The winter passed, and such a severe winter it was that the
people of the south-side, instead of having to go round by the
bridge, crossed the river on the ice, when going to church and
coming back, for eleven successive Sundays.
In the spring the
sgeul came over the hills that a farmer in the next valley,
who had many friends in the Glen, was lost, and could not be
found dead or alive.
There was not a shadow of cause to
suspect voluntary disappearance. The lost man was at the time of
his disappearance engaged to be married. He was in good health
and comfortable circumstances, and with that foreshadowed light
of domestic happiness on his mind, which is perhaps more to
bachelors getting on in years, such as he was, than to younger
men who cannot know the discipline of self-control and deferred
hopes to the same extent. He was finally, although an elder of
the Kirk, a man of very cheerful disposition, and quite free
from any morbid tendencies whatever.
On a certain day he left
his own farm towards evening with the avowed intention of
visiting his betrothed. The intention was carried out. His
household thought nothing of his not returning home that night;
but when he did not appear next day, his brother and cousins got
alarmed and instituted inquiries. It was then discovered that he
paid the proposed visit to his betrothed, and left to return
home when the night was dark enough, but before it was very late His road for some
distance was by the side of the river, and the river was in
flood. It was a lonely way, and in a dark night rather
dangerous, but he was well acquainted with it, and although it
was the most natural thing in the world to suppose that he
stumbled into the river, by missing the path, the opinion of the
country was dead against that conclusion.
It was, in short,
well known that there was a rival in the case, and foul play was
suspected. The rival of the middle-aged elder was a man of
younger years and boisterous character. His tongue was an
unbridled one, and his hand was ready for a blow whenever his
blood was up. It was notorious that he took the rejection of his
suit very ill, and swore considerably among his intimate
acquaintances both at the lady and the man of her choice. There
was no proof whatever that the rejected and the successful
suitors met on the night the latter disappeared, but it could,
it was supposed, be proved that such a meeting was possible,
from what was known of the rejected suitor's whereabouts during
the day. Search was instituted for the body of the missing
man. Sure instinct pointed to the river as the most likely place
to hold the body, whether the death came by accident or foul
play. In case of accident, indeed, there could be no doubt that
only the river could be the keeper of the dead. So day after day
the river was covered with boats, and searched and dragged with
fishing gear and improvised rakes, all the way from the home of
the bereaved bride to the loch, a distance of some four or five
miles. The searchers wore all the scarlet waistcoats and plaids
in two parishes, "to make the water clear." But the body was
not discovered. A land search also was instituted concurrently
with the water search, and this also yielded no results.
It
does not seem that the Gael ever connected the future state of
the soul, like Latins and Greeks, with the sepulture of the
body. They had no doctrine of continued latent union like the
Egyptians; and although Christianity
taught them the doctrine of the resurrection, their proverbs and
poetry still retained, down to this century, the colouring of
their heathen pre-historic faith, according to which the soul
went into its cloud to roll about forever in places more or less
near the sun, according to deserts, and the earthly tabernacle
returned to the earth from which it sprang. But while, both as
heathens and as Christians, the Gael did not think it of great
importance, from the religious point of view, what came of
corpses at all, or whether they were hid in the earth or the
water—from the kith and kindred point of view it was a sacred
debt of love and regard for living relatives to see that
deceased ones were buried honourably amidst ancestral and clan
dust. Although the vigorous search for the lost farmer led to
no discovery, the kith and kin persevered, going over the same
pools, and the same bogs and woods, day after day, seeking
traces and finding none. The Glen friends of the lost man did
their share of this searching work, although the scene of
operations was far away. At last they came back dispirited, yet
still saying "murder will out.''
The brother and cousins of
the lost man searched the river again by themselves, and dragged
particularly every place at which floating corks or straws
indicated eddies. Meanwhile other people were putting their
heads together, and overhauling all the traditions of
supernatural discoveries of murdered bodies since the days of St
Fillan. Finally the weary searchers were advised to set a watch
for the corpse-light. The theory, it seems, was that at a
certain time after death the corpse-light of a murdered body
would be sure to show the place of its concealment if a watch
happened to be set. The searchers were ready enough to try any
means of discovery, and they accordingly resolved to give a
trial to the corpse-light watch. It would appear, however, that
the whole chance of its success depended on the lost man having
been murdered. But public opinion assumed foul play; and so
steps were taken to watch the whole course of the river, and
also to place outside watchers
in woods and on heights, during the night on which superstition
said the murdered would show revealing light.
A messenger was
sent to the Glen to summon a band of watchers from the kith and
kin of the lost man—for it was an army of such watchers that the
case required. The matter was discussed throughout a wide
district for a considerable time before the appointed night, and
everything requisite for success, as far as watching was
concerned, was carefully prepared. Whether from natural
aptitude, or whether the result of clannish habits and communal
experience, the Highlanders were then, and perhaps are still,
highly gifted with the power of readily organising themselves
for anything to be done by a number of people.
The only one
in the Long Glen who scoffed openly at the corpse-light watch
was Diarmad. In the next parish there was more of open unbelief
expressed ; but the majority of religious people were believers
in supernaturalism, and, in truth, old superstitions relating to
dreams, visions, and so forth, were finding a new lease of life
among the "unco guid." From the regions of the North, tales of
wonders and prophecies were coming in great force, and vouched
for by the holy men who frequented field preachings and
communions. No mediaeval saint, according to these authorities,
was ever more favoured with prophetic gifts than Mr Lachlan
Mackenzie, of Lochcarron. As for strange spiritual visions, and
wonderful answers to prayers, every '"man" had a story to
tell. In those days, moreover, there was a little book in
Gaelic widely diffused among Highlanders, which told how the
murderer of Grant, the Assynt pedlar, was found out by the "sight" given to Kenneth Fraser in his sleep. Kenneth not only
saw the home of Hugh Macleod, who had murdered and robbed
Murdoch Grant, the pedlar, but a voice, like unto the voice of a
man, said to him in his dream— "The marsan's pack is lying in
a cairn of stones in a hole near their house." The case was tried at
Inverness in 1831 before Lord Moncrieff. The vision evidence,
which was apparently accepted by judge and jury, was ascribed in
the book to the direct intervention of God, and altogether the
opportunity was improved to show that God's dealings were
inscrutable, but all tending to the good of men of faith. Hugh
Macleod was found out in his guilt, convicted, and hanged, but,
through a solemn repentance, he made an edifying end. The wisdom
of man was rebuked, inasmuch as what the sheriff,
procurator-fiscal, and constables could not discover, was
revealed to Kenneth Fraser, the tailor.
The Assynt murder had
been the subject of many an Evangelical sermon. The Assynt
murder book was written by a shining light among the pious
people of the North. It therefore exercised a decided influence
in favour of the corpse-light watch. The Black Moderates, on the
other hand, told stories about the "death-candles," which were
seen marching in procession to the churchyard, just before the
snow-slip came down on Duncan the son of Finlay's house, in
1746, and smothered Duncan, his wife, and five children. So the
old and the new beliefs agreed for once, and those who objected
to the corpse-light watch were •denounced as being little better
than infidels.
The Glen band of watchers mustered at Duncan
Ban's house, which was situated at the entrance of the pass
leading to the required destination. Iain Breac, the wright,was
mending carts and peat barrows in the shed, and about Iain's
working bench the young men stood and gossiped until the band
should be complete. Duncan Ban and the wright had much to ask
and much to say, and time was not pressing, as the muster began
long before the appointed hour.
Ewan Mor, Diarmad, the
elder's John, and Angus Mac-:gregor, were the last to join, but
still they came, as the stone dial indicated, before the shadow
passed the hour.
"I thought thou wouldst not come at all,"
said Duncan Ban to the unbeliever Diarmad.
"Well, it is a neonachas x thing, but you see one
must answer to a call on kith and kin."
"It is the crois-tarra that brings thee out, then?"
"That, and
nothing more."
"I think thy grand-uncle, the old minister Macdiarmid, peace be to him ! who taught thee some of his Latin
and Greek, and left thee his books, must have left thee some
queer opinions also. Wilt thou deny the lights of the dead
altogether?"
"Yes, in the sense in which you ask about
them."
"What is the other sense?"
"The breath of
rottenness takes fire in a natural way. Look at the bog
wild-fire."
"Well, call it teine sionnachain then; but if it
will lead to the discovery of the body all will be well."
"Aye, but one body in a large fast-flowing river is not likely
to produce the light of rottenness which a decaying log will
give forth in a quiet shallow bog."
"Thy unbelief is such
that it may ruin the whole watch."
"Don't be afraid of that.
Ewan and the elder's John will be with me, and they have faith
enough for a dozen."
"And maybe," said the wright, "that the
obstinate unbeliever shall keep the two good believers from
running away."
Ewan got into great wrath instantly—"And is it
thou who shouldst jeer at people for being afraid of ghosts ?
I'll tell you a true story (turning to the company). This brave
man was once frightened almost out of life by the Eight Merkland
tups. Their fold was in want of repairs, and till it got mended,
Niall, the herd, without telling it to anybody, shut them up in
the churchyard. Now, the wright was coming up the glen with his
bag of tools on his back, far on in the night, and the noise he
made with feet and tool-bag when passing the churchyard
disturbed the beasts, who, after their fashion, rustled into a
mob, and knocked their horns against each other. When the wright
heard the rustling and horn-knockings he threw his bag away,.
took to his heels, and ran as fast as he could to the nearest
house, where he said the dead were surely getting up, for he
heard the bones knocking together and getting into their places
!" The audience laughed, and the wright admitted the general
truth of Ewan's story, but denied that he threw away his bag of
tools. The corpse-light watch was vigilantly kept, yet
no-corpse-light was seen. But after a spate, which shifted the
sand bank at the river's point of entrance into the lake, the
body was discovered, and it was in a wonderful state of
preservation, considering how long it had been in the water.
There was a post-mortem, and the Procurator-Fiscal held an
inquiry, but no trial or an)' official confirmation of foul play
resulted. Still public opinion stubbornly stuck to its own
theory, notwithstanding the failure of miracle and officials to
reveal the secret of the dead. |