Introduction
As
a teacher we are told to prepare our students for jobs that have not
been invented yet. After all, who would have imagined twenty years ago,
that you could be an app designer? But in 2014 there were indeed over
1.3 million apps available for android devices made by them. Yet, as new
jobs and occupations develop, others become obsolete. Framework
knitter, lath render, whitesmith, nailer, and the rather gloriously
named slubber doffer are among the more unusual and archaic occupations
that I have found on censuses during my research. But the one that has
currently caught my attention is that of mole catcher.
Now we all know what a mole catcher is – it’s someone who catches moles – but I was keen to find out a bit more about what this entailed in the 1800s. I cannot pretend that the research is original but what I have found out fits very nicely with my genealogical research into this branch of Levi’s family and has made curious reading.
Now we all know what a mole catcher is – it’s someone who catches moles – but I was keen to find out a bit more about what this entailed in the 1800s. I cannot pretend that the research is original but what I have found out fits very nicely with my genealogical research into this branch of Levi’s family and has made curious reading.
The Hedges Family of Kingsclere
The
branch of the family that I will be looking at were called the Hedges.
Levi’s great great grandmother was Ada Ellen Hedges (b. 1865, Wolverton,
Hampshire) and it is her brothers, father, grandfather and cousins that
will be the focus of this post.
It can get a wee bit confusing, and though my research into this side of the family is currently ongoing I have managed to put together a rudimentary family tree below. The family is very extensive so I have only included my mole catchers within (with the exception of Ada Ellen herself). Hopefully it should provide a useful point of reference here.
It can get a wee bit confusing, and though my research into this side of the family is currently ongoing I have managed to put together a rudimentary family tree below. The family is very extensive so I have only included my mole catchers within (with the exception of Ada Ellen herself). Hopefully it should provide a useful point of reference here.
The
Hedges family in the late eighteenth and nineteenth centuries were
based in and around the little Hampshire market town of Kingsclere. In
1868 it was described as being of good size; located near the Downs in
the north of the county. The Hedges Family are generally to be found in
the surrounding villages, including Wolverton (1 ½ miles away),
Baughurst (5 miles away) and Tadley (6 miles away).
The surrounding area was well cultivated and used for growing barley. There were abundant surrounding woodlands and the extensive common there was enclosed in 1842. Moles in this period were seen as a serious pest - their burrowing disturbed the new enclosure fences – and so it is in this context that the Hedges Family were operating in what was seen as a rather lucrative trade.
The surrounding area was well cultivated and used for growing barley. There were abundant surrounding woodlands and the extensive common there was enclosed in 1842. Moles in this period were seen as a serious pest - their burrowing disturbed the new enclosure fences – and so it is in this context that the Hedges Family were operating in what was seen as a rather lucrative trade.
Mole catching – A Lucrative Trade
The first thing I
found out about mole catching was that it was a trade that was mostly
passed down in families with fathers passing onto their sons the tricks
of the trade. This is also the case in Levi’s family where the census
shows at different points, at least three generations of mole catchers.
Census Returns 1841-1901
1841 – John Hedges (aged 50) – mole catcher
1851 – His son Charles Hedges (aged 24) – mole catcher and lath cleaver
1871 – Charles Hedges lath cleaver and mole catcher (aged 44), his sons William (aged 16) and John (aged 14) are also down as mole catchers on the census
1891 – Charles Hedges (aged 64) mole catcher
1901 – Charles Hedges (aged 74) mole catcher
Census Returns 1841-1901
1841 – John Hedges (aged 50) – mole catcher
1851 – His son Charles Hedges (aged 24) – mole catcher and lath cleaver
1871 – Charles Hedges lath cleaver and mole catcher (aged 44), his sons William (aged 16) and John (aged 14) are also down as mole catchers on the census
1891 – Charles Hedges (aged 64) mole catcher
1901 – Charles Hedges (aged 74) mole catcher
There
also seem to be other mole catching members of the Hedges family in the
local area, including mole catchers Frederick Hedges and his nephew
William in the 1901 census. I have good reason to think them to be the
descendants of Charles’ uncle William (born c. 1794) and therefore
cousins to our branch of mole catching Hedges.
The second thing
I found out about mole catching, was that it was a skilled profession
that could be quite profitable. Beyond killing the moles for local
landowners and farmers, the mole catcher could sell the skins for
profit. Apparently, four million mole skins were imported to America
from England at one point, and a mole catcher in this period could make
around £50 per annum, a sum comparable to that of a school teacher at
the time. To advertise his profession, many mole catchers wore mole skin
coats, the front alone of which required the skins of around 100 moles –
thus it was a testament to the mole catcher’s skill (and great
advertising to boot). Even Queen Victoria hired a rat and mole catcher,
the famous Jack Black, who incidentally also bred fancy pet rats one of
which was owned by the author Beatrix Potter.
Lastly,
I found out that clay traps worked best for catching the moles, as they
retained less human scent than other traps. That said, wooden traps and
later steel traps were also common. The mole catcher would often
scratch his initials onto the traps to identify them as his own. For two
of the perils of the business were poachers and itinerant mole
catchers. The former stole the moles from the traps to sell the skins,
whilst the latter could undercut the fee charged by the parish mole
catcher and steal his work as he passed through.
Sadly,
with the increased usage of poisons like strychnine undermined the
traditional skills of the mole catchers by the later Victorian period –
they were cheaper and quicker to kill this way. It is clear that even by
the 1860s the mole catching profession was under some pressure, as the
Hedges family supplemented their mole catching trade with work as lath
renders or cleavers. It is no surprise, then, to see that in the third
generation of Levi’s branch of the Hedges family, John and William
Hedges did not maintain the profession into adulthood. William became a
working tradesman by 1881, whilst his brother John was first a ‘carrier’
(literally someone who delivers packages) before becoming a green
grocer in Henley, Oxon in 1901 and then finally a timber cleaner in
1911.
That said, some land owners still retained the old mole catchers into this period, as attested by the fact that the cousins in Tadley were still active mole catchers at the turn of the century (indeed Levi’s 2nd cousin, 5x removed, puts his profession down as mole catcher in the 1911 census).
That said, some land owners still retained the old mole catchers into this period, as attested by the fact that the cousins in Tadley were still active mole catchers at the turn of the century (indeed Levi’s 2nd cousin, 5x removed, puts his profession down as mole catcher in the 1911 census).
Final Note
Apparently,
mole catching as a profession has enjoyed a comeback in recent years,
since killing moles with strychnine was banned in 2006.
But to finish off this post, I have found a very lovely poem by John Clare from this period entitled simply
‘The Mole Catcher’:
Tattered and ragg'd, with greatcoat tied in strings,
And collared up to keep his chin from cold,
The old mole-catcher on his journey sings,
Followed by shaggy dog infirm and old,
Who potters on and keeps his steady pace;
He is so lame he scarce can get abroad,
But hopples on and growls at anything;
Yet silly sheep will scarcely leave the road.
With stick and spud he tries the new-made hills
And bears his cheating traps from place to place;
Full many are the miners that he kills.
His trotting dog oft looks him in the face;
And when his toils are done he tries to play
And finds a quicker pace and barks him on his way.
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