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Northern
Rural Life in the Eighteenth Century
CRAFTSMEN, ITINERANT AND OTHER |
CRAFTSMEN— ITINERANT CRAFTSMEN AND TRADERS
—COAL AND PEAT—THE SMITH—THE WRIGHT
— THE TAILOR—THE PACKMAN—THE HORNER—JOCK
YOUNG, AND TIB DOO.
Various facts, stated in the preceding pages, serve to
show the comparatively backward condition, not only of agriculture, but of
the mechanical arts as well, during the greater part of the eighteenth
century. Other illustrations of a similar kind might be given. But in
place of dealing with particular details of that sort, it may serve the
end equally well to glance at the subject from a different point of view.
Few things can be clearer than that the capability of readily forging
iron, and bringing it into use for the purposes of industrial life within
a community, is essential to real progress under the conditions of modern
civilisation. Without that, all kinds of mqchanism must remain
comparatively rude, and the results achieved thereby be correspondingly
inconsiderable. Now, in the business of forging iron to purpose, the aid
of coal as a potent fuel has been found of the utmost consequence. And
during a great part of the eighteenth century very little coal, indeed,
was used in those districts of Scotland that were dependant on other parts
for a supply. We get an idea of the quantity in an indirect way. At the
Union in 1707, the Scottish Commissioners opposed the exaction of a duty
on coal ; yet till far through the century a duty of 3s. 8d. a ton
continued to be levied on all coal "carried coastwise" to any part of
Britain. It was only by carriage coastwise, of course, that any such heavy
article as coal could be conveyed a moderate distance. Want of roads and
of wheeled vehicles made long land carriages impracticable. In 1775, a
House of Commons Committee had the duty entrusted to them of inquiring
into the state of the fisheries on the west and northern coasts of
Scotland. They seem to have entered on their remit in a comprehensive
spirit, dealing with the fiscal condition generally of the districts under
their notice. And the account they give of the state of the revenue in the
nine northern counties, including Argyle, Inverness, and Moray, on to
Shetland, could not have been encouraging in the eyes of those in charge
of the Exchequer. The average yield of the taxes levied for ten years had
been £5073 12s., and the cost of collection, £5167 19s., leaving a deficit
on the debtor side of the Treasury account of £94 7s. In speaking of the
coal duty, the Committee say—" It. appears from accounts laid on your
table that the whole nett duty collected on coal over all Scotland
does not exceed £3000 a-year ;" which they
sensibly enough remark, "furnishes the most convincing proof to your
Committee that the present duties are too high, and operate more as a
prohibition on the article than as a benefit to the revenue." At 3s. 8d. a
ton the net revenue from coal carried coastwise to every port of Scotland
that lay outside the coal regions—probably three-fourths of the whole area
at last—would represent a supply of less than 18,000 tons. As illustrating
the absolutely insignificant character of this supply in the light of
present-day requirements, it need only be stated that at the one port of
Aberdeen the yearly import of coal "coastwise" now is much beylmd 200,000
tons, while many thousand tons are imported by railway.
About the date just spoken of, the sum paid annually by
the inhabitants of Aberdeen for peat as fuel was as much as £3000,
frequently it was £4000; a greater sum than appears to have been realised
off the coal duty from the whole of Scotland. And as dried peat probably
did not cost much more per ton than the amount of the duty on that weight
of coal, the yearly consumpt by town’s folks must have been very
considerable. In the country districts the article coal was practically
unknown. About 1785, it was recorded as a thing worth making a note of
that "some of the gentry burn coals in their houses." But even then coal
had not come into general use with the ordinary blacksmith; and without
coal the smith was not good for much. To fit up a machine of any sort
where wheels and pinions and a "journal" on which they might run came into
use was quite beyond him. It taxed the powers of his peat and charcoal
fire and his rude "studdie" sufficiently to furnish forth the plough and
plough "graith," of the style already described, and, if a moderately
skilful man, to put a pair of shoes on the fore-hoofs of the farmers’
horses to wear while the peats were driving, and then to be taken off and
laid aside for renewed use when the like season of work came round again.
[From the "Brieffe Narrative" of Gilbert Blakhal we learn incidentally
that country blacksmiths could, in some case, do the farrier’s office
readily enough in the middle of the seventeenth century. In the Autumn of
1641 the worthy priest, travelling with his "Mass cloathes" concealed in
his valise, put up at a hostelrie on Moor of Rhynie to feed his horse; and
there had his coolness and courage put to the test by the rude captain of
a local company of "soldiers, all drunk as beastes," who vainly
endeavoured to bully the father into telling him who he was. He passed
over the hills of Cushnie, "as wyld a piece of ground as is in all
Brittaine," to Deeside; when his horse, which had been stung in the breast
by an adder by and bye, got so lame on the off fore-foot that he could not
put it to the ground. "I did make remove the shoe of that foote at the
Churehe of Birs," says the Father, "to sie what did hurt his foote. The
smith did not discover anything, nather in his foote or legge, and
therefor set on the shoe again, and so I did sometimes lead him, and
sometymes ryde upon him to Aberdeine, wher the ministers were holding
their General Assembly."]
The wright did his part without calling iron very
prominently into use. He could "knit the cupples" and set up the whole
roof timbers of a house, mainly, or indeed wholly, by the aid of stout
wooden pins driven into wimble holes. Even when slates came into use as a
roofing material, they were attached to the "sarking" not by iron nails
but by hardwood pins. And in the construction of a box bed, or the hanging
and fixing of a door, the resort to iron was wonderfully minimised. In the
case of the barn implements, including flail, and thrashing floor, it
could be dispensed with altogether. The ingenious business of wheelwright,
in which the turning-lathe was called into use, did not necessitate resort
to iron work to any noticeable extent. And the cooper or mugger, who
manufactured wooden cogs, caups, and ladles, articles of very essential
use in the domestic life of the time, was still less indebted to it as a
materiaL
Apart from the smith and wright, the two other
indispensable craftsmen were the shoemaker and the tailor; and of these
the tailor was the most important. During summer a good part of the
population did not much trouble themselves about shoes; or if they. did,
were content with brogues of untanned leather, fashioned by themselves.
But clothing of some sort for the main part of the body was a necessity at
all seasons, and a "stan’ o’ shapit claes" could not be had without the
tailor, who pursued his craft after the peripatetic mode, travelling from
house to house, and fashioning suits for the goodman and his grown up sons
off the blue or grey woollen web, spun by the women of the household, and
woven by the weaver driving his loom in the "mid-house" or other section
of his dwelling, to the order of his customers.
A far from unimportant member of the community was the
chapman, or "pack merchant," who supplied the wants of the people in so
far as cloth and other articles not of home manufacture were needed. With
his pack slung over his shoulder, and a big pack it often was, and his
eliwand in his hand, the chapman travelled on his round day by day. He was
known to his constituency, who gave him a ready welcome, and, with the due
amount of deliberation and haggling, bought such things as they required.
They were respectable men and industrious the chapmen, and at times
succeeded, as has been already hinted, in realising surprisingly large
sums ofmoneycomparatively. Here is the obituary notice of an Aberdeenshire
chapman, who departed this life in January, 1751 :—"Last
week died, of a short illness, William Urquhart, a well-known travelling
chapman, who, without noise or hurry, without horse or packs, without
fraud or dishonesty, acquired about £500 sterling, most of which was found
in his pockets in bank notes and good bills at his death—a singular
instance, "adds the chapman’s biographer, of the good effects of sobriety
and frugality." William Urquhart’s case had no doubt been a remarkable one
in some particulars, though by no means without parallel in the matter of
pecuniary results. The chapman, tramping away on his rounds day by day;
and attending the yearly fairs in his district to open out his pack into a
"stand" for the day—the cooper and mugger taking places alongside of him
with their wares—occasion ally worked his way to the possession of a
well-furnished "chop i’ the toon ;" and where his
ambition did not lead him that way, he frequently amassed what was to him
a comfortable competency. An inferior branch was the sale of chapbooks; a
species of popular literature well enough known so long ago as the time of
Swift, who names among the productions of "writers of and for Grub Street"
various chap books, such as "The Wise Men of Gotham," which, along with
Dougal Graham’s "Witty Exploits of Mr. George Buchanan, the King of Scots
Fool," and much else of a similar character, found circulation through the
medium of itinerants of no great standing, socially or otherwise, who
perambulated the rural districts and visited fairs and markets, vending
their penny chap books and halfpenny ballads, until long after the close
of the eighteenth century.
A craftsman who found place somewhere between the
classes who really earned their bread by the sweat of their brows and the
class who were utterly given over to sorning and vagabondage, was the
homer— nearly allied to the "tinkler," whose office was t~ "clout the
cauldron." The homer supplied the community with spoons; and the essential
implement of his craft was the wooden "caums,"
wherein the horn—cut up and partly dressed—after being reduced te a state
of greater pliability by heating, was moulded into the form of a "cutty."
The homer was of course a peripatetic; and as he tramped about, he easily
carried his kit of tools and a moderate supply of horns in a rough wallet
slung over his shoulder. He was not particular about his workshop. It
might be in the open air, by a convenient dykeside; or, if the weather was
bad, in the barn or other outhouse belonging to some friendly person who
did not begrudge him quarters for a night or two. The crafts of "tinkler"
and homer were followed generation after generation by certain families of
" cairds," habit and
repute. One of these families, of the name of Young, furnished a noted
thief and prison breaker, who, for the offence of mortally stabbing a
fellow caird, ultimately terminated his career on the gallows. A younger
and less notorious scion presents himself as a good type of the vagabond
homer: a wandering, homeless being, alien to the comforts and hating the
restraints of civiised life, ignorant and totally unlettered, yet not
without a certain technical knowledge of his own, and a certain
utitutored mannerliness of address. Such was Jock Young,
secundus, the
homer, who flourished in the early years of the present century. Among his
extra-professional accomplishments, Jock was a deft and willing dancer,
and, when fit occasion offered, would foot up the Ghiffie Callum or
Highland Fling to his "am sowif," for the delectation of his friends and
patrons. Like every true and pure-bred caird, Jock dearly loved whisky,
and when he got elevated with liquor was apt to be talkative, and a little
too demonstrative perhaps. At all other times his bearing towards those
among whom he was known was respectful and unobtrusive. When victuals were
needed or quarters had to be asked he would lie off about the "loan" foot
till his wife or other female of the party had done the necessary
pleadings, and then quietly lift and go elsewhere, if need were; or retire
to the barn, where his straw couch was to be for the night, not presuming
to intrude himself into the farmer’s dwelling unless asked. Jock’s partner
was Tib Doo; and as Jock loved whisky so did Tib; and through that very
love, it is to be feared, came to a caird’s end. It was at a favourite
haunt in the Garloch. Jock had gone elsewhere temporarily; on business, no
doubt; and it might be that there had been a tiff between him and Tib.
Anyhow, Tib, learning that there was to be a wedding next day at Lochie’s,
was wondrously loth to leave. But, while she might have the barn at will,
there was not a single wisp of straw for a bed. Tib would borrow a
"winlin" for herself she said; and so she did; and next day, of course,
saw her at the wedding, partaking freely of the "brakins" at the close of
the wedding feast. Likely she had not been able, by the end, to stir
further than to creep into Lochie’s barn somehow and unnoticed; and there,
by next morning, poor Tib Doo lay stark dead! The kindly neighbours did
the last services for her as couthily and Christianly as they might. She
was decently buried by the west gable of the auld "White Kirk," of which
hath it not been prophesied by "true Thomas" that it shall yet fall on a
Pasch Sunday! And all this was over some days ere her husband Jock came
tramping round with his wallet and his horns, and wistfully asking tidings
of Tib, towards whom his yearnings had begun to go forth again. On
learning her fate, his grief burst forth in a way that had not been
expected. Because Jock Young could drink and swear and quarrel, they had
thought that the emotional feeling within the rough bosom was incapable of
any other form.of expression; but, when Jock had been told the site of the
grave; when, as the parish choir, who had met for their weekly practising,
between the gloamin’ an’ the light, sang—
Guide me, oh ! thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim. through this barren land—
the poor homer was seen casting himself with wildly
despairing moans and lamentations above the spot by the White Kirk, where
the remains of Tib Doo lay, it was not wonderful if the more susceptible
of them should start at the gleam of intense realism cast athwart the
familiar words. Nor would it have been in the spirit of Christian charity
either to deify to the hapless half-civilised wanderer a word of
respectful sympathy; or to hold him incapable of genuine human affection,
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