Sheep Farmers and Drovers By William
It is well known that the Highlands have
undergone a great change within the last thirty years; that the
human population has become less dense, the woolly population
more so; that the old proprietors have nearly all disappeared to
make room for new; that bogs have been drained, and moors
reclaimed, making the "bonny blooming heather" succumb to the
"yellow corn." Much, however, remains to be known of the ways of
the peoplehow they eat, and how they drink; how they speak, and
how they act; how they live, and how they die. The object of the
following Sketches is to show something of this, and to begin
with a night with drovers and sheep-farmers on the Mull of
I believe there is no town, district, or
country without a grievance or difficulty. Great Britain has its
neutrality and income-tax; France has its Bourbons, Orleanists,
Imperialists, and gagged press; Russia has its Poland; Austria
its Venetia; Turkey its Principalities ; America its rebellion,
and long bill to pay; and Argyleshire its Mull of Cantyre. I was
guiltless of such wise reflections as these some years ago, as I
started for the pretty well known sunny little town of Oban. I
had heard a great deal about Great Britain, but neutrality was
not practised there at the time, and the income-tax did not
greatly affect me, and as for the grievances and difficulties of
foreign countries, I really cared very little about them; and,
must it be confessed, I had never heard of the Mull of Cantyre
except in my geography lesson at school, until the day I began
my travels, as just mentioned. It was a squally not very
pleasant day as I bowled along on the Glasgow and Greenock
Railway towards the latter town, where I was to join the "Arab,"
which was to sail thence for Oban at four o'clock p.m. I knew
little of steamers, and it never occurred to me that the voyage
might prove anything but an agreeable one. There was a
sallow-faced man sitting opposite to me in the carriage, who
kept constantly looking out at the windows, every now and then
turning up his eyes as if he expected his death-warrant from the
clouds that scudded past towards the east. He carried something
between a portfolio and a parcel on his knee, which he nervously
clutched when he took his eyes off the sky. He looked at me
wistfully at last, and seemed desirous to make some
communication; and as, I presume, he saw that I was ready to
receive it, he leaned forward and said
"It's rather blowy, I'm thinkin'." I nodded
assent "Weel," continued my fellow-traveller, "that will be
" No doubt of it, if you are going against
it." "I am goin' ower to Belfast, and I doot it will be roch
wark or we win to Belfast loch; but no so bad as goin' roon the
Mull o' Cantyre to Oban."
This was interesting to me, and he saw it.
"You 'll be goin' that gate?" continued he.
"Yes; but I don't care much for the Mull of
Of course not, for I knew nothing about it.
"Lucky that for ye, for there will be a
jabble there the nicht, or I'm no judge." This last remark was
uttered after a long look at the sky, and was not very
Immediately on arriving at Greenock I went to
the quay, and found the "Arab" lying uneasily there, the wind
whistling viciously through the rigging, and the steam screaming
and tearing frantically from the steam funnel. I went on board
and got my luggage disposed of, and walked to where I saw a
number of people standing round the funnel busy talking, and
having nothing particular to do I listened.
"Ye'll think it'll pe a plowy nicht?" said a
hairy-faced fellow, who had a plaid rolled tight round his neck,
as if he had serious thoughts of doing himself a grievous
"Ay will it," answered a short squat man in
moleskins, all covered over with coal-dust. "Ye see the clouds,
hoo they chase ane anither; that's a gran' sign o' wind; we'II
hae a dance on the Moil the nicht, or I'm mista'en. There is
plenty o' that afore us, or the winter is ower."
"No toot o' that, but ye're accustomed to it,
and 'ill no mind it."
"We wadna need, Dugald, for mony's the awfu'
nicht we hae o' it on the Mull o' Cantyre."
"It'll pe sometimes washing ower the feshel?"
"Washing ower the veshel! ay, man, sometimes
washing ower the funnel, and near puttin' out the fire on us,
and wad do sae if the smoke didna keep it frae comin' doon. I
At this point of the conversation I heard a
bell ring, and my dusty friend disappeared leaving something
very wonderful untold.
After this I went down to the cabin, where I
saw some three or four ladies sitting together in a quiet
corner. I could not help hearing part of their conversation, and
again it related to the Mull of Cantyre. It is unnecessary to
repeat any part of it except the conclusion at which they
arrived, as enunciated by one of the party.
"I have," said the lady, "lived in
Argyleshire for fifteen years, and, but for this dreadful Mull
of Cantyre, I would say it is as pleasant a place to be in, and
as healthy as any part of the world. But I have much there to
make me happy and contented," she added, "and I trust I am so,
and grateful too, notwithstanding of the 'Moil,' and the
wretched night I expect to spend in making the voyage round it."
By this time the conviction forced itself
upon me that Argyleshire had a real grievance, and was to be
felt for, and I began to imbibe a decided dislike to the Mull of
Cantyre, and wondered very much how I had never heard of it
before, when it was so well known to every one else. With this
feeling gaining fast upon me, I again went on deck, and saw
every kind of lumber for the Highlands taken on board. Old beds,
old tables, old chairs, old boxes, old hampers, old every thing,
were knocked about in great confusion; but the principal part of
the cargo consisted of tar barrels. These were rolling in all
directions, and perfuming the boat and all in it in a way I did
not by any means like. There was a number of patriarchal-looking
ramssome with astonishingly tortuous horns, and some with
nonecooped up forward; and as to the number of wild,
savage-looking fellows, with large whiskers, unshaven beards,
and dirty faces, and gaunt but sagacious-looking dogs, their
name truly was legion. All this was soon seen, and I must say it
did not prepossess me with any favourable opinion of the
comforts of the "Arab." The longest voyage I had ever before
made was from Newhaven to Kirkcaldy, and I was therefore not
aware of all the manifestations of a disagreeable one in
prospect, that presented themselves to more experienced eyes
After losing a couple of hours of good
daylight, everything was got on board, but certainly not in a
ship-shape condition, and we started for Oban. I like to see
everything going on around me, and instead of again going below
to the cabin, I mounted up to a cross plank
resting on the two paddle-boxes, which I heard them call "the
gangway," and found a good-looking quiet man standing there
looking right before him, and not taking the least notice of
anything but the head of the vessel. I went up to him, and
remarked it promised to be a good night.
"O yes," he said, "it's a good night." He
then looked down to where the tar barrels were crowded about the
deck, and cried, "Take you there, M'Innes, some planks and
confine these sheep well forward, the shepherds will help ye.
You, Beaton, get Gome hands and stow away these tar barrels, and
make things snug for the night."
"Ay, ay, sir," sounded from below.
"You are the captain of the 'Arab?'"
"She is a good boat," I ventured to say.
"Yes, sir, she's a good boat," shortly.
"Is the wind fair, captain?"
"It will do very well if it keeps this way."
"You do not expect a change; do you,
"Well, sir, it is difficult to say when to
expect a change and when not. I do not expect any change to
I observed that he looked at the moon, which
was surrounded by a bright golden ring. The clouds were scudding
past her very fast, and a black cloud stood right ahead of us,
which I would have willingly steered clear of, if that were
possible. I saw the captain every now and then looking to see
that his orders about the tar barrels had been carried out, and
I confess that a sort of disagreeable idea began to creep upon
me that we were to have a stormy passage round the Mull of
Cantyre. I kept up on the gangway to see how matters were likely
to go, and I began to perceive a decided heaving under me. This
suddenly increased, and the steamer gave a plunge that made my
heart start to my mouth. Still the reflection of the moon shone
brightly on the water, and there was plenty of laughing and
talking on all sides of me, which made me think, at all events,
that there was no danger. The plunges became more frequent, and
by and by the vessel began to go down sideways, and then come up
with a sudden spring that was very unpleasant to me. Shortly
after this a bell rang, and I saw a man making his way towards
me, and with much ingenuity avoiding the many obstacles that lay
in his path. He would dive under one thing, round another, and
lightly step over a third. I am quite certain that I saw him
make a stepping-stone of the body of a recumbent Celt, almost
without being noticed. At last he reached me and said,
"Tea is ready, sir; will you be pleased to
"Well, I suppose I had better."
"This way, if you please, sir" and away he
went in the same eel-like manner as he came, but every moment
looking back and saying, "This way, if you please, sir."
I soon found following him a matter of no
small delicacy and difficulty. Every place that was not taken up
by tar barrels and other unsavoury lumber was occupied by human
beings, who lay about in inconceivable places, and I found
myself tumbling and floundering among them, kicking this one,
trampling upon that, and leaving behind me a track of "oich-oichs"
and guttural benedictions which I did not pretend to understand.
My first feeling on getting into the cabin was one of dislike to
everything I saw. There was a smell of fish, flesh, and fowl,
combined with a close and oily atmosphere, and the fumes of
toddy and bilge water, which prejudiced me against the display I
saw of dish covers, cups, and plates, surrounded by a goodly row
of weather-beaten, rugged faces, seemingly intent upon some
expected event of considerable interest.
"This way, sir, if you please," said my
friend the steward, who steadied me into a seat, and then
bustled out of the cabin. There was solemn silence for a few
minutes, and I observed my neighbours never took their eyes off
the dish covers, and one or two began to finger their knives, as
if impatient for the word of command. The captain made his
appearance at the door, and there was a simultaneous move of
satisfaction. He sat down quickly, said grace, and instantly off
flew the dish covers, giving to view an enormous quantity of
substantial fare. It was worth while seeing the earnest alacrity
with which the passengers turned-to.
"Mr. Finlay, I'll trouble you for a bit of
The party addressed was at the moment
conveying a liberal allowance of ham and eggs to a capacious and
willing mouth, and gave a questionable grunt before he seized
the fish slice and helped the requisitionist. The clatter of
knives and forks went on for a long time with scarcely an
interruption, except now and then that one would ask another for
something that he fancied.
"Mr. M'Craw, I'll thank ye for a little
cheecan," and forthwith the cheecan was consigned to the tender
mercies of a case of powerful grinders. I do not know that I
ever before saw good cheer done such ample justice to. The
assailants, however, began by and by to give in, one by one, but
some of them returned more than once to the charge, and seemed
reluctant to give up to the very last. Indeed it is difficult to
say when some veterans would have, finally ceased, had not the
steward commenced operations whereby he very summarily cleared
For my own part, I felt little disposed to
eat. Every time I attempted to swallow anything, there was a
repelling movement inside, which, as I did not understand, I
marvelled at. When tea was over, I rose to take possession of an
unoccupied sofa, but of a sudden felt as if the top of my head
had flown off, and I dropped into my seat again in much
perplexity. An intolerable heat came over me, and the
perspiration came streaming out of every pore. The steward came
past, and I said to him
"The room is too close; will you open the
"All battened down for the night, sir."
"Steward, what can the matter be with me? I
feel very uncomfortable."
"Perhaps you are getting sick, sir," without
even attempting to throw a grain of compassion into his voice;
"a little brandy might do you good, sir."
"Bring me some;" and forthwith it came, but I
cannot say that I experienced much relief from this sovereign
remedy for sea-sickness.
The rest of the tea-party still lingered
about the table, as if there yet remained something to be done,
and my helpless state, for I may now call my state helpless,
attracted their attention. They instantly began to prescribe.
"A pottle of porter did me goot once," said
"I think ale's petter," said another.
"Goot room (rum) is apout the pest thing I
know," said a third.
"If ye tak my advice," said a gaunt old
fellow, with a pair of threatening eyebrows, "ye 'II gie a rub
to the pit of your stamach wi' a little turpentine and vanagar."
"We el, chentlemen," said a round-faced jolly
little Celt, "I wadna gie a drap of good whusky for them aal put
"Ferry goot observation, sir," responded on
At this time a fine old man, with a shrewd
intelligent face, came quietly up to me, and advised me to lie
down on the sofa, and keep very quiet in whatever position I
felt most free from the intolerable feeling of sickness and
nausea I had. The good old fellow, God bless him, helped me to
the vacant sofa himself, and made me snug there. I lay flat on
my back, and was greatly relieved; but the least
movement brought back the sickness. My
feelings and faculties were in a preternatural state of
vigilance and susceptibility, and a mouse could scarcely move in
the cabin without my hearing her. Under these circumstances,
none of the sayings and doings of my fellow-passengers escaped
me, and for a time they nearly drove me distracted. As the
sickness went off, however, I became more reconciled to them,
and by and by I was for a time almost unconscious that there was
any one in the cabin, though I afterwards remembered every word
that was uttered, as well as every thing that was done.
"I think, chentlemen," suggested a
sober-looking young man, with dark hair and a lively twinkle
about the eye, "that we would pe the petter of something warm
aifter our tea."
"Ferry goot observation" was repeated
simultaneously by the whole company, who with astonishing
unanimity seated themselves round the table.
"What will ye pefor, chentlemen?" asked the
first speaker "will we have prandy?"
"Prandy is a fery goot trink, there is no
toubt," answered a round-faced drochy, with very broad shoulders
and large whiskers, "and I like it fery well."
"So do I," and "so do I," was repeated by
"Weel chentlemen," said an old man of immense
stature, wearing a very broad hat, "I have nothing particular to
say against prandy, altho' three or four smaal tastings that I
took of it the other morning pefore preakfast at Falkirk did not
agree with me. Put to tell ye the truth, I would rather whusky;
the real Talisker is the thing for me."
This brought down a shout of applause, and
the Talisker was accordingly ordered.
"It's a fine speerit, the Talisker," said the
stout gentleman, looking round.
"Ou ay," said a dozen voices, "a fine speerit."
"There's no a petter made. That is the real
right thing, chentlemen, I would know it anywhere," continued
the stout gentleman, "and weel I might, for many's the trop of
it I have drank. No man knows goot whusky petter than Talisker
himself; tacent man, Talisker."
"A goot man," sententiously pronounced a
leathern-jawed middle-aged man, dressed in home-made shepherd's
"A goot man and a goot whusky is goot
company," answered the gentleman that suggested the brandy.
"Chentlemen," said the stout man, in a voice
that all understood to preface a toast, "chentleman, I see aal
your classes are filled; I think, after the Falkirk we have had,
we may trink goot markets."
"Goot toast, Glenbogary;" "excellent toast;"
"no one can object to that toast;" "aal feels interested in goot
markets;" "the whole country is the petter of goot markets,"
were the various remarks suggested by this toast, which was
drunk with much good-will.
"I heerd," said the abominable old fellow
that wanted me to burn myself up with turpentine, who turned out
to be a stray Lowlander that had settled in the North, "that ye
got a lang price for yer queys, Glenbogary."
"What did ye hear, Mr. Chaik?" (meaning
"I heerd twenty punds for ane."
"Forty for two, and fifty was got for them
the next day, but the queys was goot."
All expressed astonishment and admiration,
which greatly flattered Glenbogary.
"Tell us aal apout it" demanded several
Glenbogary took a deliberate gulp out of his
tumbler and commenced,
"Chentlemen, since it is your pleasure, I'll
tell you aal apout it. I thought I would take a turn to Falkirk
as usual, although I had nothing to sell there, and when leaving
home it came into my head that I might take some peasts with me
to pay my expense. So I sent away the two queys, one of them is
pranded and the other plack. People looked at them as they went
along, and I heard them saying, 'Fine animals,' 'goot peef,' and
observations of that kind; and when I got to the toun of
Stirling, out comes a fat short pody, and says he to me, 'Are
them queys yours?' 'Ay, they 're mines yet,' says I. 'Will ye
sell them?' says he. 'Yes,' says I. 'What are you seeking for
them?" says he. 'Forty pounds,' says I. 'I 'll gie ye
thirty-six,' says he. ' I 'll no take a penny less than forty,'
says I. He then took another look at them, and pressed me to
take thirty-six pounds, then forty with four pack, put I would
not, and went on my way to Falkirk. The night pefore the tryst,
who comes up to me put Peter Lamont from Atholl. Ye 'll aal know
Peter. He took a goot long look at the queys, and then he turns
to me and asks my price'Forty pounds, and no a penny less.'
'They're mines,' says Peter, shaking my hand, ' and I 'll take
them off your hands in the morning, and pay the money now or
then.' 'The money any time you likes, Mr. Lamont,' says I, 'and
the queys now or never.' 'Say ye sae,' says Peter; 'now then be
it.' Peter is a sure hand. Weel, chentlemen, I sees Peter next
evening, and asks him if he had sold the queys. 'Oh yes,' says
Peter, 'I sold them, and made of them too.' 'How much, Mr.
Lamont>' 'Ten pounds.' 'Ten pounds! Peter, you're choking. Fifty
pounds for my two queys! that was a price.' 'That is just the
figure I sold them for to an Englishman that wants to gain a
prize wi' them, and I wish he may.' Now, chentlemen, that is the
whole story. Put the queys was goot, and the price was goot."
"And the story is goot," answered Mr. M'Craw.
"I'll pe pound there wasn't a pair of queys like them at Falkirk
this many a day. Twenty pounds for a quey! that is a price."
"Forty pounds for two queys, and fifty the
next day," said Glenbogary, as setting the matter in a clearer
point of view, "put the queys was goot."
"Ye maun hae gien them oil-cake," said Mr.
"I did not, sir," replied Glenbogary very
decidedly. Mr. Jack still looked dissatisfied.
"Tell us their age, and how reared, Glen,"
demanded Mr. Finlay, who wanted the brandy. Before doing so,
however, another supply of Talisker was placed on the table, and
the tumblers were promptly replenished.
"You want to know their age, and rearing,
chentlemen. You will know it then, chentlemen. The mother of the
plack came from Barra, out of the Colonel's fold, and the mother
of the pranded from Harris, old Tonalt Stewart's fold, poth as
goot preeds as anywhere. Weel, the plack; no, it was the pranded;no,
but it is no matter; the one was three years old on the 3d of
April, and the other fourteen days later. Then as to the rearing
of them. Chentlemen, they got their mother's milk, every trop of
it, and they never were hungry again. 'Deed, chentlemen, I don't
like hungry man or peast apout me."
"Ferry goot observation, sir," was repeated
here with much emotion.
Mr. Jack did not join in this mark of
confidence, but mumbled something between his teeth about
oil-cake, and shook his head sceptically.
"Pless me, Maister Chaik," said Mr. Finlay,
"ye wat refuse anything. Glenbogary has told as plain as any
English how the queys was porn, pred, and prought up, and ye
look as if ye thought that he wat cheat people as the old Carles
of Achanadrish tid when they used to went to the market."
"Mr. Finlay," answered Mr. Jack solemnly, "I
am no Sgien to cheatin' mysel', and I dinna like folks that is;
but for a' that has cam and gane, I think the queys maun ha'e
"It matters ferry little, Mr. Chaik," said
Glenbogary with warm dignity, "what you or the like of ye
thinks. Put my advice to you is, when ye py accident find
yourself among chentlemen, to pehave yourself like a chentleman,
and no like an ill-put-thegither low-country nowte as ye are."
"Weel, Glenbogary," answered the impervious
Mr. Jack, "whether ill or weel put thegither, I maybe will haud
the-gither as lang as yoursel'."
As Glenbogary was about to make a suitable
reply, the vessel gave a plunge that made the glasses tumble
about, and a good deal of liquor was spilt. There was
considerable commotion, and the warmth that began to manifest
itself was cooled, and the embryo quarrel forgotten by the time
things were got into their proper places, and a new supply of
Talisker was on the table. When the glasses were once more
charged, a short squat man, with a lively pair of grey eyes,
large whiskers, between a yellow and a grey, and a sharp hooked
nose, got up. He seemed to be liked by the rest of the company,
and no wonder; his laugh was the loudest and merriest, he had
most to say, but principally to those immediately around him,
and there was none among them that took his tipple with more
scrupulous fairness. He no sooner stood up than there was a
general cry of "Scoo-darach." I wondered what was meant, and
thought if I had been hailed by such a cognomen, I should be
very angry. He however bowed, as if flattered by his reception,
from which I correctly divined that Scoodarach was his
"Chentlemen," commenced Scoodarach, "I
pelieve it is pretty fresh weather outside" (he had to hold hard
by the table to prevent being pitched off his feet), "and I
cannot see the reason why we shouldn't refresh ourselves inside"
(hear, hear, and ferry goot observation). "Chentlemen, we have
here a chentleman that is an honor to the whole country, and I
challenge the world to produce another man that got twenty
pounds for a quey at Falkirk."
"Forty pounds," cried Glenbogary, "and fifty
pounds the next day."
"Yes, chentlemen," resumed Scoodarach, "forty
pounds, and fifty the next day; altogether ninety punds !"
"Guide us! Scoodarach," interrupted Mr. Jack,
"ye're no gaun to say that Glenbogary got ninety punds for his
"I says more, Maister Chaik. They were worth
a hundred to any man that took a fancy to them. (Great applause,
and Mr. Jack refused a hearing.) Then, chentlemen, as my friend
and your friend Glenbogary is so well worthy of our pest thanks
for the honor he has prought upon the country, we 'll trink his
health in full pumpers."
Very great honour was done the toastheel
taps were out of the question. Glenbogary got up quite overcome;
but as the labouring of the vessel made it difficult to stand,
he sat down immediately, and begged permission to return thanks
sitting, which was of course granted.
"My tear friends," commenced Glenbogary,
affected, "I wish I had the tongue of Donach Ban, the bard, to
speak for me. I would then pe aple to do chustice to my heart.
Ye have tone me creat honor, chentlemen, and I am ferry much
opliged to ye aal. I am getting an olt man now. Chentlemen, I
have stoot thirty Falkirks without missing one." (Hear, hear,
and applause, which encouraged a young man that had said nothing
before, doing every justice to Talisker all the time, however,
to say, "My father stand thirty-five, and he is alife yet.")
"Tid he ever get twenty pounds for a quey
there ?" broke in Mr. Finlay.
"Forty for two queys," persisted Glenbogary,
"and fifty the next day; put the queys was goot."
"Put, Mr. Finlay," said Scoodarach, "how tid
the Carles of Achanadrish cheat when they went to the fairs?"
"Eh, Scoodarach! I thought everypody heard of
them. The way they tid was this: Pefore they would start with
their horses they would put a number of peats round their fires,
and turn out their wives and bairns; then one would go to his
neighpour and ask him if he was to send a horse to the market
The answer was 'yes' of course. 'I 'll puy him.' 'What will ye
give?' I will give so much, peing always a pound or two more
than the prute was worth. This offer was refused, and the
offerer wat hasten home, and wat in his turn pe called upon in
the same way, and the same scene pe gone through. After every
one that was to send a horse to the market had got his offer,
they wat aal go away to the fair. Well, when they got there they
asked a few shillings more than they had peen offered at home.
'That is a great teal too much,' the purchaser wat say. 'Oh no,'
the seller wat say, 'I was offered within three shillings of it
at home.' 'Impossible!' 'May I never again see those I left
around my fireside if I was not.'"
"The auld scoonrels," said Mr. Jack, "they
should ha'e been banished."
"Well, Mr. Chaik," answered Mr. Finlay,
"whether they should or no, and whether they was or no, you'll
find none of them in the country now."
"Weel, I am thinkin' it's no a bad riddance.
But whar ha'e the rogues gane till?"
"Some of them is in Australia, some in
America, some on the sea, and some in their graves. Poor men!
sorry they were to pid farewell to the prown hills of the
Highlands; put the times was against them, and they were aal
"Noo, Mr. Finlay, we'll say nae mair aboot
them wi' your leave," said Mr. Jack, who was warming to the
work; "but I am of opinion that a drap mair of Glenbogary's
frien' Talis-ker wad do us nae hairm. What say ye a',
There is no earthly doubt what they would
have said, if allowed to speak. This, however, they were not;
for just as a burst of approval was about breaking out, a thin
meagre-looking man who had sat the whole evening with his plaid
drawn tight round his throat, and enveloping the lower part of
his face, only allowing easy access to his mouth, a road
travelled very often by the glass which he seldom let out of his
hand, started fiercely to his legs. This, however, was of very
little use to him, as he as suddenly disappeared under the table
from the rolling of the vessel. He was up in an instant, and his
temper by no means improved by the disaster he had met with. He
looked about him as if he would annihilate all present. His rage
prevented his uttering a word for a few moments. At last he
blazed out "Talisker! Talisker!! Talisker!!! Who is Talisker
that we should pe trinking him? He is no fit for shentlemen to
sit upon. I say, Long Shon."
"Preserve us a'," said Mr. Jack in
considerable astonishment, "is the man wud? What does the crater
"I mean," retorted the irate Celt, "that I pe
no more a crater nor you; and I mean that Long Shon makes petter
whusky nor ever cam' out of Talisker's pot."
Glenbogary struck his fist on the table, and
"My coot friend, Mr. Cameron, it is natural
you should pe for upholding your own countryman, and no man has
more respect for Long Chon than I have; put pefore we can admit
that he is petter than Talisker, I would like to put one
question to you. Mr. Cameron, where does Long Chon get his
watter from?" This question was put with a solemnity that made
the whole company turn up their eyes, and it quite posed Mr.
Cameron, and, after a short pause Glenbogary went on, "Mr.
Cameron, Talisker's watter comes over eighty faals pefore it
reaches his pot."
"Eighty faals! eighty faals! eighty faals!"
repeated by a dozen voices. "That must be goot watter, and make
goot whusky.Eighty faals!!! "
"It maun be gaen weel saddened aifter sic
tumbling," remarked Mr. Jack, "that maun be said, and doobtless
it maks pleasant drink; but as Mr. Cameron is so fond o' doin'
the thing, I dinna see why we shudna tak his treat of Lang
This suggestion proved extremely to the
liking of the company, and there was such a cheerful
acquiescence on the part of every one that a remonstrance as to
his giving the treat died away on the tongue of Mr. Cameron, and
he ordered a supply of "Long John" in a way that would make one
believe that he was in a mortal rage at the steward. When the
tumblers were filled and tasted, he looked round for the
company's approval of his taste, and as they were drinking at
his expense, he of course obtained it; and Mr. Jack proposed his
health, which was drunk with all the honours.
The applause with which the toast was
honoured had not entirely ceased when a small door nearly
opposite to me opened, and a round grey head came cautiously
out, and then a round short figure dressed in whitey brown
clothes of good quality and make. This personage no sooner
appeared than a shout of "Welcome Mr. Tops!" sounded from all
sides of the table, and the individual so named slowly
approached his friends, holding by every available object to
prevent his being tumbled over by the rocking of the vessel.
"Mr. Tops," whose real name was Dobbs, was an Englishman, and
his round smooth ruddy face presented a decided contrast to the
shaggy and gaunt physiognomy of the topers at thetable. "Sit ye
town, Mr. Tops, sit ye town," and room being made opposite
Glenbogary, Mr. Dobbs was soon seated there with a steaming
tumbler of "Long John" before him.
"We were chust drinking Mr. Cameron's health
when ye cam in, Mr. Tops," said Scoodarach, whereupon Mr. Dobbs
did honour to the toast.
"Perhaps you'll give us a toast yourself, Mr.
"I'll be very happy to do so, gents, since
you call upon me."
"Mr. Tops' toastno taylight."
"Well, gents," commenced Mr. Dobbs, "in
responding to the call you have made, and seeing that your
glasses are filled, I propose the health of the Lord-Lieutenant
of the County."
"A ferry goot toast," and great cheering, and
no heel taps.
After this there was a short pause, as if the
whole party were thinking. At last Mr. Cameron got up like a
tiger, and, looking fiercely at Mr. Dobbs, asked him "who the
tefil the Lord-Lieutenant is?" This question was hailed with
Mr. Dobbs stood up with difficulty, and,
looking about him with a pair of large light prominent eyes,
said, "Gents, the Lord-Lieutenant is a man that knows his duty,
he is the right man in the right place." He then sat down with
the air of a man that had done his duty. But Mr. Cameron was not
to be so satisfied. He started up again, and, casting a glance
all round, as if challenging all the world, shouted at the top
of a shrill voice, "Tamn the Lord-Lieutenantwho is he?"
This raised the spirit of the British lion in
Mr. Dobbs, whose face got very red. He gave the fiery
Lochaberman as hostile a look as he could muster, and said, in a
very decided way, "I will not tell you."
This would have brought on a crisis, but
Scoodarach got up and said with great solemnity, "Chentlemen,
poth Mr. Tops and Mr. Cameron is right, and when I tells Mr.
Cameron that the Lord-Lieutenant is a fine teer-hound tog that
Locheil sent as a compliment to a friend of Mr. Tops' in
England, he will never again tamn the Lord-Lieutenant." This
explanation elicited great applause from the company, and Mr.
Cameron got hold of Dobbs' hand, and shook it till that
gentleman's eyes watered. Perfect harmony having been restored,
Mr. Finlay asked Dobbs if he sold his cast ewes. "Yes," answered
Dobbs, who had scarcely slept off the effects of a previous
potation, "and got the highest price at the market for them."
"That's pefore the luckspenny was taken off
"I never give luck-penny."
"You never gives luckspenny! Weel, I know
ye're a goot hand at a pargain ; would you like to puy a fine
lot? I 'll sell ye the Tomsrachaltney yowes."
"I did not know they were yours to sell."
Neither they were, as all well knew, and Mr. Dobbs at first
"Well! ye can try me, Mr. Tops; I 'll give
them to ye for 18s."
"I take them delivered in Glasgow in
"Tone, Mr. Tops; they are yours."
"That is a fair pargain," resounded on all
"Yes, it is a fair pargain," said Scoodarach,
"and we'll make a note of it."
This proposal rather startled Mr. Dobbs, the
Tomsrachaltney lot being a heavy one evidently; and he did not
imagine that Scoodarach was in earnest, thinking they were not
"Between friends it is not necessary to make
a note oi a bargain," suggested Dobbs.
"Oh, Mr. Tops! oh, Mr. Tops!! you are an
Englishman," was repeated on all sides.
"Yes, I am proud of being an Englishman,"
said Mr. Dobbs patriotically.
"Mr. Cameron will make a note of it," said
Scoodarach, which made Mr. Cameron look as if he would demolish
This was agreed to, and Cameron got hold of a
dirty piece of paper, and commenced writing on it with pencil.
But it would take a better scribe than he evidently was to make
a job of itwhat with the drink he had taken, what with the
pitching of the vessel. After indescribable exertions, he handed
the note to Scoodarach to read and sign. Reading it was out of
the question, but both parties signed itDobbs with his full
name, and Scoodarach with a few scratches that no one could make
anything of. "Now, Mr. Cameron, ye 'll sign as a wutness to the
pargain, and you too, Mr. M'Craw." Both signed.
"How many tid ye pought, Mr. Tops?" asked
"Why, I bought the whole."
"I tidn't say that," said Scoodarach.
"Yes you did," retorted Dobbs, who was
getting "very fu'."
"Was it the whole of the tops, or the whole
of the shots, Mr. Tops?"
" It was the whole of both, and no mistake.
Come now, sir ; no nonsense."
"Nonsense, Mr. Tops! I'll refard it to the
wutnesses. What to ye say, Mr. Cameron?"
"I say they are to pe telivered in Clasgow in
"Put how many?"
"I tell ye, they are to pe telivered in
Clasgow in Octoper," in wrath.
"Yes, but what is?" inquired Dobbs.
"To ye tare to tout my word?" said Cameron,
trying to get up, but he was held down by the rest
"I want to know," said Dobbs emphatically,
"what the bargain was? You wrote it down, and are referred to.
What do you say now?"
"I say," screamed Cameron, "they are to pe
telivered in Clasgow in Octoper. Can you refuse that?"
"I refuse nothing; but tell me how many sheep
are to be delivered to me?"
"Sheep! I ton't care for you or your sheep, I
put town that they are to pe telivered in Clasgow in Octoper,
and that is the pargain, whatever ye may say. I am refard, and
that's what I say."
Mr. Dobbs, greatly aggravated and
considerably drunk, stood up, raised his clenched fists above
his head, and looked as if he had been seized with apoplexy. "I
deny it. gentlemen, I call you to witness that he refuses to
tell me the bargain."
Mr. Cameron looked at the bottle as if he
would fain throw it at his opponent's head, but being half full
of "Long John" he thought better of it. "I tell ye, and if ye
werena a prute of a Sassanach, you watn't have asked it again,
that I wrote town that they are to pe telivered in Clasgow in
Octoper. To you say that I titn't write town the truth?"
"Damn the truth!" cried Dobbs, at his wits'
"Oh! oh!! hoh!!!" sounded round the table in
different tones, which perfectly overwhelmed poor Dobbs, who
crawled from the table and sat alone in a corner, looking very
sulky. By and by Scoodarach got up and went to him, and
commenced in a low condoling voice,
"Well, Mr. Tops, ye tidn't get chustice
altogether from Mr. Cameron, who should have told ye the pargain.
It is a pity that ye were in such a hurry puying the yowes, as I
tidn't intend they should pe more than 15s., and they are
scarcely worth so much. There is chust 2000 of them, and your
loss will pe apout £500. It is a pity, Mr. Tops."
Dobbs' face, drunk though he was, looked so
remarkably blank after he received this gratuitous piece of
information, that Scoodarach seemed to have difficulty in
keeping his gravity.
"What did you say, sir; my loss would be
"That at least, Mr. Tops."
"Bless my soul," said Dobbs, "are you
serious? Why, it was not fair of you."
"Chently, Mr. Tops; take care what ye say.
Ye'll no get out of the scrape that way."
"Well, then, how can I get out of it?" asked
the unfortunate man in perturbation of spirit.
"Now, Mr. Tops, ye speak reasonable. I'll
take £50, and let ye off the pargain."
"Fifty pounds! No, no, that 'ere is too much.
Will you take five pounds?"
"Five pounds! Mr. Tops, ye are laughing at
me. Five pounds instead of fifty pounds'? What to ye take me
"Come now," said Dobbs persuasively, "take
the five pounds."
"I'll tell ye what I'll to, Mr. Tops. I have
known ye long, and ye 're a tacent man, and I'll let ye off for
three pottles of wine."
Dobbs grasped his hand as if he had a
benefactor, and was so overcome with gratitude that he could not
utter a word for two minutes.
The two then joined the rest at the table,
and the wine was called for. When it came they all filled their
glasses and tasted it, then shook their heads, and quietly took
the whisky bottle and put a "smaal drappy o' 'Long Chon' in to
make it trink fit for Christians."
"Tid ye settle, chentlemen?" inquired M'Craw.
"Ooh! Mr. Tops is a chentleman," answered
Scoodarach, looking all innocence.
"You are a gentleman," said Dobbs fervently.
"I will maintain that 'ere in any company."
"Put are they to pe telivered in Clasgow in
Octoper?" asked Cameron, looking dangerous.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Cameron, they are."
The wine and whisky mixture told upon Dobbs,
who soon became unable to sit at the table, and the steward
helped him away. He no sooner disappeared than Scoodarach told
how he had fooled him, and this brought on a lively
"To ye mind Tonalt Plack, that kept the
public at the Ferry?"
"Yes, yes, Glenbogary; we aal knew Tonalt."
"Weel, one tay I was crossing at night, and
Achanduin and me stayed at Tonalt's house till the morning. We
were in ped together when Tonalt comes inhe is a shrouwd
fellow, Tonaltand says Tonalt, 'Glenbogary, what am I to do
with a Sassanach pody that came yesterday, and stayed aal night?
He is up now, and going away, and he is asking me to give him my
pill, and he hasna paid for what he cot, instead of his having
money on me. He'll never get my pill whatever,' said Tonalt.
'The bodach is wanting to cheat ye, Tonalt,' said Achanduin,
'put we'll stand py ye? Will ye?' says Tonald. 'Then if he tries
that, we'll see which is the pest man.' With that Tonalt goes
out, and we heard him saying to the Englishman, 'So ye'll pe for
getting my pill, for how much?' 'None of your impertinence,'
says the Englishman. 'What is that?' says Tonalt. 'Is it another
pill? I'll give ye my pills immediately,' says Tonalt, 'and
there is one of them;' and we heard a creat tramping as of two
men fighting, so we chumped up, and found Tonalt and the
Sassanach pusy at each other. They were poth stout and supple,
and it was pretty to see them, and we looked at them for a
while. Put the Sassanach had cunning plows, and Tonalt got some
pad clours, so we went petween them, and separated them. The
Englishman was in a rage, and wanted to take Tonalt pefore a
magistrate, put when we explained Tonalt's ignorance, he laughed
as much as we tid, and gave him half a crown when going away.
That Englishman was a real chentleman, no tout."
When Glenbogary finished his story, he got
up, and called for the cabin boy, who seemed to be a protege of
his, and after holding a private conversation with him in
Gaelic, the boy went off. The old grazier got his broad hat, and
stuck it on the front of his head, faced right at the door where
the boy had disappeared, steadied himself, and drew his mouth
back twice almost to his ears, each time giving a loud
aspiration between a grunt and a snort, and made a very
ludicrous attempt at a dignified march to the door, from which I
saw the tails of his coat disappear as if he had been shot out
of a huge cannon, the vessel having given a sudden lurch.
"No tout Glenbogary is a very tacent man,"
said Scoodarach, "and he got a lairge price for his queys,
fourty pounds for two queys! Fery few people tid that. You think
they got oil-cake, Mr. Jaik, to ye no?"
"Weel, after Glen said that he didna gie them
ony, I am boond to believe him. But it's a lang price for twa
beasts aff the graiss. I didna think there was graiss in the
hielands that wad fetch them up to sae muckle money."
"Tyree wat make them petter nor no other
place," said M'Craw, "and there's crass there that wat make them
as fat as putter."
"Od, Mr. M'Craw," said Mr. Jack, "the only
thing I ken o' Tyree is that it's fu' o' witches. But without
ony jokes, I have seen some fine fat beasts frae that island."
"Who toes Tyree pelong to?" asked Mr. Cameron
in a defiant tone.
"To His Crace the Chuke of Argyle," answered
M'Craw proudly, "the creat M'Calein More."
"The whole o' Lochaber pelonged to the Tuke
of Gordon, who was a petter man than ever a Tuke of Argyle was;"
and the irascible Mr. Cameron struck his fist on the table. -
This was too much for the defender of the
Duke of Argyle, who no doubt would have been very proud of his
champion if he had seen his face, and heard the tone in which he
"Mr. Cameron, His Crace the Chuke of Argyle
has peen a chuke pefore the Chuke of Gordon was fit for a
cateran, and M'Calein More never turned his pack upon a friend
or a foe."
The Duke of Gordon's champion was dumb with
rage and astonishment, and there is no saying what he would have
done, had not Scoodarach, who encouraged his companions to
quarrel to the very verge of flying at one another's throats,
and then by a few well-chosen words, made them greater friends
than ever, taken up the matter. "The Chuke of Argyle," said that
individual, "is a creat man, and the Chuke of Cordon was a creat
manthat is the tifference petween them; and it is much pity
that there is that same tifference, for the Marquis of Huntly
was an honour to Lochaber and to Scotland when he was at the
head of the Plack Watch, and let them to dory wherever it was to
pe found. Put he has cone to his home, and peace pe with him.
Your father, Mr. Cameron, and mines too, had many a hard fight
with him, and well, well they liked to talk apout him."
Even M'Craw was touched with the devotion
with which Scoodarach spoke of the last of the Gordon dukes, who
was evidently known by name to, and popular with the whole
"Put what made ye say, Mr. Chaik," put in Mr.
Finlay, "that Tyree was full o' witches !"
"I'm thinking," answered that gentleman, "Mr.
M'Craw can tell ye mair on that subject than I can, for if a'
tales be true, there's no lang since he was afore the shirra for
callin' an auld wife a witch. Is it true that ye were fined
"It was a wee fine," said M'Craw, looking
conscious; "and it wasna for calling her a witch, put for no
appearing at the Court when my name was called."
"It was aboot that cheatery wark o' the
stanes coming in through the roof o' the hoose, was it no?"
"Whist, Mr. Chaik, I ton't like to hear ye
talk that way."
"Do ye mean to say that there was onything
uncanny aboot it?" said Mr. Jack. "Tell us it, man; tell us it."
"Well, it's no a long story, and I 'll pe
willing to tell it"
All at table leaned forward with much
curiosity, and some awe was depicted in every face, and as the
narrative proceeded, even Mr. Jack was considerably influenced
by the bearing of his friends, and looked somewhat scared.
"The thing happened at Callum Du's house. He
was a tacent man, and had a wife and eleven childer, and what
with fishing and making the most o' his pit croft, they were
toing as well as their neighpours, and hadn't to make their
tinner of shell-fish gathered on the shore and poiled in the
brochan more than five times in the week. One tay the whole of
himself and his family and wife and pairns were in at their
tinner, and a crap which one o' the pairns had picked up at the
shore was fished out of the pot, and two of the pairns were
quarrelling apout it, when a roun' stone cam in at the top of
the house, without leaving a hole aifter it, and came thack
town, and struck the crap out o' their hands on the floor.
Callum was so pusy at his brochan, that he tidn't notice the
pairns till he heard them give a roar. He then looked, chust as
a wee pit balachan, two years old, was going to pick up the
crap, and what should he see?"
Here the narrator's voice sank to a sort of
whisper, and his lips became parched, and so unmanageable that
he could scarcely bring them to subjection so as to perform
their functions. The rest partook of his emotion, and several
asked in the same tone, "w/iatf?" " The crap," continued M'Craw,
"moving slowly away from the laddy, although it was well poiled,
and had no more life in it than the herring I eat to my tinner
to-tay. Callum and his wife and the grown-up childer were tumb
with fear, put the wee laddy laughed and went aifter the crap,
till his mother got hold of him and kept him pack. Then another
pairn went to the pot, with a spoon to get some out of it, and
the pot moved off aifter the crap, and another stone came in at
the top of the house, and it tidn't left a hole aifter it
neither. The whole of them then ran out of the house, making a
noise that prought aal their neipours apout them, put none of
them wat go into the house, till Tonalt Tawlor came, and he said
he wat go in. Put if he tid, he tidn't remain long, for water
came pouring town upon him, and pefore he could get out he was
more like a trooket fox than a Christian. No one wat go in after
this, and some one went for a chustice-peace, and he came next
tay, and went in quite pold and sat town. He soon heard splash
splash on the loft, and up the ladder he went, to a smaal place
where there was two peds, and he found one of the peds full of
milk, and the other of water. Well, he went town again and
called Callum in, and though feared he tidn't like to refuse the
chentleman, and went. ' Pretty pusiness this, Callum,' says he,
' to put water in one ped and milk in the other. If you attempt
to cheat me, I 'll have you put in chail.' ' Och,' cried Callum,
' it's me that's no cheating, as God's my wutness.' 'The tevil
is more likely to pe your wutness,' said the chustice, very
angry, put he no sooner said so than the pot pegan to move. When
he saw this, he looked with his eyes very open, put he was pold
enough, and said, ' This is one of your tricks,' and with that
he went to the pot, put he couldn't get near it, for it kept
tancing round him till he got afeard, and walked out of the
house, and without saying one wort he chumped on his horse and
galloped away. I happened to pe in the island at the time, and I
went to see if it was aal true I heard."
"And what seed ye, man?" said Mr. Jack, whose
leathern jaws lengthened, though long enough before, during the
recital of this astonishing story.
M'Craw resumed, "I saw the pot, for I went
into the house, and when I was looking at it, a hard peat came
in at the side of the house where there was neither toor nor
window, and struck my pack, and made me chump till I nearly
prained my head akainst a peam. When I looked round at the pot,
as I was going out at the toor, for I tidn't remain longer in
the unplest place it was tancing round the kitchen."
"Did ye see that wi' your ain een?" asked Mr.
"Yes, Mr. Chaik, I saw it with my two plessed
"Then," said Mr. Jack solemnly, "there is
mair nor guide graiss grows in Tyree, or I am mista'en."
The party became very sombre after this, and
I dozed into an uncomfortable state of unconsciousness for some
time. I was roused out of this by something tumbling over me,
which turned out to be the fiery Mr. Cameron, who was going on
deck, and was hurled upon me by the labouring of the steamer,
which was straining and creaking in every timber. His temper was
by no means improved by his contact with me, and he started up
as if mortally insulted, and made for the door. It happened to
be open, and a large top-coat was thrown upon it which hung down
more than half way to the floor, and might be mistaken, by a
person who had been imbibing "Talisker" and "Long John' for four
or five hours, for a man. The boat tossing violently made the
arms of the coat swing in a bellicose way that at once attracted
the attention of the pugnacious Celt, who steadied himself for a
moment, and then made a rush at it with very hostile intentions.
The shock of the collision was considerable, and Mr. Cameron was
thrown back rolling under the table, carrying the coat with him,
which he pummelled most unmercifully, and refused to let go when
the steward and others came to the scene of action, until it
should own itself vanquished. The last I saw of Mr. Cameron was
his being carried, kicking and scratching frantically, up the
cabin stair; and when the steward returned his shirt collar had
disappeared, and one of his sleeves dangled gracefully about his
arm. After this the party did not muster. The tumblers, however,
were empty, so that there was no liquor thrown away. How they
stowed themselves away for the night I do not know, further than
that I heard terrific snoring in all directions, from which I
infer that they enjoyed more sound and undisturbed slumbers than
fell to my lot.
But I did sleep tooa troubled,
uncomfortable, unrefresh-ing sleepand when I awoke in the
morning, daylight was struggling in at the little round port
holes. I heard a friendly chat going on not far from me, and
"Chust a smaal trop, Mr. Finlay, to open your
eyes, aifter being aal night on the Moil. It's a pad place the
Moil, and many's the goot man that found a sore head there."
"Your health, Scoodarach," answered Mr.
Finlay, and soon after I heard a smack of satisfaction. "Now, ye
'll tak a taste yourself, for what has done me so much goot
cannot to ye harm."
"I have been tasting with Glenbogary when he
took his morning, but I will trink your health for luck, Mr.
Finlay;" and he did so in a bumper of pure whisky. He noticed
that I was awake, and immediately came to me.
"Ye 're petter now, sir," said Scoodarach
cheerfully, "and to put aal right ye 'll take a smaal trap out
of my pottle. We 'll soon pe in Oban, for Kerrera is showing its
nose to us, and the 'Arap' is going her pest" I thanked him, and
declined the whisky, to his no small astonishment "Perhaps ye
would like prandy or wine petter." I assured him I could not
taste either; upon which he looked at me compassionately, and
"Hoo! I see now,that's why ye were sick last
night." The steamer was soon all alive, and shortly before
reaching Oban, breakfast was served, and most of the boon
companions of the night before sat down to it with as keen
appetites and as hearty as if they had gone to bed sober at nine
o'clock instead of "very fu'" at two in the morning, I did not
breakfast until I went on shore at Oban, and I confess I thought
it a very pleasant change. I determined, however, to go to the
quay as the "Arab" was leaving, to have a last look at the tar
barrels, and at the drouthy Scoodarach perhaps; and to be sure
there they were, and Glenbogary's broad hat and broad coat-tail
nodding and fluttering in the breeze. He was telling something
to a stranger who listened in seeming wonder and admiration.
What it was I can only conjecture. I was nearly knocked down by
some one pushing violently past me, and on turning round I saw
two men rushing along the quay, who I thought had been left
behind, but I was wrong in this conjecture. The one got hold of
the other by the arm, the better to direct his eyes, and
pointing in a very excited manner at the retreating steamer,
said, "That's him that sold the two queys for forty poundsI"
"And fifty the next day," I repeated, as I
walked away to the Caledonian. "But the queys was goot!"
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