Forsyth Notes, Issue93

FORSYTH NOTES April 15, 2005

Welcome to the ninety-third issue of Forsyth Notes . Forsyth Notes is published bi- monthly by Clan Forsyth Society of the USA, and is your e-link to your extended Forsyth family. April 16 th marks the anniversary of the major turning point in Scottish history – the Battle of Culloden. This issue of Forsyth Notes is dedicated to our brave ancestors who fought for freedom. They may have lost the final battle, and many lost their lives, but their bravery and philosophy has dramatically changed the world. America is the product of their thirst for freedom.

Although a different time and place, the philosophy of these brave Scots was best expressed four hundred twenty-six years earlier in the Declaration of Arbroath (April 6, 1320):

It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom -- for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself.

The Battle of Culloden - April 16th 1746

The Battle of Culloden by Mark Churms

The Battle of Culloden - April 16th 1746 - marked the fall of the Jacobite rebellion of 1745, which sought to restore the Stuart monarchy to the throne. In barely 40 minutes of fighting, the massed army of Bonnie Prince Charlie had been slaughtered by government troops (which also contained Scottish clans) led by Prince William the Duke of Cumberland.

On a cold drizzly day in April in the year of Our Lord 1746, two armies faced each other across a bleak moor near the town of Inverness in the north of Scotland. One of them was made up of what were in effect tribal levies who, ostensibly fighting to restore the Stuart dynasty to the throne of Britain, were actually making a last stand for their ancient way of life. The battle lasted for less than an hour and the outnumbered Highland clansmen were crushed by a storm of grapeshot and musketry fired by the redcoated government troops. It was the last battle ever fought on the soil of mainland Britain.

The moor was called Drumossie; the clansmen Jacobites; and their leader Bonnie Prince Charlie, the Young Pretender.

The battle was called Culloden

The politics behind the Jacobite rebellions of the 18th century were as simple and as complex as the blood relationships which governed the lives of royal families all over Europe at that time.

In 1688 an overwhelmingly Protestant English people grew heartily sick of their Catholic Stuart king and his pretensions to absolutism. James II, whose father had been beheaded on the orders of Oliver Cromwell and whose brother had only been restored to the throne in 1661, was deposed in favor of his daughter Mary and her Dutch Protestant husband William of Orange. Unfortunately, they died childless and the throne passed to James' second sister Anne. This poor woman spent most of her life in childbirth and her tragedy was to bear seventeen children in all, and see not one of them live past infancy. The next in line were the children of Sophia the Electress of Hanover and when Queen Anne died in 1714, George Elector of Hanover became George I of Great Britain. In Scotland he was known as the "wee German lairdie". All the time the exiled James and his son brooded in their palace of St. Germain in France.

Those who supported James were known as Jacobites, from Jacobus the Latin rendering of James. Though Jacobite sympathies in England grew hot and cold in parallel with the general level of political contentment, there was little chance that England would ever seriously contemplate a Stuart restoration with its accompanying Catholic baggage. In one place, however, the Stuarts could depend on a great deal of support, and that was in the Highlands of Scotland.

There had been an invasion scare in 1708 and a French fleet had actually got as far as the Firth of Forth before Admiral Byng and the Royal Navy drove it off. The most serious of all the Jacobite attempts to overthrow the government, however, came in 1715. It was led by a Scots lord, the Earl of Mar who had the unfortunate nickname of 'Bobbing John'. Mar had originally been an enthusiastic supporter of the Hanoverians, but when he was snubbed by the new king he took himself north and somewhere on the journey became a committed Jacobite. He raised the standard of the Stuarts on the Braes o' Mar and the Mackintoshes and the Macdonalds came to join him. Stirling was held for the government by the Duke of Argyll and in an attempt to take the rebellion into England, Mar sent Mackintosh of Borlum and 2,000 men across the River Forth, down through the Borders and into the northern counties of England. Borlum picked up some support along the way, notably Viscount Kenmure and his borderers, but the ordinary folk gave him no help and the people in England were downright hostile. Linking up with the Earl of Derwentwater and his English Catholics, the Jacobites attempted to invade Lancashire but were stopped at the town of Preston. For two days of bitter street fighting they battled a superior government army, but were finally forced to surrender.

Back in the north Mar was indecisive and unable to provide the passionate leadership that a call to rebellion requires. Early on, his men had occupied Perth and Inverness but no French warships bearing the 'rightful king', gold or weapons had come to his aid. In October after sending Borlum on his melancholy mission to defeat at Preston, Mar came down from the Highlands and in the shadow of the Ochil Hills, not far from the town of Dunblane, his men met the Duke of Argyll in open battle on the field of Sheriffmuir. Mar's army was twice as large as his opponent's and on the right of the Jacobite line the Macdonalds broke the government infantry and the horse behind them. On the left, however, Argyll's men did much the same and like some great bloody rotating wheel the battle was fought out indecisively. It was not a fight that either could claim a victory (though both did) and at the end of the day Mar retreated to Perth and Argyll still held Stirling and the roads to the south. The battle had been fought on that same Sunday that saw Borlum surrender at Preston.

Just before Christmas James II's son, who had styled himself James III since his father's death in 1701 and whose reputation has labored under history's title of 'the Old Pretender', finally landed at Stonehaven in the north-east of Scotland. He was a cold man and did little to inspire those few who had stayed loyal to Mar after Sheriffmuir. With winter raging, no French troops or supplies and Argyll marching north against him, on February 4th he and Mar took ship for France. Neither would ever see Scotland again.

The government was not as vicious in their pacification as they would be after the next great rising and only two of the leaders, Derwentwater and Kenmure, were beheaded. A series of roads were built into the Highlands by General Wade and a string of forts constructed down the line of the Great Glen. The clans were ordered to disarm but they handed in only old and rusty weapons, hiding the best for later use. That would come almost thirty years later and would be led by the Old Pretender's dashing young son - Bonnie Prince Charlie.

The Rising of 1745

In July 1745, the son of the Old Pretender came to Scotland. He landed at Arisaig where the sands are that beautifully white color that graces so many north-western Scottish beaches. He came with almost nothing save seven companions, a little French gold and a few French weapons. He was young, healthy, handsome and bewitchingly charming. Nobody had wanted him to come; not his father, not Louis XV of France, not even the clansmen who would provide the bulk of his army. By 1745 only an old or middle-aged man could remember the 1715 rising and most of the men driven into exile by its failure had died old and embittered in squalid garret rooms in France, mocked by their hosts and forgotten by their countrymen.

At least the prince had come before the rebellion began, and not like his father after it had failed. His name was Charles Edward Stuart, the Young Pretender, known forever to history as Bonnie Prince Charlie. He raised his standard at Glenfinnan, at the head of Loch Shiel. The first to come to him were the Camerons led by their chief the 'gentle' Lochiel. Though gentle may have been the name men gave him, he was not slow to burn the cottages of those of his clan reluctant to come out in arms. He was, after all, the chief and his men were bound to him by laws ancient and abominable. Others came; Macdonalds, Frasers, Stewarts, Farquharsons, men of Clan Chattan, Athollmen bearing the name Murray, MacLachlans and many more, including the Forsyths. Perhaps the intelligence that the government was again raising the Campbells to fight against the Jacobites was more of a spur to participation than any supposed loyalty to the House of Stuart. The Campbells had many enemies amongst the clans and there were many old scores to be settled.

In September Charles came down through the Stirling Plain and by the saltworks of Prestonpans. His wild clansmen, under the command of the able Lord George Murray, routed Sir John Cope and the only government army in Scotland in a battle that lasted barely 20 minutes. The Jacobites occupied Edinburgh, though the castle held out for the government. Charles danced nightly in the Palace of Holyrood where his forebears had spent their leisure hours as princes of Scotland in fact not just in name. Five long weeks he tarried and this more than anything else probably doomed his cause. By the time he crossed the River Esk into England on November 8th, the government had been able to recall veteran troops from Flanders and prepare itself for the onslaught of the clans.

Advancing by way of Carlisle and Manchester, the Jacobites found almost no support except for a few foolish Lancashire lads who were formed into the Manchester Regiment. The winter began to close in and the clansmen became less enthusiastic the further they strayed from their home mountains. By the time the army reached Derby, its furthest penetration south and barely a hundred miles from London, the situation looked bleak. General Wade commanded a government army at Newcastle in the rear of the rebels, the Duke of Cumberland another just the over the Pennines and a third army was assembling on Finchley Common for the defense of the capital itself. Each of these forces outnumbered the Jacobite army that was now down to less than 5,000 men. Charles argued for pushing on but it was no use, all of his commanders counseled retreat.

And so began the painful march north. The Manchester Regiment were left to hold Carlisle but they were soon taken and either hanged or transported to the colonies by a vengeful government with no wish to repeat the leniency it had shown after the 1715 Revolt.

Back in Scotland the Jacobite army increased in size to about 8,000 men and attempted to take Stirling Castle. An army under Hawley, a foul-mouthed, martinet leader of dragoons, came up to raise the siege, and at Falkirk, not far from where Wallace had been defeated by Edward I, another furious charge of Highland men scattered another government force to the winds. Despite this victory, the Jacobite army was hungry and clansmen began to desert in large numbers. Cumberland was approaching with a large well provisioned army and once more the Jacobites retreated, this time to Inverness. Cumberland was not far behind. He finally caught up with them on April 15th, his birthday, and as his men drank to his health in their camp at Nairn, the Duke and his officers prepared for the battle all knew would come the next day.

When the Jacobite army lined up on Drumossie Moor on 16th April 1746, their stomachs were empty, they were exhausted from their night march the failure of which had undermined their already fragile morale, and they were heavily outnumbered, almost two to one.

On the right of the Jacobite line stood the Athollmen. This place of honor had been given them at the request of their leader Lord George Murray. To their left were the Appin Stewarts and then the Frasers. Next came Clan Chattan and the Farquharsons, followed by a regiment consisting of men of mixed clans, Roy Stewart's regiment and finally on the left the Macdonalds. Ever since Bannockburn the Macdonalds had claimed the right of the Scottish line as their own, and this morning they were still bitter at losing their place to Lord George Murray's Athollmen. There was a second line but the fury of the charge was such that the first line was the more important. In the second line were the Irish and Scots soldiers of the French king, the Ogilvies, the Duke of Perth's regiment, Lord Gordon's men and assorted units of horse.

The government's first line consisted of Pulteney's regiment on the right facing the Macdonalds, then the Royals, Cholmondley's, Price's, the Fusiliers, Munro's and Barrel's on the left. It was common in those days for regiments to be named after their commander. The second line consisted of (from right to left) Battereau's, Howard's, Fleming's, Conway's, Bligh's, Sempill's and Wolfe's. Two battalions were held in reserve.

At the southern end of the field, between the armies and the water of the River Nairn, were two enclosures bound by a stone wall. This wall, almost the height of a man, stretched from the extreme left of the first government line to the rear of the right flank of the second Jacobite line. It was a terrible oversight on the part of the Jacobites to have left the wall standing. The failure to have the wall pulled down would have a dramatic effect on the action that followed.

The battle began with a shot from a Jacobite gun probably trying to hit Lord Bury, a government officer who had ridden out to make a last reconnaissance of the field. The shot was unsuccessful and now the government guns opened up in reply. The Jacobite guns were few, short on ammunition, and manned by inexperienced or poorly trained men. The government artillery was just the opposite, and within ten or fifteen minutes, all the rebel guns had been silenced. Soon the government roundshot were tearing into the tightly packed ranks of clansmen waiting for the order to charge. No order came and the men stood in impotent fury as their ranks were thinned again and again by the enemy cannonballs.

To have restrained the clans in their desire to charge was foolishness of the highest degree. It can only be explained by the lunacy of Prince Charlie in taking personal command of the army on that day. Never before had he commanded troops in battle and the victories of Prestonpans and Falkirk that had struck such terror into the redcoats were the work of Lord George Murray, an able soldier and one who knew his men like no other. Prince Charles' assumption of command was the result of vanity perhaps, more probably idiocy, and a total inability to understand the circumstances of the fight that was most certainly to be fought. It was a disaster. Charles chose the field himself - a mistake. He listened to the hysterical rantings of his Quartermaster General, the Irish O'Sullivan - a greater mistake. He held back his men in the face of a killing cannonade - perhaps the greatest mistake.

Eventually, the men went themselves. Clan Chattan were the first to go forward. Punished by the government guns, their discipline broke and they surged towards the enemy yelling "Claymore!", the order to charge. The tunes of the pipers rent the air until closing with the enemy line, the pipers gave their pipes to an apprentice, pulled out their swords and rushed forward with the other men of their name. The Jacobite line was not exactly parallel to the government one, but set at a slightly oblique angle. As such the clansmen charged with a slight slant to their left. In the middle of the field the Camerons and Appin Stewarts bumped into Clan Chattan and seemed to recoil off to the right. This pushed the Athollmen towards the stone wall.

Earlier, Campbell Militiamen and a force of dragoons had entered the enclosures on the left of the government line. They had gone forward and torn down the wall at the western end, almost in the rear of the Jacobite position. Here they found a deep sunken road they were unable to cross and Jacobite horse on the other side ready to dispute their passage. The outflanking maneuver by the dragoons failed but the Campbell Militia now lined the stone wall and were in enfilade - that most dangerous of positions to an attacker where his flank is exposed to the fire of enemy troops. The Duke of Cumberland was not a great soldier but he was careful and more cognizant of military necessity than his distant cousin on the other side of the field. He ordered Wolfe's regiment to march forward, and place their backs against the stone wall and thus form an 'L-shape' with Barrell's regiment. It was a trap that the Athollmen could neither see (with all the smoke of battle) nor counter, but one that they had to enter if they were to come to grips with the redcoats.

As Clan Chattan neared the government line the redcoats began to fire. Along the line the front ranks of each battalion knelt, brought up their Brown Bess muskets and fired. Stepping aside and to the back and kneeling down to reload, they made way for the second rank to fire; then the third rank, and once more the first rank. Soon the soldiers’ faces were stained by the powder from the cartridges which they had to bite open in order to reload. The government fire rolled along the seven battalions in the first government line again and again and as the artillery had switched from roundshot to grapeshot (nails, pieces of iron and such). The effect on the charging clansmen was brutal. There were twenty-one officers in Clan Chattan when the charge began and eighteen of them were to die, most before they reached the government line. Incredibly though, some of them managed to cut their way through the ranks of Cholmondley's battalion and came up on the second line of government troops. Fighting singly, their hopeless fury ended on the points of government bayonets driven home by the men of Howard's or Fleming's.

On the right of the Jacobite line the Athollmen, the Appin Stewarts, the Camerons and Frasers rushed towards the battalions of Barrell's and Munro's. Barrell's men had fought at Falkirk and had been one of the few battalions not to run away. Having successfully held a Highland charge before, they were confident they could do it again. It was a great misfortune indeed that the most powerful section of the charge, and the part with the least distance to cross should be faced with a battalion sure of itself and with less fear than most. The Athollmen never reached the government line. From behind the shelter of the stone wall, the Campbell Militia poured fire into the flank of the Athollmen. Running past that threat they then passed in front of Wolfe's battalion and again were savaged by flanking fire this time much more intense and deadly. The Athollmen fell back.

The Frasers were halted by grapeshot and musketry but the Camerons and Appin Stewarts crashed into the men of Munro's and Barrell's. The ranks of the clansmen had been severely reduced by the time the clash came, and though the fight was long and bloody both battalions held. Some parts of Barrell's fell back in the face of the killing broadswords but they did not break. They simply retired a few yards and formed up on Sempill's battalion behind them and continued the fight. Lord George Murray tried to bring up elements of the second Jacobite line but it was impossible to advance through the now retreating Camerons and Stewarts. Just at that moment, the Campbells again popped up from behind the stone wall, fired four volleys, and then clutching their broadswords, charged into the dazed bands of retiring Jacobites.

The Macdonalds on the left of the Jacobite line went forward when they heard Clan Chattan charge. They had, however, a greater distance to cross and the ground was broken and uneven in front of them. Again the grapeshot and musketry had a terrible effect and maybe one third of the Macdonalds had fallen before they were a hundred paces from the redcoats. Their charge was not one single advance but more a series of rushes. They ran forward, stopped, fired their muskets and pistols and went forward again. In front of the government line, they stopped again and fell back, a simple feint intended to draw the government infantry after them in pursuit. It didn't work, and standing in front of the redcoat line, they were easy targets and cut down in great numbers, much to the amusement of government officers. By this time the Jacobite right had already begun to retire and when redcoated cavalry in the shape of Kingston's horse came up round the right of the government line and threatened the Macdonalds on their left flank, the clansmen broke and ran. Highlanders had always had a great fear of mounted men in large numbers and the Macdonald retreat became a panicked rout. The battle was not quite over yet but at that moment when the clansmen turned their backs on the government line and started to drift or run away, Jacobitism was a threat no longer to the Hanoverian dynasty and a chapter of British history came to an end.

The battle continued though and Walter Stapleton, commander of the Scots and Irish soldiers in the service of the King of France and now standing on the left of the second Jacobite line, saw the Macdonalds break and start to run. He must have known then that the battle was lost but still he determined to try and prevent it becoming a rout. His men opened their ranks to let the fleeing Macdonalds pass through them and then reformed to meet the pursuing English horse. The redcoated cavalry was held and the Scots-Irish infantry began a slow retreat. Seven times they turned and faced their pursuers and each time successfully blunted the attack. On the left of the Jacobite line, the 500 dragoons in the enclosures finally crossed the sunken road and into the rear of the Jacobite position. Here they were faced by about sixty men of Fitzjames Horse and a handful of foot under Gordon of Avochie who even against such great odds managed to slow the dragoons attack. The English horse under Henry Hawley, who had lost the battle of Falkirk, seemed disinclined to press their attack with much courage though they were to prove enthusiastic butchers of wounded Jacobites when the battle was over. There can be no doubt that many clansmen's lives were saved by these determined rearguard actions at either end of the Jacobite line. Walter Stapleton was terribly wounded in the attack by Kingston's horse and died some weeks later. When his men finally surrendered later that morning he appealed directly to Cumberland for quarter for his men. This was granted as they were soldiers of a foreign king, and as such, not rebels against King George. There was to be no quarter for the clansmen.

Barely an hour had passed since the opening of the battle when finally the redcoats were ordered to stop firing and rest their muskets. The cannon ceased fire soon after. Cumberland rode before his men in triumph praising their courage and no doubt savoring their cheers of "Billy, Billy." Then the government line moved forward and took formal possession of the field of battle. It was over; the battle, the rising of 1745 and the Stuart claim to the British throne.

A surgeon in the government army made a personal count of the Jacobite dead on the field and reckoned the number to be around 750. This is certainly a low estimate as many had crawled off to die elsewhere. Higher estimates put the number of rebel dead at 2,000, and if this is so, it represents almost a half of those who had stood for Prince Charlie on that day. A more probable figure would be somewhere in the region of 1,500. According to figures later published by the government, only fifty of Cumberland's men had been killed and another 259 wounded. It was the last battle to be fought on the soil of mainland Britain.

The government's retribution for a half century of bloody rebellion began almost before the smoke of battle had cleared from the field. Wounded clansmen, with the terrible injuries that grapeshot and musket balls at close range can induce, littered Drummossie Moor. Cumberland ordered that no quarter was to be shown to those who had entered into a treasonous adventure against the king and presently the bayonets of the redcoats finished the work begun by the artillery and musketry of the government line. There is little honor in the slaying of wounded, helpless men and a young James Wolfe, the later conqueror of Quebec, refused to participate. Most of his comrades in arms took to the task with gusto. The field was methodically searched and any Jacobites found were dispatched with bayonet, sword or pistol. More than 150 men were executed this way. In one farmhouse outbuilding were found 32 wounded Jacobites and the government troops locked the doors, set fire to the building and burned them all alive. The road to Inverness along which the broken Jacobites had fled could be followed by the scores of corpses that lined its way. Cumberland's cavalry had eagerly pursued their foes and ridden down those not fast enough to escape. There were many women and children among the corpses for neither age nor sex was a protection against the vengeful fury of the government army.

It was just the beginning. In the following weeks and months, a redcoated reign of terror swept through the Highland glens, officially searching for rebels, but in reality one vast great wave of murder, rape and pillage. When it was over the clan system would be gone forever.

The chiefs who had come out for the Young Pretender were attainted for treason and their lands declared forfeit to the crown. Some of them went to the headsman's block. The heritable jurisdictions, the legal basis for a chief's power over his clan were abolished and as some clans had fought for the government, the chiefs of these were given compensation. No longer was the word of a chief law in his glen. With the building of more roads and forts the penetration of southern commerce, law and order overlaid the old ways of the mountains and finally subdued them.

The carrying of arms was banned by the government, and breaking of the ban was punishable by death. Likewise the wearing of the plaid, kilt or any kind of tartan and even the playing of bagpipes were made illegal. The Highlanders threw away their weapons, dyed their plaids and sewed them up into poor renderings of trousers. To be a warrior and wear the cloth of his fathers was now open only to these young men who joined the Highland regiments that were raised for the service of the crown overseas. Many did and the martial story of the Highlands did not die at Culloden, but was changed in form and location. From the Heights of Abraham by Quebec to the relief of Lucknow in India; from the field of Waterloo in Belgium to the valley of the Alma in the Crimea; Highland regiments were always in the forefront of Britain's military triumphs.

The Young Pretender himself escaped from the battle of Culloden and spent five months wandering the Highlands while the redcoats searched for him. The astonishing sum of 30,000 pounds was offered for his capture, but no-one betrayed him. Many men paid for their silence with their lives. He was spirited away to the Isle of Skye by Flora Macdonald and she paid for her assistance by imprisonment in an English gaol. Finally, from the same beach where he was landed, he was picked up by a French warship and taken to the safety of France. He died in exile in Rome and by then he was no longer the dashing hero of legend and song, but a dissolute drunk.

Of all the many songs celebrating or lamenting the Jacobite risings, perhaps the most poignantly beautiful is the Skye Boat Song. This Scottish folk song is about the escape of Bonnie Prince Charlie, over the sea to Skye, after his defeat at Culloden. The author of this song, often used as a lullaby, is unknown.

Skye Boat Song