THE economy, or want of economy, domestic and
otherwise, of the inhabitants of this northern desert may well be a
source both of interest and instruction. Ways and customs long since
banished from the more accessible portions of the empire yet hold
their ground in the remoter districts, and the celebrated and still
prolific mother of invention brings forth her peculiar offspring.
As you pass along some quiet path, a bevy of
strapping damsels with uncovered limbs issues from the rude doorway
of a “black house.” Those same limbs have been dexterously plied
“waulking” a new-made strip of blanketing, or so-called “kilt,” as
they name the homemade cloth of any or no colour, whether for the
trews of the master, or the petticoat or skirt of his dame.
Towards the north-east the spindle and distaff may
still be constantly seen at work, but in our immediate neighbourhood
the spindle is only used in twisting the thread, the wheel having
entirely surperseded the more primitive distaff as a spinner.
Formerly the girls, when employed out of doors during the summer,
made the warp with the distaff and spindle, as it made a more
regular and better warp than the wheel, and could be worked at by
fits and starts between other outdoor labours. Then, during the
winter, they worked at the weft on the wheel itself, by which to
complete the materials for the weaver.
Near the mouth of Loch Carlo way is a long cliff,
barely out of the perpendicular, which was pointed out to us as
having been scaled by a woman, who continued to work her distaff and
spindle during the ascent. Although the rocks were very smooth and
exceedingly steep, we can almost credit the tale, as we have
ourselves seen women carrying creels of seaware up almost
inaccessible cliffs. Of course, they are greatly assisted by the
prehensile action of the bare feet—boots being too valuable to be
worn among rocks or on the moor.
Place aux dames ; let us first consider in detail the
domestic arrangements in the hands of the women, and trace in order
the result of their industry, which is untiring, if not always
regulated to the best advantage.
As soon as the family is astir in the morning, the
grown-up girls, or whoever is entrusted with the duty, prepares to
go to the stack of peats on the moor for a supply of fuel. Before
setting out with her creel, she partakes of the roasted potatoes
which it is the common custom of the country people to place in the
ashes of the day’s fire before turning in for the night. On her
return the fire is made up, and cooking commences, which consists in
boiling a huge pot of potatoes, to be eaten with butter or milk by
the family ; or perhaps a piece of fish, fresh or salted, should the
men be fishermen; or a few herring, brought over last season from
Wick or Fraserburgh. If the potatoes are finished, as they will be
in spring, porridge takes their place, this breakfast being eaten
about ten or eleven in winter. These dishes form the principal part
of their diet, to which may be added, when the family is well off,
eggs from their poultry, together with the universal, wholesome, and
palatable barley bread, and of late years an occasional cup of tea.
A repetition of this meal again about six in the evening may be said
to constitute the customary diet.
It may be here observed that, as the white oats does
not grow well in most parts of the Lews, the old native black oats
is still cultivated; it has a much smaller grain and smaller yield
generally, and is too dark for porridge. This, then, they
principally consume in the form of sowens, made thus—As the meal
comes from the mill it is steeped in water, until the grain
dissolves and the whole sours: this takes from three days to a week.
The mixture is then strained, and the fine allowed to settle, while
water is added regularly to keep it to a right consistence. This is
kept for making a kind of pudding called sowens, which, when well
strained and not allowed to become too sour, is a most agreeable and
exceedingly nourishing food. Eaten with milk, it is a favourite
supper both among the natives of the Hebrides and many parts of the
mainland of Scotland. Occasionally they slaughter one of their small
sheep or some of their chickens, and therewith make soup, adding a
few cabbages from their gardens. “Gardens” is certainly a dignified
title for the small patches of land surrounded with high dykes,
containing a few scared-looking cabbages, and overtopped by an
interior circle of lank willow wands destined for the ribs of
creels. Excepting pots for boiling, which is an Hebridean’s only
mode of cooking, a gridiron for firing the cakes of oatmeal or
barley is the sole utensil. It is set on two long hind legs and two
short fore ones —like a kangaroo—and thus suited to the fire on the
floor. Potatoes, now so universal, have only been introduced about a
century, and tea has not been at all used in the West more than
twenty years. A field at Dalbeg is known as the “tea field,” from
having been once manured by the tea thrown ashore from a wreck, no
other use being found for it. Before the notorious root brought life
or laziness to the now numerous population, the inhabitants were
necessarily scant and red deer numerous. Venison, game, fish, milk,
and the produce of the land they chose to cultivate, and the cattle
or sheep they could afford to keep, enabled them to keep the wolf
from the door. At present they are of necessity omnivorous; no fish
comes amiss to them. Skate kept for such a length of time that when
raised to the mouth it attacks the nostrils like a bottle of
smelling salts, and known and beloved as sour skate, is a favourite
with all. Indeed, it often exercises after a time a fascinating
influence over the originally contemptuous Sassenach.
What is the reason for this? Is it not merely another
form of necessity for something tasty and stimulating to the palate,
to relieve the monotony of porridge or potatoes?
Dog fish (Spinax) kept for a short time and half
dried, like the skate without salt, is by some considered a tit-bit,
by others of more delicate stomach eaten for lack of something more
tasty. Perhaps desire for revenge for the ravages committed on the
ling, and to utilise the myriads of these savages dragged perforce
into their boats, may influence some. The belly should not be eaten
by any unaccustomed palate, nor allowed to enter any ordinary
stomach—it is so rank and oily. The back, however, when kept a short
time and properly prepared, we found not uneatable. All sea-fowl
they eat with avidity, the cormorant being eagerly sought for. In
some parts the Solan goose, fearfully offensive and rank though it
be, is eaten when young, fat, and tender, like “little Billee.” Even
some species of gulls, by the enterprising, are found to be eatable
when skinned. Almost every kind of shell-fish is willingly received,
and limpets are eaten in great quantities by the poor when they run
out of better food. They are understood to be very strong and
sustaining food, but the intestine, which they declare to be
injurious, is always drawn out before eating. Cockles boiled in
milk, cockle soup, pickled cockles, are all held by connoisseurs to
be super-excellent when well managed. Sufficient may be had in
Stornoway for a few halfpence to form a most delicious repast.
Scallops are always heartily welcome, and, besides their edible
properties, the shells are in general use—the convex as a
butter-scoop, the flat being delegated to the milk-basin as a
creamer.
The sea, the sea, the generous sea, has not yet done
its best for the native gastronomy. Sea birds, sea fish,
shell-fish—these are not all. Besides dulse, so well known on the
mainland, they peel and eat the fresh stalks of the tangle. It
tasted to us like a hard turnip, but is much liked among them, and
is doubtless beneficial medicinally as an adjunct to their diet.
Then there is a dark ware called here “Slochgan” (Nitophyllum
punctatum?) that they boil with butter, and which meets with
approbation even among civilised diners. These latter, however, are
more partial to carageen, found in quantity on some parts of the
coast, and in common use among the educated inhabitants as a
pudding. This ware—the Irish moss of commerce—when gathered, is
carefully washed, and then bleached for some days in the sun and
rain until perfectly white, when it is dried for use. The dried
plants when carefully picked so as to be free of impurity, are
boiled with milk, and form a pleasant and well-known dish.
Strange to say, although mushrooms are very numerous
in some districts, the natives will not eat them. Faery rings are
likewise common in the “macher” near Broad Bay, and the most
plausible explanation we have heard of them is, that they spring up
like other fungi on the outer circumference of cattle-droppings of
old standing, which have been washed out by the rain in regular
circles. When they are found on sloping ground they depart from the
circular and assume the elongated form in which the manure would run
on the slope. The observant salmon-fisher, to whom we owe this
explanation, has entirely divested it of all romance.
We have so far considered a few of the “internal”
comforts, and will now examine the outward adornment of a Lews
inhabitant. From the fact that every cotter owns a few sheep, wool
is naturally the first and most important article in use. This is
often torn from the animal, Shetland fashion, in place of being
clipped. More wretched-looking creatures than these poor little
sheep, hanging in rags, cannot be conceived; and one wonders if it
is a source of satisfaction to the cotter children to see something
more hopelessly ragged than themselves sharing the bleak moor with
them. The natural grey wool from the grey sheep is much sought
after, as it makes the best stockings without requiring to be dyed.
It is also considered to be much softer and warmer than the coloured
wools. The wool thus torn or shorn from the sheep gives employment
to the family in the winter time, in preparing it for use, and
making it up into various garments. Enter a dwelling about this time
and you are sure to see it undergoing some manipulation. Here an old
woman is carding, there a more vigorous damsel is singing at the
wheel. Perhaps a whole side of the room is occupied by an extensive
framework of so many ells, about which the yarn is coiled into hanks
from the reels; or a smaller framework, like a double triangle, is
held in the left hand, and the yarn twined thereon with peculiar and
great celerity. The wool is manipulated with the black oil from fish
livers, so as to work more readily, and when spun into thread is
ready for the further process of dyeing. At the present day, when
the thrifty indigo blue is in great demand, both for the jacket and
trousers of the fishermen and the strong outer petticoat of the
women, other dyes are not so much employed. The extensive knowledge
of native colours formerly possessed is thus by no means so common,
while at the same time the people are showing an inclination to
purchase a few pounds of colour from the shops in town, to save the
little trouble necessary to procure the, in general, much better and
more lasting native article.
Amongst the dyes still in use is the grey moss called
“crotul,” which covers the surface of the outcropping rocks
throughout the country. It yields a fine, rich brown dye, much used
for stockings and other such articles, seeing it is so easily
obtained and always at hand. Soot, more especially that scraped from
the iron pot suspender, gives a capital maroon colour, and the wives
of those farmers who still indulge in home-made clothes often make a
good lasting mixture of these two colours. A first-rate black is
extracted from the root of the water lily, with which plant many of
the small lochs are overgrown; heather, that rare plant becoming in
the Lews, yields a good yellow; goatsbeard, a green; the root of a
small yellow plant growing in the “macher,” a fawn colour. It is
called rue, and is said to be a species of madder. The root of a
small yellow species of cinquefoil or potentilla, abundant all over
the country, was formerly generally employed in barking nets and
lines, and is also in use as a yellow dye. It is said to be superior
to cutch, but the latter has almost entirely superseded it.
Thus any cotter is really independent of civilisation
for his clothes, the wool coming from his own sheep, spun by the
women of his house; dyes are good, and easily procured ; and the
yarn is woven into cloth by his neighbour or himself. Besides the
common mordant, they use “sooriks” (wood sorrel) with blue and
black; alum with yellow; while common salt and sea water are
sufficient for others. Dulse is also used to give a fine purple
colour to blue, and otherwise improve it and make it clearer. You
often see newly made clothes of capital quality held together by
wooden skewers or nails in place of buttons; and, as nearly all are
independent of boots or shoes, and many men as well as women never
wear them except on Sundays, there are families that scarcely
require to enter a shop from year’s end to year's end. A shop! Beg
pardon! there are none in the country; all are merchants. And why
use boots, where your first step outside the door takes you to the
knees in mud and filth, and your first step inside sends you as deep
in manure?
The light of the fire is in most cases the only one
that irradiates the hut of the Lewsman, but when occupied by a
fisherman's family the iron lamp may be found hung from the thatched
roof or some projecting beam, filled with fish-liver oil, the wick
formed of twisted rag or the pith of rushes.
But before we leave the family blinking round the
peat fire, telling interminable tales, or “crooning” never-ending
songs, we will introduce the reader to a favourite bonne bouche. Take
two eggs, with a little butter and meal, whip them all well up
together, and place on the top of a hot barley bannock. Spread
evenly over, and hold a live peat above until it firms sufficiently
to allow the cake to be toasted before the fire. This done properly,
no instructions are required as to its disposal. It is a favourite
“piece” for herd-boys; and one was formerly due to whoever
discovered a cow after calving—one or two eggs being given according
to the sex of the calf. With beef at a premium and cattle at a
ransom, we advise, in the interests of society and the herd-boys, an
immediate return to the practice. |