By far the most “picturesque” event of recent highland local history was the rally of Clan Cameron to the historic home of the Lochiels : Achnacarry in its green haven of peace between waters of Loch Arkaig and Loch Lochy. Despite the moderate press estimate of seven hundred, I understand from good authority – in fact, from the best possible! – that the muster numbered nearly one thousand souls who could claim the blood either of Clan Cameron or of one of its septs or else that cognate mystical “blood” of the marriage-tie. So they came by car, motor-cycle, push-bike and train: and the engine which drew the train was the “Loch Eil,” and the guard, the driver and the fireman were all of the clan. (One congratulates the L.N.E.R. on this very happy bit of imaginative action.) In short, it was a gathering to delight the heart of Donald Walter, twenty-fifth of Lochiel, and of all who bear a Highland name and treasure one particular spot in this fair land as the fons et origo of their race. As I say, a “picturesque” event: as such and little more will it have appeared to the Sassenach. But has it no other significance? For the town-bred, Lowland-dwelling Highlander, has it any meaning beyond an excursion and a junketing – a chance to see a fine house and historic treasures, to spend a day in the country under conditions so exceptional that they will form a reminiscence fit to be handed on to grandchildren as something “rich and rare”? And for the exile home from abroad, the pilgrim, the ancestor-worshipper: to him does such a gathering promise any reward other than a passionately-desired but transient ecstasy of a creed which, in the second generation, so often has decayed into mere sentimentality? * * * * * * Those of us who have been following for some months past odd remarks here and there in the press were not surprised that Lochiel at the rally made a pronouncement of great interest, economic as well as sentimental, to Clan Cameron. Referring to the wide stretch of “lands” round Achnacarry, possessed by his ancestors in the past, but lost and again to some extent recovered, he stressed the uncertainty of tenure in the future as far as his immediate family or descendants were concerned. (And let it be emphasized what a harrowing fear that must be to all who are in the position of Lochiel.) He then spoke of a scheme which, he said, had his warmest approval: that the Cameron “lands” should pass forever into the hands of the Clan, as represented by a trust: that, lose to the Lochiels, they might be found of the people whose ancestors had, in days long past, fought in order that that noble family might possess them. It is an interesting development, or rather evolution. Truly, the wheel has come full circle! Or has it? For the clansmen of old laid down their lives freely to gain for the clan what the chiefs took eventually for their own private possession. Now, in order to redeem the land for its original owners, the clansmen have to buy it back again. And that, as Lochiel remarked, will take a considerable amount of capital. Of course, one cannot expect it to be other than a business deal... but it does somehow take the gilt off the patriarchal gingerbread mentioned above! * * * * * * I have never been able to ascertain the truth of that
delightful legend which says that the Lochiel of the day, subject to some
penalty connected with the loss of land, must be able, on demand, to
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