From Alan Temperley's Tales of Galloway
Jim Carroll

SAWNEY BEAN
Sawney Bean was the son of an East Lothian hedger and ditcher, born in the early fifteenth century, during the restless reign of King James I. He was from the start a wastrel, and his father's industrious manners being uncongenial to him, he left home and began wandering the countryside. He was a brute, a young man completely lacking in moral sense and apparently with a psychopathic instinct. Soon, with a woman whose character was as vicious as his own, he had established himself as a robber, and then a cannibal, in a cave on the western shore of Galloway.
At that time the greater part of the Scottish population lived in clachans and small villages scattered thinly among the mountains and rough wilderness, and somewhat more densely throughout the regions of good agriculture. Pockets of habitation sprang up, others were abandoned, the houses crumbled into earth and soon vanished beneath the long grass, whin thickets and birch copses that extended for miles in every direction. They were troubled times, and whilst the local forces kept order as they could, much of the country was remote, the roads were little better than potholed tracks, authority was largely centralised at a considerable distance, and in any case the court itself was in a state of great unrest. Many of the great Highland chiefs were executed in Inverness: ultimately the king himself was assassinated at Perth. The local landowners kept order among the poorer people as they were able, but whole tracts of land were beyond their jurisdiction and control, and there the footpads and lawless brigands did pretty much as they pleased.
In such a place, a lonely shore not far from the western road, Sawney Bean and his loving, fertile spouse settled down. They had a living family of fourteen, eight sons and six daughters; and from an early age, incestuously, eighteen grandsons and fourteen granddaughters. Never did they mingle with other society, but were entirely sufficient unto themselves. In fact they lived like animals, by tooth and claw, and that seems the best way to visualise and understand them. For they lived greatly on human flesh, setting ambushes for single people and even small parties on the lonely tracks and roads of the district. Realising something of what would happen to them if they were caught, they were very careful, setting additional members of the family to either side of the spot where the ambush and slaughter were to take place, so that any victim escaping from the first assault would be caught and dragged down before he had gone many yards.
For a quarter of a century they inhabited the cave, and no-one ever escaped. Neither was any trace found. A poor workman, or a lady on horseback accompanied by servants, set out on a journey and did not arrive at their destination — that was all.
It is not quite accurate to say that nothing was ever seen again, for though the murderers grew to a family of considerable size, and there were many young stomachs to be filled, there were often some bits of their victims that were not eaten or wanted, and these were thrown into the sea at a good distance from the cave. Occasionally they were washed up further along the coast, causing great horror and speculation. Searches were carried out, but in that wild and waste land nothing was ever discovered.
For years it continued, and so great at length became the popular outcry that it reached the ears of the court far away in Edinburgh. Spies and investigators were sent into the south-west to find out the truth. The best they could discover was that people had sometimes stayed at inns on their travels, and in a number of instances the land¬lords were so trapped by circumstantial evidence concerning missing travellers that they were arrested and put to death. Travellers also were executed, on the flimsiest of evidence, they, like the innkeepers, protesting their innocence to the very end. But the authorities were determined that the outrages must cease, and hoped, by a ruthless repression, either to destroy those guilty or so frighten them that they would cease their activities. The only effect, however, was to scare away a lot of the innkeepers, so that there was nowhere for travellers to stay, and consequently fewer people came to the district. Cut off, to a large extent, and doubly frightened, many families moved to other areas. But still men and women continued to vanish. A number of the king's spies, searching the countryside, were never seen again.
As Sawney's family grew in size and strength, occasionally a group as large as five or six would disappear on the road — though they would never tackle more than two if they were mounted. The cannibals were unable to eat as much as this, and whilst some was thrown into the sea, quantities of limbs were pickled in brine or hung to dry from the roof of the cave — legs and arms, haunches, neck joints, ribs and backs. Though they did not bother particularly with their dress, and the now some of the larger sea caves were just accessible, black above the rocks and lapping water, or sea-rippled sand. No-one, they thought, would inhabit any place so awful, and did not even bother to search them, but continued along the shore. By chance, however, two or three of the bloodhounds entered one of the caverns and set up a tumult of baying. Some of the king's party followed and entered the dripping dungeon. Ahead of them a grim, twisting tunnel retreated into black¬ness. Bloodhounds strained at their leashes, and those running free pressed on ahead into the darkness and would not come back. Their baying and yelping was deafening in the confined space. Filled with foreboding the men retreated to the entrance and sent for torches.
Holding the blazing brands aloft, with swords at the ready, the soldiers and bold spirits from King James's court advanced into the tunnel. The tide, they saw from barnacles and sea-wrack, ran into it for two hundred yards. They advanced further, beyond the weedy pools, and still further, by many labyrinthine twists and turnings, until it seemed they must have travelled a full mile underground. Then the cave ahead opened out into a chamber.
As the flickering light of their torches touched the rocky walls and shadowy recesses of the roof they stopped, horrified. For there the ghastly, gibbet-like larder of human limbs and parts hung drying on cords and ropes; and pickled in barrels of brine against the walls were the inner organs, hands and feet, and still more human flesh. Clothes, taken from their victims, lay strewn and piled in the corners, with mildewed scabbards and thigh boots, and a welter of rusting swords and muskets. A rocky shelf nearby was piled high with glinting coin, and handfuls of other possessions, rings and watches and brooches, which fell in confusion to the ground. And beyond, where the tunnel resumed at the inner end of the chamber, were the first watchful, crouching, silent members of Sawney Bean's family.
After desperate fighting and pursuits, men and women acting like wild animals, the children writhing and struggling, biting and stabbing ferociously with bits of sharpened bone, the entire family was captured and bound. They numbered forty-eight. The king's men were appalled. The human remains were carried to the shore and buried in the sand. The valuable spoils were tumbled into sacks and money bags. Then, the cannibal family securely tied in single file, King James led his party inland, eastwards towards Edinburgh.
News of their progress went before them, and crowds gathered in the streets to see the cannibals pass through. They were not disappointed, for though they might be sullen, to the very last they acted like wild things.
In Edinburgh they were imprisoned in the Tolbooth. The following day, trial being considered unnecessary, they were taken to Leith and executed. Almost all died without showing the least sign of repentance, struggling and cursing their captors to the very end. The men were dismembered, their private parts, hands and feet being severed from their bodies so that they bled to death in a short time. The women, having been made witness of the men's fate, were burned alive in three fires.

FOOTNOTE
The first written account of Sawney Bean's family seems to have been a broadsheet dated about 1700. Interestingly, for the time, this claims that the king was James VI and I — remembered as the witch persecutor and rooter-out of evil. The key version, however, appeared in Historical and Traditionary Tales connected with the South of Scotland — better known as 'Nicholson's Tales' (1843). This sets the story two centuries earlier, in the suitably more remote reign of James I.
There is some disagreement, too, in the location of the cave. Several have been proposed, but that most commonly accepted is below Bennane Head, three miles to the north of Ballantrae — eight miles from the Wigtownshire border. Nicholson, however, describes it as 'a cave by the seaside on the shore of the county of Galloway', and since it is among the most famous of the local tales, it is included in this collection.