Superstitions of the Highlands & Islands of Scotland: Collected Entirely from Oral SourcesCampbell, John Gregorson
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Superstitions of the Highlands & Islands of Scotland: Collected Entirely from Oral Sources
Campbell, John Gregorson
Folklore -- Scotland
On the last night of last century[94] a disastrous casualty, in which
six persons lost their lives, occurred in the deer forest of Gaïck in
Badenoch. The wild tract of mountain land, to which the name is given,
was not formally made into a deer forest till 1814, but its loneliness
made it a favourite haunt of wild game at all times. There was not a
house in the large extent of near thirty square miles beyond a hut for
the shelter of hunters. Captain MacPherson of Ballychroän, an officer
in the army, with some friends and gillies were passing the night of
the 31st December, 1800, in this hut, when an avalanche, or whirlwind,
or some unusual and destructive agency came upon them, and swept before
it the building and all its inmates. When people came to look for the
missing hunters they found the hut levelled to the ground, and its
fragments scattered far and wide. The men’s bodies were scattered over
distances of half a mile from the hut; the barrels of their guns were
twisted, and over all there was a deep covering of snow, with here and
there a man’s hand protruding through it. The whole Highlands rang
with the catastrophe, and it is still to be heard of in the Hebrides
as well as in the district in which it occurred. Popular superstition
constructed upon it a wild tale of diabolical agency.
Captain MacPherson was popularly known as “The Black Officer of
Ballychroän” (_Ofhichier du Bailechrodhain_). He is accused of being
a “dark savage” man (_dorcha doirbh_), who had forsaken his wife and
children, and had rooms below his house, whence the cries of people
being tortured were heard by those who passed the neighbourhood at
night. About the end of 1800 he was out among the Gaïck hills with a
party of hunters, and passed the night in the hut mentioned. Late at
night strange noises were heard about the house, and the roof was like
to be knocked in about the ears of the inmates. First came an unearthly
slashing sound, and then a noise as if the roof were being violently
struck with a fishing rod. The dogs cowered in terror about the
men’s feet. The captain rose and went out, and one of his attendants
overheard him speaking to something, or some one, that answered with
the voice of a he-goat. This being reproached him with the fewness of
the men he had brought with him, and the Black Officer promised to
come next time with a greater number.
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