Article V. written by Alexander Gunn, aka A Native of Badbea
was printed in the Northern Ensign on 2 Oct 1879. Part A
Warning: This recollection of Alexander Gunn contains a
description of a seal kill in the 1840s that some may find disturbing.
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| A seal snoozing at Dunnet Head, Highlands, Scotland |
“ I said in my last that the seal fishing, or farming if you
will, was a very considerable item in the industry of the people of
Auchencraig: and so it was. The way in which the thing was managed was this. A
man named George Grant, “Pogach,” who lived in Auchencraig, paid so much yearly
to the Laird for liberty to kill the seals, of which there were hundreds upon
hundreds about the coast at that time.
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| A seal sleeping on the ramp at Dunnet Head, Highlands |
Grant would take his boat, and
accompanied by five or six men, would proceed to the coves, where the seals had
their young, in the month of October and November. Several of the boat’s crew
were armed with thick strong sticks, about five feet long. It was always at
night that they went on their sealing expeditions, and as soon as they touched
the beach in one of these coves, so many of the men leaped on shore, each armed
with his cudgel, and accompanied by a man carrying a large brilliant torch,
which lighted up the cavern.
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| In trying to work out what the torches would be like I have found this picture of spearing salmon drawn at a similar time, that comments, "One man holds the torch, which is composed of pieces of tar barrels, old ropes, bog fir etc." McIan's Highlanders At Home. |
There were usually some left in charge of the
boat, which was rowed stealthily at first to the shore, so as not to disturb
the animals; but as soon as the light shone in the cove, the seals made for the
sea, when they were met by the party carrying the bludgeons, and who laid on
the seals with all their might, aiming at the nose, the only part of the seals
where a blow would have any effect. If struck on the nose the blood flowed
freely and the beast bled to death. If you were to pound him in any other part,
it would have no more effect than if you were thrashing away at a bundle of
straw. Even a rifle ball, unless you were very close at hand, bounds off the
seals skin without doing him the least injury. There might be from 10 to 20 or
30 seals in the cove, and a pretty large portion of these would fall under the
stroke of one or other of these men. The remainder would make their way back to
the sea, where they were all safe. Should a wounded seal – one bleeding to
death – be able to crawl his way to the sea, it would staunch the wound, and he
would survive after all.
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| A cove near Dunnet Head, north-east Highlands. |
It was no uncommon thing to be struck violently by stones
thrown by the seals when pursued. They had an art by which they could cast
stones to a considerable distance, and with great force, with their hind feet,
or paws rather, and often wounded some of the party engaged in the slaughter.
They would also seize a man by the leg if they had a chance, and once they got
hold, they would not let go until they heard or felt something give way. The
parties engaged in killing these animals were in the habit of having two pairs
of stockings on, and had the space between lined with charred wood, which, when
the seal seized the man by the leg, cracked and broke, and when the seal heard
or felt this, he let go, and the party escaped unhurt. Some of the seals were
very bulky animals. I remember once coming on one in a cove where she had her
young, and she was crying and speaking to her young. We slipped in unknown to
her, and ran our boat along-side of her, when two of us leaped out with our
weapons. She heard us by this time, lifted her head, and cast a look at us, we
coming down on her at the same time with our bludgeons, but she gave one mighty
plunge into the sea, which raised a wave that filled our boats as full as an
eggshell, and she got away. She was fully as long as our boat, which was fourteen
feet of keel.
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| Scotland's jagged north-east coast, with its coves and beaches |
After a number of seals were killed in the way I have
described, they were tied together and dragged behind the boat, and hauled up
above the tide-mark and left there for several days, as the longer they were
allowed to lie, the more oil did they produce. They were skinned, the blubber
being taken off along with the skin, and next the blubber was separated from
the skin, and latterly melted down in a large boiler, after which the oil was
drained off, put into barrels, and sent to the market, Cromarty and Inverness
being the principal markets for the oil. Hundreds of gallons of oil were thus
yearly disposed of, and the price realised for the skins was very considerable
as well, but this is all changed now. No herring fishing, or fishing of any
kind; and why? Because a former Laird took a fancy for the poor people’s bits
of lots to fatten his sheep upon, and at one sweep cleared away every one of
these thirteen families.”