgow who walked fourteen miles in two hours.
I did not believe it That he went over the ground in that time, I
doubt not; but that he walked over it, I cannot believe, as I do not
think the human body is so framed as to admit of it I regard it
as physically impossible, unless the two feet are off the ground at
the same time, which implies running. I need scarcely add that
frequent ablution will tend greatly to the comfort of the pedestrian
in various ways, and among the rivers and lakes of the Highlands, he
can never be at a loss for indulgence in this luxury.
I have now said all that I deem necessary on this
subject, and trust my remarks will not be thrown away, as they have
been penned with a sincere desire to extend that rational happiness
to others, which, through a kind Providence, I have so long enjoyed
myself. My remarks will not be wasted if the animate the young and
healthful duly to improve these blessings, while, at the same time,
they cultivate their minds by acquiring an experimental knowledge of
men and things. Let them not keep aloof from any stranger who may
casually be thrown in their way, if they have reason to believe him
to be an honest ana well-meaning man. Something may be learned
almost from any one, if you can hit upon that subject to which his
attention has been particularly directed. Frequently I have asked mv
entertainer to join me in my evening meal, and I never failed in
this way to obtain such local intelligence as amply to repay me for
this trivial mark of civility. As my concluding advice, I would
counsel you not to be readily disconcerted, nor yield to despondency
in bad weather, as a few days of that will only cause you to enjoy
good weather the more—
*Think not clouds will always lout;
Hope not sunshine every hour.”
I would have closed this series of rambles with a
graphic account of the ascent of Snowdon by a young friend who was
accidentally my companion, two years ago, at Ben Wyvis, had he not
therein stated, that there is now a confectioner’s shop dose to the
summit of the Welsh champion! A cook-shop on the top of Snowdon,
where you may be supplied with all sorts of pasties and foreign
liqueurs, and sleep on a feather, instead of a leather, bed! This is
going a-head with a vengeance. I trust the Prince of Wales, young
though he be, will assert the dignity of this splendid mountain, the
main ornament of his principality, and scatter the above abomination
to the four winds of heaven. This absurdity is only surpassed by the
celebrated Right in Switzerland, to which you may be wafted
in a coach-and-four, meet with hundreds of people from all nations
for several months in the year, and be regaled with all the
delicacies of Italy and France, while shoals of pampered and
pernimed lackeys are fluttering in all directions! This is certainly
the acme, the ne plus ultra of European Cockneyism. The bare idea of
the thing is revolting to the feelings of a genuine mountaineer.
Away with such monstrosities from our British shores! They may be
suited for the aged, the infirm, and the softer portion of the
softer sex, but ought, upon no account, to be countenanced by the
healthy and robust Let our young men cultivate hardihood and
activity—those manly virtues which now-a-days are too apt to be
overlooked—and shun those effeminate, enervating indulgences, which
have always been the harbingers of national degeneracy ana ruin.
Rather than satisfy my taste with such delicacies, infinitely would
I prefer sitting all alone on the summit of Caimtoul or Brae-ri&ch,
my whole repast being a crust of bread soaked in the infant Dee.
This is the true way of enjoying such scenery. The buoyancy of
spirits of a hardy pedestrian, whose mind is qualified for duly
appreciating the sublime grandeur of our Scotch Highlands and
Islands, can hardly be adequately described; and, under Providence,
such a man will be as active at threescore as he would have been at
“Thy spirit, Independence, let me share,
Lord of the lion-heart, and eagle-eye;
Thy steps I’ll follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that sweeps along the sky.”
P. S.—Since writing the above, I have had the
pleasure of receiving the following very satisfactory information
from my friend, the minister of Braemar. It will be seen from it
that I had been in error as to the Queen’s lease of Balmoral. The
public will rejoice with me in learning that there is every prospect
of Scotland being honoured with her Majesty’s presence for a much
longer period than I had at first been led to imagine, even
supposing she were not ultimately to be the purchaser of Balmoral:—
“You ask me to inform you if I detected any
inaccuracies in your letters. Instead of that, I have been
particularly struck with the extraordinary correctness of your
statements, and the amount of information connected with the
district, considering the shortness of your sojourn in it. I have
seen many most inaccurate and absurd things reported of Deeside and
its lions during the last three years; but there is nothing of this
kind in your "Rambles." The only inaccuracy I observe in the whole
series, is your remarking that the lease of Balmoral is nearly
expired. This is not the case. The late tenant, Sir Robert Gordon,
had a lease of the place secured not only during his own life, but
for twenty-eight years afterwards, which his brother, the Earl of
Aberdeen, inherited on Sir Robert’s death in 1847. On this we
learn, as I have always understood, the Queen entered three yean
ago, so that she has the secure possession of Balmoral, as tenant,
for about a quarter of a century to come. It is generally surmised
that she is anxious to become proprietrix of the estate; and it is
hoped the proprietors will be disposed to meet her Majesty’s views
in the matter." |