His russet weeds were brown as heath, And the hair of his head was frizzly red, An urchin, clad in pickles red, Clung cowering to his arm; The hounds they howl'd, and backward fled, "Why rises high the stag-hound's cry, "Brown Dwarf, that o'er the muirland strays, Thy name to Keeldar tell!" "The Brown Man of the Muirs, who stays Beneath the heather-bell. ""Tis sweet, beneath the heather-bell, To live in autumn brown; And sweet to hear the lav'rocks swell "But woe betide the shrilling horn, And ever that hunter is forlorn, Says, "Weel nor woe, nor friend nor foe, But, ere the bugles green could blow, And onward, onward, hound and horse, Green vervain round its base did creep, 1 Urchin-Hedgehog. And oft, of yore, its channels deep And still, when blood-drops, clotted thin, The spirit murmurs from within, And shakes the rocking stone.1 Around, around, young Keeldar wound, With him to pass the barrier ground, The rude crag rock'd; "I come for death, I come to work thy woe! And 'twas the Brown Man of the Heath, But onward, onward, Keeldar past, When, hovering on the driving blast, They pass'd the muir of berries blae, They reach'd the green, the bonny brae, This is the bonny brae, the green, Yet sacred to the brave, Where still, of ancient size, is seen, Gigantic Keeldar's grave. 1 The rocking stone, commonly reckoned a Druidical monument, has always been held in superstitious veneration by the people. The popular opinion, which supposes them to be inhabited by a spirit, coincides with that of the ancient Icelanders, who worshipped the demons, which they believed to inhabit great stones. It is related in the Kristni saga, chap. 2, that the first Icelandic bishop, by chanting a hymn over one of these sacred stones, immediately after his arrival on the island, split it, expelled the spirit, and converted its worshippers to Christianity. The herb vervain, revered by the Druids, was also reckoned a powerful charm by the common people; and the author recollects a popular rhyme, supposed to be addressed to a young woman by the devil, who attempted to seduce her in the shape of a handsome young man : "Gin ye wish to be leman mine, Lay off the St John's wort, and the vervine." By his repugnance to these sacred plants, his mistress discovered the cloven foot. The lonely shepherd loves to mark Where weeps the birch of silver bark, The grave is green, and round is spread That fatal day the mould was red, And next they pass'd the chapel there; Where many a stone is sculptured fair, And here, beside the mountain flood, Since first the Pictish race in blood The restless stream its rocky base Soon from the lofty tower there hied "I greet your master well," he cried, "He heard your bugle's echoing call, In his green garden bower; And bids you to his festive hall, Within his ancient tower." Young Keeldar call'd his hunter train ;- 1 Castles, remarkable for size, strength, and antiquity, are, by the common people, commonly attributed to the Picts, or Pechs, who are not supposed to have trusted solely to their skill in masonry, in constructing these edifices, but are believed to have bathed the foundation-stone with human blood, in order to propitiate the spirit of the soil. Similar to this is the Gaelic tradition, according to which St. Columba is supposed to have been forced to bury St. Oran alive, beneath the foundation of his monastery, in order to propitiate the spirits of the soil, who demolished by night what was built during the day. And, as you open force disdain, Of secret guile beware. ""Twas here for Mangerton's brave lord A bloody feast was set, Who, weetless, at the festal board, The bull's broad frontlet met. "Then ever, at uncourteous feast, And, as you 'mid his friends are placed, "And, if the bull's ill-omen'd head1 Your whingers, with unerring speed, In Hermitage they sat at dine, In pomp and proud array; And oft they fill'd the blood-red wine, And many a hunting song they sung, Then tuned to plaintive strains their tongue, To wilder measures next they turn: "The Black Black Bull of Noroway!"-3 Sudden the tapers cease to burn, The minstrels cease to play. 1 To present a bull's head before a person at a feast, was, in the ancient turbulent times of Scotland, a common signal for his assassination. Thus, Lindsay of Pitscottie relates in his History, p. 17, that "eftir the dinner was endit, once alle the delicate courses taken away, the Chancellor (Sir William Crichton) presentit the bull's head befoir the Earle of Douglas, in sign and token of condemnation to the death." 2 The most ancient Scottish song known is that which is here alluded to "Quhen Alysander our King wes dede, That Scotland led in luve and le," &c. 3 The song alluded to is a wild fanciful popular tale of enchantment, termed " The Black Bull of Noroway." The author is inclined to believe it the same story with the romance of the Three futtit Dog of Noroway," the title of which is mentioned in the Complaynt of Scotland. Each hunter bold, of Keeldar's train, For cold as ice, through every vein, Each rigid hand the whinger, rung, He burst the doors; the roofs resound; Ere he could pass, the door was barr'd; The iron clash, the grinding sound, With breath drawn in, the murderous crew And greater still their wonder grew, As on their ear it fell. They listen'd for a human shriek Amid the jarring sound; They only heard, in echoes weak, The murmurs of the hound. The death-bell rung, and wide were flung The castle gates amain; While hurry out the armed rout, 1 The author is unable to produce any authority that the execrable machine, the swordmill, so well known on the continent, was ever employed in Scotland; but he believes the vestiges of something very similar have been discovered in the ruins of old castles. |