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local popularity of Sir Charles, then plain Mr. statesman must have pleasant recollections of his Tennant, and the well-known steadiness of his stay at the Glen. Though Sir Charles Tennant political principles brought him out victor with has practically retired from the political arena, a majority of 32. At the election of 1885, his the traditions of the family are not neglected, his majority was largely increased, and in June of son, Mr. H. J. Tennant, being M.P. for Berwickthat year, he was created a Baronet, an honour shire, while his daughter Margot is the wife of for which he had long been worthy. The the ex-Home Secretary, Mr. Asquith, a Election of 1886, when Mr. Gladstone's Home politician who, according to many, has a great Rule Bill was before the country, brought about future before him. a division among the Liberals of Peebles and In the commercial world Sir Charles Tennant Selkirk, where perfect unity was absolutely occupies a very high position, and were there necessary at any time, and the Conservatives such a thing as a Premiership in business casting in their lot with the Liberal Unionists, matters, we feel sure that his election to the post enabled the present Member, Mr. Thorburn, to would be a certainty. Combined with intuitive
enter Parliament as representative of the united counties.
While in Parliament, Sir Charles Tennant's constituents had no reason to complain of his non-attendance in the House, for he took an active part in the work of legislation, and was an intimate friend of Mr. Gladstone. This friendship resulted in the latter paying a visit to the Glen in 1892. There the hero of so many parliamentary fights gazed with pleasure upon the hills and valleys once familiar to his ancestors, for it is a well-known fact that Mr. Gladstone is descended from the Gledstanes of Peeblesshire. This memorable visit was made the occasion of much rejoicing in the district, and the veteran
perception, he has in a very marked degree that rapidity of decision which is so necessary in the man of business. A hard worker, full of energy and “go," he has done much to ennoble labour, and hasten the total extinction of the old world tradition that a business life isincompatible with high social rank.
Midst all the present day driftings to more ornate forms of worship, the subject of our sketch has remained true to his native Presbyterianism, and is often to be found worshipping in the old church of Traquair among the lairds, farmers and cottars who there assemble
“Frae mony a but and ben,
Owner of one of the loveliest spots in our dear shooting on the moor. Stumbling over a stone Borderland, he is “ leal to the Border" in every on the other side, he fell and was shot through sense of the word. One of the first Honorary the head by the accidental discharge of his own Presidents of the Glasgow Border Counties gun. Association, he has all along taken an interest The white and the grey horses, the supposed in the work of that important society, and has cause of the disaster, were hurried away from done much to further the aims and objects it has Chesters as fast as possible. Consigned to the in view, giving a handsome donation to the charge of a well-known horse-couper, named Leyden Bursary, founded in Glasgow University Davy Dawson, he was instructed to dispose of by the Association, and in many other ways them at once, and at any price he could get for encouraging those who are willing to spend and them. be spent in keeping alive the kindly feelings of Trotting the two beautiful animals up and the homeland amid the noise and turmoil of down the market at Melrose, they were very city life.
greatly admired, but nobody would bid for As Sir Charles Tennant is still with us and a them. They were, in fact, looked upon as distinct force in present day life, it is unnecessary “uncanny craturs” that would bring fresh for me to add much to this short sketch. Sorrow disaster upon anyone buying them. has been no stranger at the Glen, and several Just as the market was about over, a wellmembers of the family peacefully rest in the known jockey or dealer appeared upon the quiet aisle in Traquair Kirkyaird. On 21st scene. This was Canobie Dick, who, after January, 1895, Lady Tennant, the partner of his standing looking knowingly at the beautiful joys and sorrows, who had endeared herself to horses, carefully handling them, and seeing all, joined those gone before, and, in the touching them put through their paces round the marketwords of the late Principal Shairp
place, said“Wan a rest,
“Look here, Davy, name your price.” The lownest and the best,
“Saxty pund a piece."
Dick touched the offered thumb in token of
closing with the offer, and then the two worthies A LEGEND OF THE Eilsons.
went down to the Black Bull, where the bargain BY THE EDITOR.
was ratified, the money paid, and several gills of
strong unwatered whisky were disposed of. 'APTAIN JOHN RHYMER, the subject “It's dry work buyin' horses," remarked
of an old Border Ballad, was the Dick; "so, Davy, my man, ye'd better ca' in
only son of the Laird of Chesters Hall. another gill before I munt the galloway and His first and earliest playmate, Lady Nancy, was take the road wi' the beauties ower Bowden the only child of the neighbouring Earl of Leader- Muir.". dale. These two youthful lovers made“acompact Davy complied. them between" that when John Rhymer entered Ten minutes later Dick mounted his pony the army and rose to the rank of Captain, he and, leading the white horse on his right and was to return home and be married in his “red the grey on his left, set out for Hawick by way coat and sword.” The fate of his family, however, of Dingleton, Bowden Moor, and Lilliesleafovertook him.
the same route, but reversed, as that taken by There was an old legend or tradition that if any Sir William Deloraine in his famous moonlight of the Rhymers should ride a white or a grey ride from Branksome to Melrose Abbey. horse, he would never ride another. Disregard - It was moonlight, too, as Dick made the ing the tradition as an auld wife's winter tale, ascent of Bowden Moor with the Eildons on Captain John, on returning home after the his left. Just as he gained the summit, where, sudden death of his father, purchased two horses in the daytime, a glorious view of the Border at Melrose Fair-a white and a grey-and sent country can be had, a tall man of venerable them on to Chesters. Next day he rode them appearance met him and demanded what Dick both and declared they would make a couple was doing with these white and grey horses, of capital hunters. Consternation at Chesters! where he got them in a louder tone), and Magpies (or pyets) came out of the wood and where he was going with them in a voice that kept chattering evil omens as they sat on the seemed to shake the Eildon Hills as with garden wall! A few mornings after his daring reverberating thunder). ride, Captain John was climbing a fence while Dick, with the Black Bull whisky under his
belt, nothing daunted, replied that he had bought the horses at Melrose Fair, and that he was on his way to Hawick, where heintended to sell them—“A’ in the way o'business, if ye please.”
"Of whom did ye buy these white and grey horses?” asked the old man in a gentler tone.
“O' Davy Dawson, honest man."
“Weel-a-weel, stranger, I canna gie the history o'the white and the grey, puir things—a' that I can tell ye is that they were boucht by Captain John Rhymer—the first grey and white horses that were ever seen at Chesters."
“And they'll be the last,” replied the stranger, looking much displeased in the strange white moonlight, and putting great emphasis upon the words, “ They'll be the last.” Then calming down a little he asked Dick
“Will you sell the horses?"
"Done! Bring them along, if you have the courage to follow me.”
All undaunted, and calculating what a splendid profit he would have out of the transaction, Dick followed the stranger, who left the public road and took a straight cut across the moor among the heather. After walking for about ten minutes the party arrived at the foot of the steep hill which forms the central peak of the triple Eildons. Here Dick was directed to leave his pony, but to bring the white and grey horses. With great difficulty Dick scrambled up the precipitous side of the hill, which was covered with small, hard stones at that particular part instead of grass. The horses had still greater difficulty in keeping their footing among the sliding stones. Whether it was from the great physical exertion in getting up such a steep hill, or whether it was from some strange terror that seemed to be coming over the horses, cannot be known, but as Dick turned to look at the animals struggling up behind him he saw great beads of perspiration standing on their necks and shoulders. Then the perspiration broke, and as it ran off their bodies it glittered in the moonlight and gave the horses the most weird and unearthly appearance.
After a little more climbing, the stranger stopped opposite a great stone which lay like a door on the slope of the hill. “Now," said he to Dick, "give me the horses. Do you still feel that you have the courage to follow me? This stone shall open of itself if you care to enter the cavern."
"I'm no' gaun back now, after this weary fecht up the hill. I'll gang wi' ye.”
“All right," said the stranger. Then taking the halters he stroked each horse down the face, and said as he did so
White and grey, now go away,
Grey and white, be black as night. Instantly the two horses were changed in colour to coal-black, when the perspiration was at once checked, and Dick could see that their coats were beautiful and glossy as they were led into the cavern after the great stone had lifted itself and revealed the entrance hall of some wondrous subterranean palace.
Wonder upon wonder in the cavern! Passing through the arched door of the vestibule the roof rose to a great height--as high, Dick thought, as the loftiest peak of the Eildons. What were his astonishment and amazement to see on both sides of him, as he followed his guide with the horses, now no longer grey and white, but black, a long, long line of stable stalls, in each of which stood a coal black steed most richly caparisoned, but all as silent and still as if they were carved out of black marble. Beside each horse stood a knight clad in complete armour, with a drawn sword in his hand, but silent as the grave.
Still traversing the cavern with its thousand black horses and its thousand armed knights the guide arrived at the upper end, where was a grand hall full of magnificence, lighted with lamps, and sparkling with the rarest diamonds and all sorts of precious stones. Approaching a table in the centre of the hall the guide ranged one of the horses on the right side of the table and one on the left. Then, taking his place at the head, he directed Dick to stand at the foot of the table and tell him what he saw lying upon it.
"A sword and a horn," replied the bold horsecouper, but with a dry and husky voice, for he felt his heart thumping at his breast, as if it wanted out to see this wondrous scene.
“Right. Now," continued the guide, "you say that these two horses belonged to Captain John Rhymer of Chesters Castle?"
“I'm tauld sae," Dick replied, putting his hand to his hammering heart, and gasping for breath.
“Don't be alarmed. Anything from Chesters is always welcome here. Alas! for Captain John—the best of his race since its wondrous founder left the halls of Ercildoune. True Thomas still remembers his kith and kindred with all their belongings.”
“Is this the Rhymer's Palace?" asked Dick, beginning to feel a little more at ease.
“Only the stables; and if such be the stables, what must the palace be? But,” continued the
stranger, abruptly changing the subject, "what Thomas Umphreville's force was left in the see you on the table?”
Scottish camp to guard the booty and stores, "A sword and a horn."
When the Scots discovered their camp thus “Now, if you draw that sword and sound occupied, and their opponents making free use that horn you shall, if your courage does not of their stores, they fell upon them and slaughfail, be made the ruler of a mighty province of tered the greater portion. the British Empire. But, remember, everything The English fugitives were eagerly pursued depends on whether you take the sword or the by the victors, especially such as were distinhorn first."
guished by rank and fortune, since the ransom The stranger paused, then pointed to the corresponded with the wealth of the prisoners, table, and told Dick to make the choice if he and the amount of such ransom was by right the still felt inclined to do so.
property of the captors. In many instances the After much hesitation-and what a stake lay fugitives turned and attacked their pursuers, in the choice-Dick put forth his hand, took inflicting considerable loss on the latter. the horn, and blew but a feeble blast.
When the defeat of the English became Feeble as it was, however, the effect was apparent, and each one required to shift for terrible and dreadful in the extreme. The himself, Sir Edward Redman, governor of Berthousand black horses started into instant life wick, well mounted, hurried from the field. and action ; the thousand armed knights vaulted Such a prize could not be allowed to escape. at once into their saddles, brandished their He was pursued by Sir James Lindsay of Crawswords, and clanked their armour. The horses ford, with the view of gaining a good ransom by stamped with their feet, ground their bridle- his capture. Armed with battle-axe and spear, bits, and tossed their heads on high-making Lindsay, after an exciting chase came up with such an indescribable noise that Dick, alarmed Redman. The latter, urging his horse to greater at having caused such a commotion, attempted speed so that it stumbled, leaped off, and, to throw down the horn and seize the sword. drawing his sword, prepared to defend himself. But a voice, far above the champing steeds and Lindsay also dismounted and attacked him with the clanking warriors, called out in tones of such strength and skill that Redman was obliged thunder
to yield. He was permitted, however, to return Woe to the coward that ever he was born,
to Newcastle, having given his word of honour Who did not draw the sword before he blew the horn. to surrender himself to Lindsay at Edinburgh
At the same moment a whirlwind of terrific within fifteen days. A large number of English force and fury swept Dick out of the subterranean knights, who were taken prisoners, were released hall like a withered leaf in autumn. Next morn on the same conditions. With others the Scots ing he was found at the foot of the hill by a agreed on a specified sum as ransom, and this passing shepherd, but in such a state of exhaus- the liberated captives transmitted to their respection that after relating what he had experienced tive captors. Surprising as it may seem, the he immediately expired. And the Chesters utmost fidelity was observed in the discharge of horses, the cause of all this commotion and their verbal agreements. It is estimated that disaster, what befell them? Never again on the total amount of ransom money paid, was moor or market did mortal eye behold them; about £600,000 of our money. but one loves to think of them in imagination It so happened that, at the very time when as still living in the stables of the Rhymer's the battle was being fought, the Bishop of Palace, a thousand leagues below the highest Durham was on his way from Newcastle to summit of the Eildons.
Otterburn, with a force of 5,000 foot and 2,000 horse. Arriving within a few miles of Otterburn
in the early morning, he met a number of the Border Battles and Battlefields. fugitives who related to him the result of the BY JAMES ROBSON.
battle. These tidings so disheartened his Author of "Churches and Churchyards of Teviotdale," etc.
followers, that nearly four-fifths of the number NO. II.-BATTLE OF OTTERBURN (Concluded.) at once returned homeward. Under these cirFought 19th August, 1388.
cumstances, the bishop judged it advisable also “A Douglas dead his name hath won the field.”
to return to Newcastle. On their way back they
met Lindsay alone (he having released Redman), (EXT morning when the sun rose the strife returning to the Scottish camp. It does not
had ceased, and the sound of clashing appear as if the English extended the same spears was no more.
liberality towards him that he had shown to It has been stated that a detachment of Sir Redman. He was conveyed to Newcastle, and,