Date:         Tue, 16 Jun 1992 22:18:00 EDT
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From: [M--L--L] at [WILMA.WHARTON.UPENN.EDU] (Loren J. Miller)
Subject:      Cannibal Family -- scenario fodder?

This venerable article has been posted on usenet newsgroups several
times, but I don't know who wrote it or where it was first posted.
If you can't think of a scenario based on this, you might as well give
up GMing.
 
 "The People Eaters"

 From time to time in the course of human history natural depravity plumbs
new depths--and not only during wars. The Sawney Beane case in the early
seventeenth century concerned a family that lived in a cave and chose
murder, cannibalism, and incest as its way of life. For twenty-five years
this family, rejecting all accepted standards of human behaviour and
morality, carried on a viscious guerilla war against humanity. Even a
medieval world accustomed to torture and violence was horrified.

 Because over the years a large family was ultimately inolved, most of whom
had been born and raised in fantastic conditions under which they accepted
such an existence as normal, taking their standars from the criminal
behaviour of their parents, the case raises some interesting legal and moral
issues. Retribution when it finally came was quick and merciless, but for
many of the forty-eight Beanes who were duly put to death it may have been
unjust.

  The case is simple enough, though scarcely credible, and has been well
authenticated. Sawney Beane was a Scot, born within a few miles of Edinburgh
in the reign of James VI of Scotland, who was also James I of England. His
father worked the land, and Sawney was no doubt brought up to follow the
same hard working but honourable career. But Sawney soon discovered that
honest work of any kind was not his natural metier. At a very early age he
began to exhibit what today would be regarded as delinquent traits. He was
lazy, cunning and viscious, and resentful of authority of any kind.

  As soon as he was old enough to look after himself he decided to leave
home and live on his wits. They were to serve him well for many years. He
took with him a young woman of an equally irresponsible and evil
disposition, and they went to set up "home" together on the Scottish coast
by Galloway.

  Home turned out to be a cave in a cliff by the sea, with a strip of yellow
sand as a forecourt when the tide was out. It was a gigantic cave,
penetrating more than a mile into the solid rock of the rather wild
hinterland, with many tortuous windings and side passages. A short way from
the entrance of the cave all was complete darkness. Twice a day at high
tide several hundred yards of the cave's entrance passage were flooded,
which formed a deterrent to intruders. In this dark damp hole they decided
to make their home. It seemed unlikely that they would ever be discovered.

  In practice, the cave proved to be a lair rather than a home, and from
this lair Sawney Beane launched a reign of terror which was to last for a
quarter of a century. It was Sawney's plan to live on the proceeds of
robbery, and it proved to be a simple enough matter to ambush travellers on
the lonely narrow roads connecting nearby villages. In order to ensure that
he could never be indentified and tracked down, Sawney made a point of
murdering his victims.

  His principle requirement was money with which he could buy food at the
villaige shops and markets, but he also stole jewellery, watches, clothing,
and any other articles of practical or potential value. He was shrewd enough
not to attempt to sell valuables which might be recognized; these were
simply stock-piled in the cave as unrealizeable assets.

  Although the stock-pile grew, the money gained from robbery and murder was
not sufficeint to maintain even the Sawney Beanes modest standard of living.
People in that wild part of Scotland were not in the habit of carrying a
great deal of money on their persons. Sawney's problem, as a committed
troglodyte, was how to obtain enough food when money was in short supply and
any attempt to sell stolen valuables taken from the murdered victims might
send him to the gallows. He chose the simple answer. Why waste the bodies of
the people he had killed? Why not eat them?

  This he and his wife proceeded to do. After an ambush on a nearby coastal
road he dragged the body back to the cave. There, deep in the Scottish
bedrock, in the pallid light of a tallow candle, he and his wife
disembowelled and dismembered his victim. The limbs and edible flesh were
dried, salted and pickled, and hung on improvised hooks around the walls of
the cave to start a larder of human meat on which they were to survive,
indeed thrive, for more than two decades. The bones were stacked in another
part of the cave system.

  Naturally, these abductions created intense alarm in the area. The
succession of murders had been terrifying enough, but the complete
disappearance of people travelling alone along the country roads was
demoralizing. Although determined efforts were made to find the bodies of
the victims and their killer, Sawney was never discovered. The cave was too
deep and complex for facile exploration. Nobody suspected that the unseen
marauder of Galloway could possibly live in a cave which twice a day was
flooded with water. And nobody imagined for a moment that the missing people
were, in fact, being eaten.

  The Sawney way of life settled down into a pattern. His wife began to
produce children, who were brought up in the cave. The family were by no
means confined to the cave. Now that the food problem had been
satisfactorily solved, the money stolen from victims could be used to buy
other essentials. From time to time they were able to venture cautiously and
discreetly into nearby towns and villages on shopping expeditions. At no
time did they arouse suspicion. In themselves they were unremarkable people,
as in the case with most murderers, and they were never challenged or
identified.

  On the desolate foreshore in front of the cave the children of the Beane
family no doubt saw the light of day, and played and excercised and built up
their strength while father or mother kept a look-out for
intruders--perhaps as potential fodder for the larder.

  The killings and cannibalism became habit. It was survival, it was normal,
it was a job. Under these incredible conditions Sawney and his wife produced
a family of fourteen children, and as they grew up the children in turn, by
incest, produced a second generation of eight grandsons and fourteen
grandaughters. In such a manner must the earliest cavemen have existed and
reproduced their kind, though even they did not eat each other.

  It is astonishing that with so many children and, eventually, adolescents
milling around in and close to the cave somebody did not observe this
strange phenomenon and investigate. The chances are that they did, from time
to time--that they investigated too closely and were murdered and eaten. The
Sawney children were no doubt brought up to regard other humans as food.

  The young Sawneys received no education, except in the arts of primitive
speech, murder and cannibal cuisine. They developed as a self-contained
expanding colony of beasts of prey, with their communal appetite growing
ever bigger and more insatiable. As the children became adults they were
encouraged to join in the kidnappings and killings. The Sawney gang swelled
its ranks to a formidable size. Murder and abduction became refined by years
of skill and experience to a science, if not an art.

  Despite the alarming increase in the number of Sawney mouths which had to
be fed, the family were seldom short of human flesh in the larder.
Sometimes, having too much food in store, they were obliged to discard
portions of it as putrefaction set in despite the salting and pickling.
Thus it happened that from time to time at remote distances from the cave,
in open country or washed up on the beach, curiously preserved but decaying
human remains would be discovered. Since these grisly objects consisted of
severed limbs and lumps of dried flesh, they were never identified, nor was
it possible to estimate when death had taken place, but it soon became
obvious to authority that they were connected with the long list of missing
people. And authority, at first disbelieving, began to realize with
gathering the nature of what was happening. Murder and dismemberment were
one thing, but the salting and pickling of human flesh impled something far
more sinister.

  The efforts made to trace the missing persons and hunt down their killers
resulted in some unfortunate arrests and executions of innocent people whose
only crime was that they had been the last to see the victim before his,
or her, disappearance. The Sawney family, securing in their cave, remained
unsuspected and undiscovered.

 Years went by. The family grew older and bigger and more hungry. The
programme of abduction and murder was organized on a more ambitious scale.
It was simly a matter of supply and demand--the logistics of a troglodyte
operation. Sometimes as many as six men and women would be ambushed and
killed at at time by a dozen or more Sawney's. Their bodies were always
dragged back to the cave to be prepared by the women for the larder.

  It seems strange that nobody ever escaped to provide the slightest clue to
identify the domicile of his attackers, but the Sawney's conducted their
ambushes like military operations, with "guards" concealed by the road at
either side of the main centre of attack to cut down any quarry that had the
temerity to run for it. This "three-pronged" operation proved effective;
there were no survivors. And although mass-searches were carried out to
locate the perpetrators of these massacres, nobody ever thought of searching
the deep cave. It was passed by on many occasions.

  Such a situation could not continue indefinitely, however. Inevitably
there had to be a mistake--just one clumsy mistake that would deliver the
Sawney Beane family to the wrath and vengance of outraged society. The
mistake, when it happened, was simple enough--the surprising thing was that
it had not happened earlier. For the first time in 25 years the Sawney's,
through bad judgement and bad timing, allowed themselves to be outnumbered,
though even that was not the end of the matter. Retribution when it finally
came was in the grand manner, with the King himself talking part in the end
game--the pursuit and annihilation of the Sawney Beane tribe.

  It happened this way. One night a pack of the Sawney Beanes attacked a man
and his wife who were returning on horse-back from a nearby fair. They
seized the woman first, and while they were still struggling to dismount the
man had her stripped and disembowelled, ready to be dragged off to the cave.
The husband, driven beserk by the swift atrocity and realizing that he was
hopelessly outnumbered by utterly ruthless fiends, fought desperately to
escape. In the vicious engagement some of the Sawney's were trampled
underfoot.

  But he, too, would have been taken and murdered had not a group of other
riders, some twenty or more, also returning from the fair, arrived
unexpected on the scene. For the first time the Sawney Beanes found
themselves at a disadvantage, and discovered that courage was not their most
prominent virtue. After a brief violent skirmish they abandoned the fight
and scurried like rats back to their cave, leaving the mutilated body of the
woman behind, and a score of witnesses. The incident was to be the Sawney's
first and last serious error of tactics and policy.

  The man, the only one on record known to have escaped from a Sawney
ambush, was taken to the Chief Magistrate of Glasgow to describe his
harrowing experience. This evidence was the break through for which the
magistrate had been waiting for a long time. The long catalogue of missing
people and pickled human remains seemed to be reaching its final page and
denouement; a gang of men and youths were involved, and had been involved for
years, and they had to be tracked down. They obviously lived locally, in the
Galloway area, and past discoveries suggested that they were cannibals. THe
disembowelled woman proved the point, if proof were needed.

  The matter was so serious that the Chief Magistrate communicated directly
with King James VI and the King apparently took an equally serious view, for
when he went in person to Galloway with a small army of four hundred armed
men and a host of tracker dogs, the Sawney Beanes were in trouble.

  The King, with his officers and retinue, and the assistance of local
volunteers, set out systematically on one of the biggest manhunts in
history. They explored the entire Galloway countryside and coast--and
discovered nothing. When patrolling the shore they would have walked past
the partly waterlogged cave itself had not the dogs, scenting the faint
odour of death and decay, started baying and howling and trying to splash
their way into the dark interior.

  This seemed to be it. The pursuers took no chances. They knew they were
dealing with vicious, ruthless men who had been in the murder business for a
long time. With flaming torches to provide a flickering light, and swords at
the ready, they advanced cautiously but methodically along the narrow
twisting passenges of the cave. In due course they reached the charnel house
at the end of the the mile-deep cave that was the home and operational base
of the Sawney Beane cannibals.

  A dreadful sight greeted their eyes. Along the damp walls of the cave
human limbs and cuts of bodies, male and female, were hung in rows like
carcasses of meat in a butcher's cold room. Elsewhere they found bundles of
clothing and piles of valuables, including watches, rings and jewellery. In
an adjoining cavern there was a heap of bones collected over some twenty
five years.

  The entire Sawney Beane family, all forty-eight of them, were in
residence; they were lying low, knowing that an army four hundred strong was
on their tail. There was a fight, but for the Sawney's there was  literally
no escape. The exit from the cave was blocked with armed men who meant
business. They were trapped and duly arrested. With the King himself still
in attendance they were marched to Edinburgh--but not for trial. Cannibals
such as the Sawneys did not merit the civlized amenities of judge and jury.
The prisoners numbered twenty seven men and twenty one women of which all
but two, the original parents, had been convceived and brought up as
cave-dwellers, raised from childhood on human flesh, and taught that robbery
and murder were the normal way of life. For this wretched incestuous horde
of Scottish cannibals there was to be no mercy, and no pretence of justice
if every any one of them merited justice.

  The Sawney Beanes of both sexes were condemned to death in an arbitrary
fashion because their crimes over a generation of years were adjudged to be
so infamous and offensive as to preclude the normal process of law, evidence
and jurisdiction. They were outcasts of society and had no rights, even the
youngest and most innocent of them.

  All were executed the following day, in accordance with the conventions
and procedures of the age. The men were dismembered, just as they had
dismembered their victims. Their arms and legs were cut off while they were
still alive and conscious, and they were left to bleed to death, watched by
their women. And then the women were burned like witches in great fires.

  At not time did any one of them express remorse or repentance. But, on the
other hand, it must be remembered that the children and grandchildren of
Sawney Beane and his wife had been brought up to accept the cave dwelling
cannibalistic life as normal. They had known no other life, and in a very
real sense they had been well and truly "brain-washed", in modern
terminology. They were isolated from society, and their moral and ethical
standards were those of Sawney Beane himself. He was the father figure and
mentor in a small tightly integrated community. They were trained to regard
murder and cannibalism as right and normal, and they saw no wrong in it.

  It poses the question as to how much of morality is the product of the
environment and training, and ho wmuch is (or should be) due to some
instinctive but indefinable inner voice of, perhaps, conscience. Did the
young members of the Beane clan know that what they were doing was wrong?

  Whether they knew or not, they paid the supreme penalty just the same.
 
whoah,
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Loren Miller                internet: [M--L--L] at [wharton.upenn.edu]
The more corrupt the government, the greater the number of laws
                                                     -- Tacitus