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But the presence on the gigantic statue, When Scotia's monarch first had seen constantly overshadowing the poet, reminded

The bonnie Forest through, him that the acts and adventures of the Scottish He felt the flame o' love grow keen hero required some chronicling surely. Accord

For Bertha o' Badlieu. ingly he attempted the heroic in verse, and in

Oh the Wood, etc. the following stanzas we see the mode of

An’monie a love-sick swain sin syne treatment :

Has wood a maid as fair,
The unicorn has but one hom,

The gloamin' hour or morning shine
On its forehead doth stand,

Have shown the happy pair.
So Wallace with his pointed spear

Oh the Ilood, etc.
Did sare his native land.

The leafu' heart is free to a’
And as the rainbow in the sky,

Baith kings an' common men
It is a sign of rain,
So William drew his mighty bow,

Maun take its favours as they fa',
A sign that some was slain.

In castle or in glen.

Oh the Wood, etc. On one occasion, Sir Walter Scott and some friends called to see the Wallace statue. Great Not now in wood wi' darksome shade, was the delight of Jamie Barrie who danced

Is plighted troth e'er tauld, round and round the party in the excess of his Ilk lassie lo'es her shepherd's plaid, excitement. “Sir Walter," said he, “ I'm awfu’ An' kens the beildy fauld. proud to see ye, for this day the greatest o' poets

On the Wood, etc. and the least o' poets ha'e met thegether!”

Adieu, auld Wood o' Caledon, “Ah, Jamie," replied Scott," one half of that

But live your tales of yore story's true at any rate."

While still thy burnies brattle onJames Barrie died in 1829, five months after

To thrill our minds the more. the death of his patron, the Earl of Buchan, and

Oh the Wood, etc. was buried in Dryburgh. Whether or not the

W. S. CROCKETT. mantle of rhyming poetry alighted on the shoulders of his successors in office we have

Vote I. never been able to learn. The probability is The Wood of Caledon (Coit Celidon or Nemus that Jamie had no successor, for the Dryburgh Caledonis in its wide stretch across the South woods were subsequently thrown open to the and West of Scotland, embraced all the country public, and the fog house, at the base of the now known as the Border Counties. Its centre statue, was demolished. Sir William Wallace was, in all probability, what is now called Tweedswas henceforth allowed to remain unattended by muir, a portion of which parish is styled Tweed warden or care-taker, and permitted to receive Shaws. This ancient forest is full of legendary his visitors without restriction or introduction of associations. Here Kentigern-St. Mungo-the any kind.

great Apostle of Strathclyde, evangelised among

the native tribes, and among other historic Tbe wood of Caledon.

personages is said to have met and conversed Tune-_“ Broom o'the Cowdenknuwes.”

with Merlin, the wild Welsh bard and romancist,

who had made his home in these uplands after the O HIGH the hills on ilka hand,

decisive fight of Arderydd, in 573. The Wood Sae brown the bent to-day,

of Caledon, in later years, came to be called the The breeze blaws thro'a tree-less land, Forest of Ettrick. It was a favourite hunting In dolefu' melody.

resort of the Scottish kings down to the reign of

James VI. To-day it is truly a “treeless land." CHORUS:

A few old "scrunts o' birk," here and there,
Oh the Wood, the auld Lowland Wood, are all that is left of the "fair and seemly."
The Wood o Caledon,

Wood.
I withered now ilk leaf an' bough,

Note 11.
Frae Tweed's fair river gone.

BERTHA O' BADLIET.
Sae longer wave the Forest boughs,

One of the oldest Scottish legends is that of
Or is heard the huntsman's horn,

"bonnie Bertha of Badlieu” and her royal lover. dcross the spreading heathered knowes, Kenneth IV., king of Scotland, surnamed The bleat of sheep is borne.

Grimus, or the Grim, who reigned towards the Oh the Wood, etc.

end of the tenth century, is said to have been smitten with the charms of this fair forest maiden. but the sight of their mangled bodies so com His queen, naturally, became jealous of his pletely overcame him, that ever afterwards his frequent excursions to Upper Tweed-dale, and life was clouded with deep melancholy. His soon discovered their secret. During the king's queen met a similar fate to those she had so absence, in the North of Scotland, on a mission cruelly despatched ; and Grimus ended his brief to quell a Danish invasion, she gave orders for the reign in the field of battle. The natives of the destruction of Bertha and her parents. On his district profess to be able to point out the return, Grimus, full of rage and sorrow, caused identical mound beneath which Bertha was the graves of the murdered peasants to be opened, buried.

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EYEMOUTH HARBOUR.

From Photo by W. Green,

The Boats.

EYEMOUTH.
The faint half-light of northern skies,

Light which has loved the light,
Yet stays to meet with tender kiss

The coming of the night ;
Mysterious, strange, but soothing, calm,

The lovely æther floats ;
Through it I watched this northern night

The passing of the boats.
Far in the quiet sky above

There shone the evening star, And one long line of silver ran

Across the hidden bar.
"Twas like a dream in dream to see

The boats go out the bay ;
The gliding sails, the sliding oars,

The mystic waters grey.

Berwick
The bay was calm, so calm they scarce

Might put themselves to sea;
Like ghosts of human lives they left

Most mournfully their quay.
Each after each they wierdly went,

A solemn retinue,
Till in the harbour's mouth they massed

A black and cloudy crew.
Each after each from that black cloud

The silent boats went forth ;
Into the mystic waters grey,

Dark spirits of the north.
Where do these floating spirits stray ?

When shall they find surcease ?
They bend through the wonderful night, they sway,

To come to their rest with the new-born day
In a dawn of sun-gold peace.

CHRISTIE DEAS.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. All communications relating to Literary and Business THE BORDER MAGAZINE will be sent post free matters should be addressed to the Editor, Mr. NICHOLAS to any part of the United Kingdom, Canada, the United DICKSON, 19 Waverley Gardens, Crossmyloof, Glasgow. States, and all Countries included in the Postal Union

for one year, 45. We desire to explain here that the Rev. Mr. Crockett's second paper on The Tweed had unfortunately to go to press without the author's corrections. It was his intention to have considerably extended the article, but circumstances prevented this extension being sent in time for publication in last month's number. Ev., B.M.

THE BORDER MAGAZINE.

NOVEMBER, 1896.

LIST OF CONTENTS.
“EFFIE," A BORDER POETESS. By W. SANDERSON. (Portrait and Illustrations),
The Two SCHOOL MASTERS,
THE WALLACE STATUE AT DRYBURGH. (Illustration), .
THE WOOD OF CALEDON. By W. S. CROCKETT, ..
THE BOATS : EYEMOUTH. By CHRISTIE DEAS. (Illustration),
EDITORIAL NOTICES AND LIST OF CONTENTS, . .
CAERLANRIG: A NOVEL.By Sir GEORGE DOUGLAS, BART..
BORDER BATTLES AND BATTLEFIELDS: FLODDEN. By LAMES ROBSON, (
AN INTERESTING OLD BURGH. (With Illustrations),
OLD AIRHOUSE Wood. By A. T. G.,
JOHN VEITCH. (With Portrait),
BORDER BOOKS,

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Caerlanrig, A Hovel.
BY SIR GEORGE DOUGLAS, BART.,
Author of "The New Border Tales," " The Fireside Tragedy"

CHAP. VIII. THE death of Ambrose produced a profound

sensation. Unfortunately this did not

mend matters on the vessel, but rather the reverse ; for accusations and threats of exposure in connection with it, which were continually being bandied about among the crew, tended but to inflame their frequent quarrels. Whilst the Captain, drinking deeper even than before, perhaps to drown the recollection of his crime, was seized with an at:ack of the horrors, which made him more formidable than ever. Meantime for several days past the sea had been running high, and the wind had blown steadily from the nor'-east. At this juncture it freshened, and we gathered from unmistakable signs that we were in for a gale.

In these circumstances, quite sufficiently late in the day, the hands were preparing to shorten sail, when the Captain-whom I had not seen for a week—suddenly presented himself on deck. He was primed with brandy, and grasped a loaded revolver ; and declaring with a frightful oath that he would have none command upon the smack except himself, he swore to shoot the

first man who touched a rope without his orders. But our position was now literally between the devil and the deep sea. The second mate saw that there was no time to lose ; and disregarding the threat, sprang into the rigging. It was perhaps the first time that he had ever acted for himself, and he paid dearly for doing so. for the Captain instantly let fly at him, and he plumped from aloft upon the deck, shot clean through the head. A scuffle now ensuedhaving for its object to deprive the murderous villain of his weapon. Tregarthen, who was steering at the time, shouted to me to take the helm, and himself rushed forward to lend a hand. But before he could reach the spot, and almost in less time than it takes to tell, we beheld a threefold tragedy enacted before our ezes. The Herculean Captain, desperate with drink, and perhaps dimly conscious that a double ply of hangman's rope was already as good as round his neck, had grappled powerfully with his assailants, clasping one of them round the body with each arm and lifting them from the ground. The vessel was rolling heavily at the time. He lost his balance, and seeking to steady himself by clinging to his adversaries, the three men

reeled like one towards the bulwark, and the Returning daylight showed us broken cloud smack lurching at the moment, pitched headlong flying swiftly across the sky, the hull of a vessel into the sea. It is probable that the Captain tossing bottom upward on the waves, and to the retained a madman's hold of his victims even south-west a promontory of low-lying land which after they were in the water; for not one of the Tom declared to be Dungeness. The gale still three returned to the surface. Almost at the raged, though with somewhat abated fury; but same moment, the storm struck our craft with we ourselves were exhausted, and, hopeless of such violence as to snap the mizzen mast short saving the smack, we determined to run the off within a couple of feet of the deck, whence a risk of beaching her on the shingle flats of the heavy sea carried it overboard. There then point. This we accomplished by turning her were Tregarthen and I left to navigate without broadside on to the land, and ourselves sucassistance a disabled vessel through the midst ceeded, not without difficulty, in getting ashore. of a raging ocean.

The smack became a total wreck, having her Our prospects seemed almost hopeless. For, back broken and being soon half buried in to give you an idea of the violence of the storm, shingle by the waves. The beach-folk received I may tell you that in an instant it had grown us humanely, and after rest and much-needed almost pitch-dark around us, so that we could refreshment (for our provisions had been spoiled distinguish nothing but whirling snowflakes and by the sea) we set out to trudge across the waste the towering seas which threatened to swamp of shingle to the town of Lydd. There we us. But our courage did not desert us. Tom reported ourselves to the authorities, and pendhad faith in Providence, and I had faith in him ing a legal enquiry were hospitably entertained -which assuredly he justified. For never once by sympathetic inhabitants. during the night that followed did his nerve or When we were dismissed, Tom proposed to judgment fail him. Hitherto we had kept the me to visit his father's house, which I readily smack's head to windward ; but now, though consented to do; and his frost-bite being by we had small hope of making any harbour, we this time healed, we decided to make the saw that our only chance of living in such a sea journey on foot. The old gentleman lived in lay in running before the wind, and this accord- Devonshire, so that in journeying to his domiingly we proceeded to do, under a close-reefed cile we may be said to have traversed the entire main-sail, reefed fore-sail, and storm jib, having breadth of the kingdom. This gave me a taste eased off sheets so as to let the vessel run free. for wandering ; and, as just then I felt that I And thus, through the whole of that historic had had enough of the sea to last me for some night, which strewed the shore with wrecks and time to come, I resolved to change my mode of corpses, and the land with debris of uprooted life. Of course this decision obliged me to bid forests, did Tregarthen measure his courage and farewell to Tregarthen, who was a born sailor, seamanship against the fury of the convulsed and one whom nothing could possibly disgust elements. He himself believed that he was with his native element; and I need not tell directly sustained by a Higher Power, and that you that I did this with sincere regret, and not our escape was due to a special intervention of without promises that we would meet again and Providence ; and many times since have I heard in the interval would write to each other, yet on him tell how, when wearied with sitting all the whole no doubt the more easily that he was night at the helm, he at last beheld a wave at that time engaged in courting a modest and bigger and more awful than any we had yet comely young maiden, the daughter of a pastor encountered sweeping on towards us and pre- in the sect of the Bible Christians. pared to engulf us bodily. Escape seemed In accompanying Tom on one of his missionimpossible ; but when the sea was almost upon ary expeditions, I had made the acquaintance us, there appeared in it a gateway-like a slap of a family of gipsies at Barum, and in love in a hedge, as he would describe it. Tom with wandering as I then was, it appeared to turned the nose of the vessel towards the me that the life they led would suit me exactly. opening, and we passed through unharmed. With the return of spring, they were now on the This escape he attributed to miracle, nor can I point of leaving the quarters in which they spent see that I am necessarily wiser than he because the cold weather, to join others of their race, I do not share his belief. At any rate I shall and rove through the country, tinkering pots and never forget the effect produced upon me when, kettles as they went, and hawking basket-work ; towards daybreak, the gale moderating, the first and as I had become very friendly with some of use made of the lull by the simple-minded and them, they permitted me to accompany them. heroic fellow was to lift up his voice amid the This was, no doubt, an unusual privilege : weltering waves and sing the Twenty-third Psalm. but perhaps the sole advantage of my peculiar lot in life-detached as I am alike from family, horses, and preceded by dogs, formed an imposrace, and class-is this, that whilst I am readilying cavalcade upon the road. Towards evening at home with all sorts and conditions of men, we would carefully select some sheltered unenthe waifs of the world seem especially to ac- closed piece of ground whereon to spend the knowledge kinship in me.

night; and having done so, would tether our However, besides the fascination exercised by horses, set up our tilts, light fires, and proceed the free wandering life, I had another motive to make ourselves comfortable. In most places for remaining on shore and for moving con- the country people received us civilly-an effect, stantly from place to place. In all the years however, which I judge to have been generally which had elapsed since my cruel separation due at least as much to apprehension as to goodfrom my mother, I had never entirely abandoned will. We enjoyed a long spell of fine weather the hope of meeting her again. It is true that, after the hard winter, and for a time my new at times, for months together her image would life pleased me well enough. be effaced from my mind; but, sooner or later, From the midlands, we passed on into the with haunting persistency it never failed to re- green pastoral country of the Yorkshire dales. appear there. . And I may add that to this day This was a true gipsies' paradise, and throughout it has never failed; for only to-night, before the summer months we continued to hover your arrival, I had dwelt long upon it, some round and about it, frequenting fairs and raceassociation-I know not what --having seemed meetings held in the neighbourhood. These to evoke it. Very probably you will characterize occasions, as well as our journeys, gave me this affection as a mere crank or weakness, bred opportunities of prosecuting the search-I fear of my lonely life; or perhaps even as some you would call it the wild-goose chase—which I abnormal form of that distemper of the blood had so much at heart; and I may truly say which sometimes leads other young men to fancy that never did I pass upon the road an elegantly themselves in love. Such it may be, and there attired female in middle life but I looked have been times when I myself have believed it eagerly in her face, conning her features, and so. But then, again, there have been other endeavouring to trace in them some resemblance times when it has appeared as the very to a countenance which it pained me to feel that inspiration and guiding-star of my existence I but half remembered. On race-courses, I --the one thing which has availed, amid the would station myself near the smart phaetons world's roughness, to keep humanity alive and coaches, and stare so long, in self-forgetfuland warm within me. I have led a wild and ness, at the beautiful ladies who rode in them, careless life, I know; but I at least believe in that at last my habits were remarked by the something better. And I have often thought it gipsies, who wholly mistaking my motive, gave strange that, in the region of the heart and mind, me a nickname in their own lingo equivalent to fluctuation seems to be the law. For what “Ladies' Man.” And it puzzled them much changes do not our religion, love, aspiration, that, with all my interest in the fair sex, I had undergo from day to day! Yet surely we do yet no sweetheart among the girls of the tribe. well to cherish them, and to believe that when My gipsy friend, whose name was Daniel Lee, they are brightest and strongest, then we are was in his way a character. He was no pure. most ourselves !

blooded Romany, for already an alien strain had Well, at the time I allude to-fanciful as it begun to mingle with the stream so long kept may appear--I still nursed a hope that chance pure. In colour he was fair, and in shape the might bring me face to face with my mother very model of what a man of his size and weight once again. Whilst I remained at sea, this should be square built, with bones well covered desired event was of course out of the question ; and a fist that would fell an ox, and hard as but it seemed that in strolling at random through nails. But, notwithstanding his strength, there all parts of the kingdom I had the best hope- was nothing in the world that he liked less than if even then a slender one-of bringing it about. a day's work. Like all his fellows, he was lazy, Then, as ever, imagination figured far too largely preferred chaffering to labour, and would only among the springs of my actions, as I am well condescend to put his shoulder to the wheel aware ; but after all I am stating matters as when necessity left him no choice. But he had they happened, and not what should have been an eye for a horse, and a power with horse-flesh,

With my new friends, the gipsies, I travelled such as I have never seen equalled ; and, as he through the counties of Somerset and Glos'ter, devoted himself to horse-couping and had a good into Warwickshire. We moved by easy stages; connection among farmers and others, he throve and our carts and caravans, laden with the well, and could afford to take his ease--" like a women and their offspring, followed by led gentleman,” as he phrased it. Although but a

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