Vol 13 - Dumfriesshire & Galloway Natural History and Antiquarian ...
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18 Antiquities of Eskdalemuir.<br />
Glendiiming has tauld me, <strong>and</strong> so has Tarn Beattie of Muckledale.<br />
" These wights, to add to a' their crimes, have shot at them a hunner<br />
times." Another legend tells of a man Biggar, a staunch sup-<br />
porter of the Covenanting cause, who concealed on his farm <strong>and</strong><br />
fed from his kitchen the persecuted Covenanters—how he was<br />
found out, became a marked man, <strong>and</strong> narrowly escaped being<br />
shot. The troopers were after him, led by Claverhouse in person,<br />
but when overtaken Biggar was equal to the occasion, nor for a<br />
moment lost his self-possession. Claverhouse laid on him with the<br />
h<strong>and</strong>le of his whip. Biggar, turning round, looked him straight<br />
in the face, <strong>and</strong> said, " The devil is in the man ; what are you<br />
striking at ?" This satisfied the man of blood—riding back to his<br />
b<strong>and</strong> he said, " There's an honest fellow that can swear ; none of<br />
your canting rogues." We have yet another legend, of a dis-<br />
tinctly dramatic order, in which a member of the old Blake family<br />
is promoted to the role of hero, although the manner in which he<br />
played his part can scarcely be described as heroic. This Blake<br />
legend is to me strongly reminiscent of Burns's immortal poem,<br />
" Tam o' Shanter." You all doubtless recollect that particular<br />
portion of Tam o' Shanter's ride where he is represented as<br />
followed by a " Hellish legion " of witches <strong>and</strong> warlocks in full<br />
cry at his tail, or rather " Maggie's "—<strong>and</strong> is, in consequence, so<br />
panic-stricken that he addresses his old <strong>and</strong> faithful mare in the<br />
following terms :<br />
—<br />
" Now do thy speedy utmost Meg,<br />
And win the key stane o' the brig ;<br />
There at them, thou thy tail may toss,<br />
A runnin' stream they dar'na cross."<br />
In Tam o' Shanter's case there was a horse—in our Blake's case<br />
there was a horse too. Tam had a water to cross, so had<br />
Blake, for the legend tells us that he was leading a cart load<br />
of lar on the opposite side of the river from his home, when<br />
he heard a witch or warlock in the guise of a moor-fowl<br />
roaring in his very lug, " Blake <strong>and</strong> the tar ! Blake <strong>and</strong> the<br />
tai' !" With one wild exclamation from the terrified man, " Ye'll<br />
no' get baith Bleak <strong>and</strong> the terr," he left horse <strong>and</strong> cart behind,<br />
plunged madly into mid-stream <strong>and</strong> drowned his terrors in the<br />
consolation that witches <strong>and</strong> evil spirits have no power to fol-<br />
low a poor wight any further than the middle of the nearest<br />
running stream. At this point it may be well for me to