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The Jacobite, No.133, Summer 2010
attending were down this year probably partly due to the suspension of flights
because of the presence of volcanic ash in the stratosphere.
The morning was cold but dry when the chairman of The
Gaelic Society of Inverness Allan Campbell welcomed the company; he
introduced Father John Angus MacDonald who said a prayer in Gaelic.
This was followed by Dr Angus Macdonald. Piper to the Gaelic Society
playing the ground of “The Prince`s
The chief`s address was delivered by Brigadier John M. MacFarlane, our President, entitled:
“THE SOUNDS AND
VOICES OF CULLODEN”
sean fhacal ‘sa Ghàidhlig
ag radhainn “Tha MacTalla anns
gach creag” agus tha sin cho fìor,
gu sonraichte ann an àite
cho spioradail ‘s a tha againn air a bhlàr
seo far am bheil ar dùthchas
bronach mun cuairt oirnn a’ lìonadh
ar cridheachan. Tha am blàr
seo làn de fhuaimean agus de
ghuthanann airson neach ‘sam bith
a ‘tha comasach an cluintinn .
Uaireiginnach, seas an seo ‘nad aonar agus eisd !
“Every Rock holds its echo” says the Gaelic Proverb, and none more
than on this spiritual moor where the brooding sense of place pervades all who
visit it, whomsoever you are! It is
full of sounds and voices to those who have that inner hearing and the will to
exercise it. Just stand alone here sometime and let the place speak to
you. But I want
you to exercise that imagination with me today.
Yes! There had been sounds here that April morning, made by friend and
foe, gradually building since a grey cold dawn rose and the whistling
north-easterly showers soaked our tired and hungry men and their officers
standing in their depleted ranks on this landscape: a tactical nightmare
particularly for Highland troops.
Each man prepared his soul as best he could in prayer or in the sacrament of his particular belief. In the gathering light came the murmured Gaelic responses, as the Episcopalians of the Appin Regiment received the viaticum of bread and wine and absolution in the face of the death many were to achieve in the third rank of Barrell’s Regiment later in the day.
Soon, in the distance there was the tuck of drum and the thin music of
fifes as the red columns of regular troops and their Highland and Lowland allies
wound their careful disciplined way on to the field where the Hanoverian
cavalry, too, jingled to their
As the tensions grew and Regimental colours crackled in the wind, the
Highlanders in the Jacobite Army, both voluntary and pressed, acted in the face
of battle as their ancestors had for centuries done. Bha nuallan na pioba
‘g an brosnachadh gu cath Pipers
repeatedly sounded the old tunes which incited fighting-madness. Bha Sluagh-
ghairmean ‘g an glaodhaich: “Loch Sloidh ”
Creag an Sgairibh “
ceangalan comhfhurtachail eadar gach gaisgeach agus an dùthaich
as an d’thàinig
Battlecries gave them comforting
links to their clan lands . Genealogies were rehearsed that reassured
them of their descent from pure lineages.
“Is mise Iain Mac Caluim Mhic Iain….”“I am John son of
Calum son of John…” “Theid
an aghaidh nan creag”
bards among them probably maintained morale with recitation of the stirring
deeds of people in their clan’s past.
air na daoine bho’n d’ thainig sibh”
“Remember those from whom you have come”
There was the rattle of
sword-hilts on targes and the shouts and insults of individuals, frustrated at
the sight of the silent stolid machine–like enemy, their lines dressed and yet
STILL no orders given for a wild Highland charge to attack them, to break them
and to make them flee.
ullamh, a mhuinntir an Righ,.
Gu'm buaileamaid buillean le
But there was no relief from the crucifixion of bombardment with well-
pointed artillery, the wail of falling mortars, the hissing showers of canister,
the rending of bloody furrows through
the kilted ranks, the shrieks of the gravely wounded, the leadership
failing as more and more
tacksmen and chiefs were felled and loyal companions of a lifetime were
seen being laid low.
Cha’n e buaidh ach bàs
bha ‘n dàn
Our fate was not victory but death
And then came the onset: the order to charge ; the crowded, veering
charge over quaking bog in the face of the rippling rolling volleys of hardened
Hanoverian infantry; the hiss of case shot cutting swathes in the ranks;
the crash of artillery pieces
fired over open sights; an onset against an
enemy well supported by controlled reserves which kept the frontline firm at the
point of the bayonet; close quarter battle with musket, pistol, claymore targe,
axe and biodag against musket
and bayonet, sword and spontoon. Even the partial destruction of Barrells 4th
and Munro’s Regiment by the Appin Regiment and Camerons of the Jacobite right,
which could have caused a possible breakthrough,
received raking, flanking fire from a deployed Hanoverian reserve line.
Fatally hemmed in, the charge lost momentum in the face of withering volleys.
Despite sundry actions on other parts of the field and the deployment and
counter deployment of cavalry, it was only a matter of time.
Cha’n e buaidh ach bàs
bha ‘n dàn
Our fate was not victory but death
So let us imagine a moment just shortly after 2‘clock on the 16th
of April 1746. The crisis point of the battle is just over. At that moment, for
many, there is an eerie silent pause on this battlefield of Culloden: the
silence of broken hopes, the exhaustion of effort and the gradual realisation,
both for victor and vanquished, that these were the dying acts of an ancient and
much–revered dynasty and that
this was the end of its long march, down the centuries, alongside
the people of Scotland.
Ospagan dheireannach uachadranachd nan Stiùbhartaich
Sgrìob liath an Earraich…..fàsach
At that moment, new sounds and voices emerged:
the fighting retreat of the Irish Picquets;the drumming hooves
of dragoons on the move and
the cries of their victims; triumphant piping from the Campbell Militia; the
continued screams of wounded horses and men; the huzzays and rough half-drunken
jesting of blood stained Hanoverian soldiers looting the dead, or despatching
wounded Jacobites with bayonet
or shot; the caoineadh or corranach of the
women camp-followers finding their dead. Tuiream bàis
nam ban-cinnidh; the
shouts, curses and prayers of those fleeing; the controlled but swift withdrawal
of some Jacobite units disengaging and moving South, in good order, to safety
beyond the river Nairn. Among these were the Prince and his escort.
As the hours and days went by, the noises and sounds spread outwards from
Drummossie and ran across Highland Scotland with the destructive rapidity of a
moorland fire. Well could John Roy Stuart say in his poem Latha Chùil
“ Gur mòr
mo chùis mhulaid
“Great is the cause of my sorrow
As I mourn the wounds of my land”
can plead that 18th century life was violent brutish and short and
that even punishment meted out by justice itself, where it existed, was cruel
and by our standards depraved. But NOTHING can forgive the intense, systematic
murder, rapine, looting and burning perpetrated by Government Forces in the
Aftermath of the Uprising. Sequestration of property, imprisonment in hulks and
dungeons, execution and
transportation as slaves were the result for
many loyal to the Stuarts.
Again I quote John Roy Stuart:
“A chuid a tha bèo dhiubh
Even a Government officer said: “Tha
sinn air ar saoradh o’n Eiridh Suas seo ach tha eagal orm gun aobhraich
a ‘dheireadh trioblaidean do’n dùthaich
“We are free of this Uprising but I fear that its ending will bring
great trials for this wretched country”
As we all know, military action by land and sea and a weight of
Government legislation attempted nothing less than the dismantling and
destruction of the Highland way of life, alienating
the chiefs and tacksman from their clansmen and seducing
them towards Southern ways,
depriving large sections of the
populace from the comfort of their religious practices and the succour of their
priests, forbidding us our
language, our distinctive dress and the arms of a warrior race and eventually
striking at the very basis of our rural
economy, in other words, our people
and our holding of land.
“No seer foretold that the children would be banished that a degenerate
Might boast of his sheep”
yet it is strange how things turn out!
Jacobites fought for King George in the Seven Years War and in the
American Independence Wars. The
Clearances, disastrous though they were for our land and people, resulted in an
injection of strong genes, fine blood and an ancient culture to the burgeoning
lands of the New World, Australia and New Zealand, a culture which is still
perpetuated and remembered and indeed worshipped as a mark of distinction.
“The blood is strong and the heart is Highland…”
The Highland Regiments, which forged the great military victories of the
expanding Empire restored our self respect as a kilted and warrior race, and
still fight fiercely on our behalf, as the Taliban are finding out to their
I also find it interesting to detect a growing interest and support among
the Chiefs and Chieftains for the language and culture of their ancestors and an
increasing wish in differing ways to espouse it. There is also a growing
confidence in the concept of clanship and community in a world where there is,
sadly, so much division.
As for religion, I take comfort from the fact that each Sunday, the Appin
Chalice and Paten at St Johns Scottish Episcopal Church Ballachulish dispenses
the elements of the Holy Mysteries, as it has done since it was used on that
bleak morning on Culloden Field and the Eucharist is celebrated in Gaelic on
occasion and will continue to be so.
And what of Gaelic itself: the
only language spoken continuously throughout Scotland’s long march? As the old song says:
“Tha do chaill i a clì
‘s cha do striochd i fo bheum”
has not lost her energy nor succumbed to insult and attack “
Miraculously, despite attack from without, and apologetic weakness shown
from within, our mother-tongue has clung on.
She now expresses herself in a rich written, as well as oral, tradition.
She still transmits the great odysseys and events of the Gael, bears our myths
and stories, expresses our beliefs and our relationships one with another and
tells of our deep sense of place and communion with our enduring landscape.
Even as we speak, the blossoms of the language in music, literature,
drama and the spoken word are spreading and growing, bright as
flowers on the machair, particularly among the young.
The Gaelic heritage -bearers are
“Ginnealach Ùr nan Gàidheal “
“The new generation of Gaels”.
It is a precious heritage which Scotland loses at its peril, for Gaelic
and the Scots language are the soul of our country.
As speakers and non–speakers, we should work together to support any
measure which ensures the future of our Gaidhealtachd. If we do so, we
are ensuring that all those who suffered and died here, and in the ethnic
cleansing and terrorism which followed, did not suffer in vain but are
remembered in a vibrant language and culture.
As the great Gaelic bard, Alasdair Mac Mhaighstir Alasdair, said:
“Let us go forward Unafraid”
‘S na biodh fuathas oirnn!”
Brigadier JM Macfarlane CULLODEN 17th April 2010)
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