ABERNETHY has for ages been famous for
its pine-forests. The remains of great trees in our
mosses, and the blocks, sometimes three, one on the top of
the other, found in improving land, tell of the glory of
the past, and so far as is known, though there have been
changes, there has been no break in the continuity from
the most ancient times. Long ago, the lower parts of our
parish seem to have been swamps and morasses, the haunt of
wild beasts, and the home of savage desolation, while the
higher grounds on the slopes of the hills were occupied by
the people. The hut circles and the marks of furrows on
the moors show this. It is now nearly the reverse. The
lower grounds are cultivated, while the higher have been
given up to wild animals and to sheep. About the year
1760, we find Sir Ludovick Grant greatly concerned as to
the state of the woods. In an advertisement by himself,
and his eldest son James, yr. of Grant, to their tenants,
he says that the woods are of great value, and that their
destruction would be of the greatest loss to him, and to
his vassals and tenants, "yet within the last half
century, through the malice and negligence of evil-minded
and thoughtless people. the best and greatest part of said
woods have been destroyed and rendered useless both to
Heritors and Tenants" by burning of heather and otherwise.
To prevent such practices, it was intimated that they (he
and his son) "were determined to put in execution the
several salutary laws made against stealing, cutting, and
destroying woods, and raising of Muir-burns; and likewise
against the Destroyers of Deer, Roes, and Black-Cock, and
other game within their Estates." The advertisement then
gives warning that any person found guilty of the crimes
set forth would be duly punished, and it is significantly
added, the said person shall also forfeit any favour that
they might otherwise have expected of the said Family."
This may refer to promises of land and such like for
service rendered. The Baron-bailies were required to send
in lists of persons convicted. New Foresters were also
appointed, and strict instructions given to them. "Whereas
the very greatest abuses of every kind for many years have
been committed in all my Woods of Strathspey, by stealing,
cutting, barking, and otherwise destroying them to such a
degree that if some effectual remedies are not provided
against such villanous practices in time coming, they must
all be soon ruined," and for these reasons they were
enjoined to take all due measures to protect the property
that was being so wantonly and wickedly destroyed. These
measures seem to have been so far successful, but it was
many years before the evils complained of were thoroughly
stopped. In 1819, the Woods and Wood Manufactures on the
Grant Estates were placed under the charge of the late Mr
William Forsyth, The Dell, and by his management,
extending over twenty years, great improvements were
effected, and large annual profits secured.
Roads have been made passing through
the woods in various directions. There are also walks and
cross-paths on Craigmore amid the Torr. It is easy,
therefore, not only to saunter about at one’s own sweet
will, but to walk or drive for miles and miles through the
vast wilderness of woods. What will be seen depends mainly
on the seer. Some complain of the dulness and want of
life, but to the ‘ quiet eye" there is always a rich
harvest." Sometimes a tree may be observed, standing out
from the others, eminent for its size and height, or
remarkable for some other peculiarity. A little beyond the
Dell gate, near the Moss, there is a tree called "The
Queen." It is a splendid specimen of the ancient pine.
About a mile further on to the right there are two or
three trees of an unusual kind. The normal habit of the
fir is to grow up straight and stiff, but these have the
droop and bend of veritable "weepers." Another "fairlie"
is the variegated fir, so called from the golden tinge of
the needles or leaves. Of this rare kind there are some
specimens in the forest. The biggest trees remaining are
to be found at Carn Chnuic, Sleighich, and Craigmore. One
of these in the last named locality bears the name of
"Peter Porter."
The Grants at the port or ferry of
Balliefurth were called "porters," and it is said that one
of them of the name of Peter
had taken a contract to cut down a certain number of trees
on Craigmore, but that when he came to tackle with this
giant of the wild, he shrunk from the task. It would not
pay. So the tree stands to this day, bearing his name, and
an object of admiration to hundreds of visitors from year
to year. It is 80 feet in height, 14 feet in girth, with
huge branches and wide spreading cable-like roots, and
must be about 300 years old. Perhaps the largest fir of
which we have record was that called ‘‘Maighdean Coire—chungiaich,’’
at Baddan-bhuic, in Glenmore. The following
notice is taken from the Journal of Forestry and Estate
Management for September, 1877 :—-
Through the kind interest which Sir
Robert Christison, Bart., takes in all things
arboricultural, the public have now an opportunity of
seeing, in the National Industrial Museum of Science and
Art in Edinburgh, a curious relic of the ancient forest of
Glenmore, and of judging of the quality and valuable
properties of the native Scots fir timber. At the request
of Sir Robert, the Duke of Richmond and Gordon has sent
for exhibition in the Museum a plank of Scots fir, 5
feet 7 inches wide at the bottom, which was presented
in 1806 to the then Duke by the person who purchased and
cut down the whole of Glenmore forest. It bears its rather
curious history on a brass plate affixed to its face, of
which the following is a verbatim and literal copy : —
"In the year 1783 William Osborne,
Esq., merchant, of Hull, purchased of the Duke of Gordon
the Forest of Glenmore, the whole of which he cut down in
the space 22 years, and built during that time at the
mouth of the River Spey, where never Vessel was built
before, 47 Sail of Ships of upwards of 19,000 Tons
burthen. The largest of them, of 1050 Tons, and three
others but little inferior in size, are now in the service
of his Majesty and the Honble. East India Company. This
Undertaking was compleated at the expense (for Labour
only) of above 70,000£.
To his Grace the Duke of Gordon this
Plank is offered as a Specimen of the Growth of one of the
Trees in the above Forest by his Grace’s
"most obedt, Servt.
"W. Osbourne.
"Hull, Sepr 26th, 1806."
Sir Robert Christison has, with his
usual accurate criticism, examined the plank, and reports
to us as follows regarding the tree from which it had been
taken:-
"The tree must have been 11 feet in
girth at the bottom of the plank, and 16 at top, 6 feet 3
inches higher up. I can make out 243 layers on one radius;
seven are wanting in the centre, and seven years at least
must be added for the growth of the tree to the place of
measurement. Hence the tree must have been about 260 years
old. The outer layers on this radius are so wide that it
must have been growing at a goodly rate when it was cut
down."
The marks of burning may be observed on
the bark of some of the oldest trees. Great fires
sometimes broke out, from accident or malice. Mr Thomas
Baylis, one of the York Company, wrote to Sir James Grant,
12th August, 1731, complaining of a fire that had been
maliciously raised to the east of Balnagown, and which had
been very destructive. He says that not only had the
Company lost much wood, but that it cost them "43 bottles
Ferrintosh and 39 of Brandie," given to the men who were
employed in stopping the conflagration. It is probably
this fire that is referred to in a Gaelic rhyme of the
period.
Soraidh slan do’n t—Shearsonach
Chuir teas ri Culnacoille,
S’ dh’ fuadaich mach na Sasanaich
A dh’ firiaraidh ‘n leasach bheurla,’’
i.e., "Hail to the forester, who
set heat about Coulnakyle and drove out the Sassenachs, to
seek the better English." Rev. Lachlan Shaw mentions
another great fire that occurred in 1746. The tradition as
to this fire is, that a certain smith who had his forge at
the verge of the forest was complaining one day of the
trouble he had with horses that went astray in the dense
woods. A Lochaher man who heard him said, "Make me a
good dirk, and I’ll take in hand to save you from such
trouble." He agreed. Next day the forest was in a
blaze, and a wide clearance was soon made. The Cameron
disappeared for a twelvemonth, but then he came quietly
and claimed his dirk. This gave the name Tomghobhain,
i.e., Smith Hill, to the place. Another great fire is
referred to by Sir Walter Scott (Letter to Lord Montagu,
23rd June, 1822), when the Laird of Grant is said to have
sent out the Fiery Cross for help. Five hundred men
assembled, "who could only stop the conflagration
by cutting a gap of 500 yards in width betwixt the burning
wood and the rest of the forest. This occurred about 1770,
and must have been a tremendous scene."
The woods are on the whole marked by
lonesomeness, but now and again signs of animal life
appear. Perhaps a robin pops out from a juniper bush, as
if claiming acquaintance; or a squirrel crosses the path
and nimbly climbs some fir tree near, from which it looks
down upon you with mild surprise; or a startled roebuck
bounds into the thicket, and you watch with delight its
graceful movements, and perhaps remember the beautiful
promise, "The lame man shall leap as an hart." In winter
red deer may often be seen singly, or in groups quietly
feeding in the glades. Black game are numerous, and
sometimes the rare and singular sight may be obtained, as
at the grass parks at Rhiduack, of the cocks strutting and
fuming, with tails erect, in all the bravery of their
spring plumage. It is interesting to watch them. They not
only strut like turkeys, but they prance and leap in a
sort of dance, and with a curious cluck, and have sharp
fightings for supremacy. Black game do not pair like
others of the grouse species. There is an old pipe tune
which refers to this curious custom, "Ruidhle na
Coilich dhubh, ‘s dannsa na tunnagan, air an tulaich laimh
ruinn"—the reels of the black-cocks, and the dancing
of the ducks on the sunny knolls near by. Sometimes on a
winter day or in early spring, on the outskirts of the
forest, or where the birches and firs intermingle, you may
come upon a company of tits feeding. It is a pretty sight.
The tits are fond of society. Generally several kinds go
together. There may be the common " blue," and the rarer
long-tailed," and the still rarer "crested," and along
with them creepers and golden wrens. They have their
different habits and ways. One perhaps carefully scans a
stump, another clings with tenacity to a twig, while
others are perched about in all sorts of attitudes, some
near the top of a tree, others swinging on the branches,
and others again hanging on in some wonderful way to the
bending sprays, but all seeking their food with patient
care. They make the air lively with their twittering and
their brisk activities. But if you stand and watch, you
will soon lose sight of them. Having tried one tree, they
are off to another, and so they pass on, seeking pastures
new. Perhaps a creeper that has been paying special
attention to a decaying birch, winding round and round,
and stopping here and there for tit-bits, seems left
behind. But no. He sees that he is alone, and quickly
rejoins his friends. What a sweet picture of ompanionship!
What a delightful lesson of cheerful content and industry!
"The birds around me hopp’d and
play’d,
Their thoughts I cannot measure;
But the least motion that they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be nature’s plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man."— Wordsworth.
In the pine forests in our northern
climate there is a marked difference between one season
and another. Visitors who roam the woods in summer speak
with rapture of the play of light, the rich colouring, and
the sweetness of the scented air, but let them come back
in winter or spring, and they will find a woful change. No
doubt the woods, even in time of snow, have their charms
but they are then more picturesque than salubrious, and
when the thaw comes, and the air is dank and cold, and
when passing through you get a bath that chills you to the
marrow, it will perhaps be realised that the woods are not
always a safe and pleasant haunt, that they can breed
colds, catarrhs, and rheumatisms, as well as throw out
sweet scents and healing odours.