MR.
MACINTYRE
supplies the following account of the Seaforth prophecy and the Seer’s
death, as related at this day, in the Black Isle:-
Coinneach’s supernatural power was at length the cause which led to his
untimely and cruel death. At a time when there was a convivial gathering
in Brahan Castle, a large concourse of local aristocratic guests was
present. As the youthful portion were amusing themselves in the beautiful
grounds or park surrounding the castle, and displaying their noble forms
and features as they thought to full advantage, a party remarked in
Coinneach Odhar’s hearing, that such a gathering of gentlemen’s children
could rarely he seen. The seer answered with a sneer, “that he saw more in
the company of the children of footmen and grooms than of the children of
gentlemen,” (Is mo th’ann do chlann ghillean-buird agus do chlann
ghillean-stabuil na th’ann do chlann dhaoin’ uaisle), a remark which soon
came to the ears of Lady Seaforth and the other ladies present, who were
so much offended and provoked at this base insinuation as to the paternity
of the Brahan guests, that they determined at once to have condign
punishment on the once respected seer. He was, forthwith ordered to be
seized; and after eluding the search of his infuriated pursuers for some
time, was at last apprehended. Seeing he had no way of escape, he once
more applied the magic stone to his eye and uttered the well-known
prophetic curse [already given] against the Brahan family, and then threw
the stone into a cow’s footmark, which was full of water, declaring that a
child would be born with two navels, or as some say, with four thumbs and
six toes, who would in course of time discover it inside a pike, and who
then would be gifted with Coinneach’s prophetic power. As it was the
purpose of his pursuers to obtain possession of this wonderful stone, as
well as of the prophet’s person, search was eagerly made for it in the
muddy waters in the footprint, when, lo! it was found that more water was
copiously oozing from the ground around, and rapidly forming a
considerable lake, that effectually concealed the much-coveted stone. The
waters steadily increased, and the result, as the story goes was the
formation of Loch Ussie (Oozie). The poor prophet was then taken to
Chanonry Point, where the stern arm of ecclesiastical authority, with
unrelenting severity, burnt him to death in a tar-barrel for witchcraft.
It is
currently reported that a person answering to the foregoing description
was actually born in the neighbourhood of Conon, near Loch Ussie, and is
still
living. Of this I have been credibly informed by a person who saw him
several times at the Muir of Ord markets.
We see from the public prints, our correspondent humorously continues,
that the Magistrates and Police Commissioners of Dingwall contemplate to
bring a supply of water for “Baile-'Chail” from Loch Ussie. Might we
humbly suggest with such a view in prospect, as some comfort to the
burdened ratepayers, that there may be, to say the least, a probability in
the course of such an undertaking of recovering the mystic stone, so long
compelled to bide its prophetic light in the depths of Loch Ussie, and so
present the world with the novel sight of having not only an individual
gifted with second-sight, but also a Corporation; and, further, what would
be a greater terror to evil-doers, a magistracy capable, in the widest
sense of the word, of discerning between right and wrong, good and evil,
and thus compelling the lieges in the surrounding towns and villages to
exclaim involuntarily -O
si sic omnes!
They might go the length even of lending it out, and giving you the use of
it occasionally in Inverness.
When Coinneach Odhar was being led to the stake, fast bound with cords,
Lady Seaforth exultingly declared that, having had so much unhallowed
intercourse with the unseen world, he would never go to Heaven. But the
seer, looking round upon her with an eye from which his impending fate had
not banished the ray of a joyful hope of rest in a future state, gravely
answered - “I
will go to Heaven, but
you
never shall; and this will be a sign whereby you can determine whether my
condition after death is one of ever-lasting happiness or of eternal
misery; a raven and a dove, swiftly flying in opposite directions will
meet, and for a second hover over my ashes, on which they will instantly
alight. If the raven be foremost, you have spoken truly; but if the dove,
then my hope is well-founded.” And, accordingly, tradition relates, that
after the cruel sentence of his hard-hearted enemies had been executed
upon the Brahan Seer, and his ashes lay scattered among the smouldering
embers of the fagot, his last prophecy was most literally fulfilled; for
those messengers, emblematically denoting - the one sorrow, the other joy
- came speeding to the fatal spot, when the dove, with characteristic
flight, closely followed by the raven, darted downwards and was first to
alight on the dust of the departed Coinneach Odhar; thus completely
disproving the positive and uncharitable assertion of the proud and
vindictive Lady of Brahan, to the wonder and consternation of all the
beholders.
Mr. Maclennan describes the cause of Coinneach’s doom in almost identical
terms; the only difference being, that while the former has the young
ladies amusing
themselves on the green outside, the latter describes them having a grand
dance in the great hall of the Castle. The following, is his account of the
prophet’s end:
In terms
of her expressed resolution, Lady Seaforth, some days after this magnificent
entertainment, caused the seer to be seized, bound hand and foot, and
carried forthwith to the Ness of Chanonry, where, despite his pitiful looks
and lamentable cries, he was inhumanly thrown, head foremost, into a barrel
of burning tar, the inside of which was thickly studded with sharp and long
spikes driven in from the outside. On the very day upon which Coinneach was
sent away from the castle to meet his cruel fate, Lord Seaforth arrived, and
was immediately informed of his Lady’s resolution, and that Coinneach was
already well on his way to the Chanonry, where he was to be burned that very
day, under clerical supervision and approval. My lord, knowing well the
vindictive and cruel nature of his Countess, believed the story to be only
too true. He waited neither for food nor refreshment; called neither for
groom nor for servant, but hastened immediately to the stable, saddled his
favourite steed with his own hands, for lairds were not so proud in those
days, and set off at full speed, hoping to reach Chanonry Point before the
diabolical intention of her ladyship and her religious (!) advisers should
be carried into effect. Never before nor since did Seaforth ride so
furiously as he did on that day. He was soon at Fortrose, when he observed a
dense smoke rising higher and higher from the promontory below. He felt his
whole frame giving way, and a cold sweat came over his body, for he felt
that the foul deed was, or was about to be, perpetrated. He pulled himself
together, however, and with fresh energy and redoubled vigour, spurred his
steed, which had already been driven almost beyond its powers of endurance,
to reach the fatal spot to save the seer’s life. Within a few paces of where
the smoke was rising the poor brute could endure the strain no longer; it
fell down under him and died on the spot. Still determined, if possible, to
arrive in time, he rushed forward on foot, crying out at the height of his
voice to those congregated at the spot, to save their victim. It was,
however, too late, for whether Seaforth’s cries were heard or not, the
victim of his lady’s rage and vindictive nature had been thrown into the
burning barrel a few moments before his intended deliverer had reached the
fatal spot.
The time
when this happened is not so very remote as to lead us to suppose that
tradition could so grossly blunder as to record such a horrible and
barbarous murder by a lady so widely and well-known as Lady Seaforth was,
had it not taken place.
It is too
much to suppose that if the seer had been allowed to die a peaceful and
natural death, that such a story as this would have ever originated, be
carried down and believed in from generation to generation, and be so well
authenticated in many quarters as it now is. It may be stated that a large
stone slab, now covered under the sand, lies a few yards east from the road
leading from Fortrose to Fort-George Ferry, and about 250 yards north-west
from the lighthouse, which is still pointed out as marking the spot where
this inhuman tragedy was consummated, under the eyes and with the full
approval of the highest dignitaries of the Church. |