There is a change now. The bones of the bold Armstrongs lie in Carlenrig, and the descendants of their brother-rievers who got their lands sit in high places, and speak words of legislative command. But these things will be as they have ever been. We cannot change the world, far less remake it; but we can resuscitate a part of its moral wonders; and, while the property of Christie"s Will, the last of the bold Armstrongs, is now possessed by another family, under a written t.i.tle, we will do well to commit to record a part of his fame.
It is well known that the chief of the family of Armstrongs had his residence[A] at Mangerton in Liddesdale. There is scarcely now any trace of his tower, though time has not exerted so cruel a hand against his brother Johnny Armstrong"s residence, which lies in the Hollows near Langholme. We know no tumult of the emotions of what may be called antiquarian sentiment, so engrossing and curious as that produced by the headless skeleton of "auld Gilnockie"s Tower," as it is seen in the grey gloaming, with a breeze brattling through its dry ribs, and a stray owl sitting on the top, and sending his eldritch screigh through the deserted hollows. The mind becomes busy on the instant with the former scenes of festivity, when "their stolen gear," "baith nolt and sheep,"
and "flesh, and bread, and ale," as Maitland says, were eaten and drunk with the _kitchen_ of a Cheviot hunger, and the sweetness of stolen things; and when the wild spirit of the daring outlaws, with Johnny at their head, made the old tower of the Armstrongs ring with their wa.s.sail shouts. This Border turret came--after the execution of Johnny Armstrong, and when the clan had become what was called a broken clan--into the possession of William Armstrong, who figured in the times of Charles I. He was called Christie"s Will, though from what reason does not now seem very clear; neither is it at all evident why, after the execution of his forbear, Johnny, and his fifty followers, at Carlenrig, the Tower of Gilnockie was not forfeited to the crown, and taken from the rebellious clan altogether; but, to be sure it was in those days more easy to take a man"s life than his property, insomuch as the former needed no guard, while the other would have required a small standing army to keep it and the new proprietor together. Certain, however, it is, that Christie"s Will did get possession of the Tower of Gilnockie, where, according to the practice of the family, he lived "on Scottish ground and English kye;" and, when the latter could not easily be had, on the poorer land of his neighbours of Scotland.
[A] In a MS. we have seen, as old as the end of the 15th century, "the Laird of Mangerton" is placed at the head of the Liddesdale chiefs--Harden, Buccleuch, and others coming after him in respectful order.
This descendant of the Armstrongs was not unlike Johnny; and, indeed, it has been observed that throughout the whole branches of the family there was an extraordinary union of boldness and humour--two qualities which have more connection than may, at first view, be apparent. Law-breakers, among themselves, are seldom serious; a lightness of heart and a turn for wit being necessary for the sustenance of their outlawed spirits, as well as for a quaint justification--resorted to by all the tribe--of their calling, against the laws of the land. In the possession of these qualities, Will was not behind the most ill.u.s.trious of his race; but he, perhaps, excelled them all in the art of "_conveying_"--a polite term then used for that change of ownership which the affected laws of the time denominated _theft_. This art was not confined to cattle or plenishing, though
"They left not spindell, spoone, nor speit, Bed, boster, blanket, sark, nor sheet: John of the Park ryps kist and ark-- To all sic wark he is sae meet."[B]
[B] See Maitland"s curious satire on the Border robberies.--ED.
It extended to abduction, and this was far seldomer exercised on damsels than on men, who would be well ransomed, especially of those cla.s.ses, duke, earl, or baron, any of whom Johnny offered (for his life) to bring, "within a certain day, to his Majesty James V., either quick or dead." This latter part of their art was the highest to which the Borderers aspired; and there never was a riever among them all that excelled in it so much as Christie"s Will. "To steal a stirk, or wear a score o" sheep _hamewards_," he used to say, "was naething; but to steal a _lord_ was the highest flicht o" a man"s genius, and ought never to be lippened to a hand less than an Armstrong"s;" and, certainly, if the success with which he executed one scheme of that high kind will guarantee Will"s boasted abilities, he did not transcend the truth in limiting lord-stealing to the Armstrongs.
Will married a distant relation of the true Border breed, named Margaret Elliot--a la.s.s whose ideas of hussyskep were so peculiar, that she thought Gilnockie and its laird were going to ruin when she saw in the kail-pot a "heugh bane" of their _own_ cattle, a symptom of waste, extravagance, and laziness, on the part of her husband, that boded less good than the offer made by "the Laird"s Jock," (Johnny Armstrong"s henchman,) to give "d.i.c.k o" the Cow" a piece of his own ox, which he came to ask reparation for, and, not having got it, tied with St. Mary"s knot (hamstringed) thirty good horses. To this good housewife, in fact, might be traced, if antiquaries would renounce for it less important investigations, the old saying, that stolen joys (qu. queys?) are sweetest, undoubtedly a Border aphorism, and now received into the society of legitimate moral sayings. When lazy and not inclined for "felonie," Will would not subscribe to the truth of the dictum, and often got for grace to the dinner he had not taken from the English, and yet relished, the wish of the good dame, that, for his want of spirit, it might choke him. That effect, however, was more likely to be produced by the beef got in the regular Border way; for the laws were beginning now to be more vigorously executed, and many a riever was astonished and offended by the proceedings of the Justice-Ayr at Jedburgh, where they were actually going the length of _hanging_ for the crime of _conveying_ cattle from one property to another.
It was in vain that Will told his wife these proceedings of the Jedburgh court; she knew very well that many of the Armstrongs, and the famous Johnny among the rest, had been strung up, by the command of their king, for rebellion against his authority; but it was out of all question, beyond the reach of common sense, and, indeed, utterly barbarous and unjust to hang a man, as Gilderoy"s lover said, "for gear," a thing that never yet was known to be stationary, but, even from the times of the Old Testament, given to taking to itself wings and flying away. It was, besides, against the oldest const.i.tution of things, the old possessors being the _Tories_, who acted upon the comely principle already alluded to, that right was might--the new lairds, again, being the Whigs, who wished to take from the Tories (the freebooters) the good old law of nature and possession, and regulate property by the mere conceits of men"s brains. To some such purpose did Margaret argue against Will"s allusions to the doings at Jedburgh; but, secretly, Will cared no more for the threat of a rope, than he did for the empty bravado of a neighbour whom he had eased of a score of cattle. He merely brought in the doings of the Justice-Ayr at Jedburgh, to screen his fits of laziness; those states of the mind common to rievers, thieves, writers, and poets, and generally all people who live upon their wits, which at times incapacitate them for using sword or pen for their honest livelihood. But all Margaret"s arguments and Will"s courage were on one occasion overturned, by the riever"s apprehension for stealing a cow, belonging to a farmer at s...o...b.., of the name of Grant. He was carried to Jedburgh jail, and indicted to stand his trial before the Lord Justice-General at the next circuit. There was a determination, on the part of the crown authorities, to make an example of the most inveterate riever of the time, and Will stood a very fair chance of being hanged.
The apprehension of Will Armstrong made a great noise throughout all Liddesdale, producing, to the cla.s.s of victims, joy, and to the cla.s.s of spoilers, great dismay; but none wondered more at the impertinence and presumption of the government authorities in attempting thus to dislocate the old Tory principle of "might makes right," than Margaret Elliot; who, as she sat in her turret of Gilnockie, alternately wept and cursed for the fate of her "winsome Will," and, no doubt, there was in the projected condemnation and execution of a man six feet five inches high, with a face like an Adonis, shoulders like a Milo, the speed of Mercury, the boldness of a lion, and more than the generosity of that n.o.ble animal, for the crime of stealing a stirk, something that was very apt to rouse, even in those who loved him not so well as did Margaret, feelings of sympathy for his fate, and indignation against his oppressors. There was no keeping, as the artists say, in the picture, no proper causality in a stolen cow, for the production of such an effect as a hanged Phaon or strangled Hercules; and though we have used some cla.s.sic names to grace our idea, the very same thought, at least as good a one, though perhaps not so gaudily clothed, occupied the mind of Margaret Elliot. She sobbed and cried bitterly, till the Gilnockie ravens and owls, kindred spirits, were terrified from the riever"s tower.
"What is this o"t?" she exclaimed, in the midst of her tears. "Shall Christie"s Will, the bravest man o" the Borders, be hanged because a cow, that kenned nae better, followed him frae s...o...b.. to the Hollows; and shall it be said that Margaret Elliot was the death o" her braw riever? I had meat enough in Gilnockie larder that day I scorned him wi"
his laziness, and forced him to do the deed that has brought him to Jedburgh jail. But I"ll awa to the warden, James Stewart o" Traquair, and see if it be the king"s high will that a man"s life should be ta"en for a cow"s."
Making good her resolution, Margaret threw her plaid about her shoulders, and hied her away to Traquair House, the same that still stands on the margin of the Tweed, and raises its high white walls, perforated by numerous Flemish-shaped windows, among the dark woods of Traquair. When she came to the front of the house, and saw the two stone figures stationed at the old gate, she paused and wondered at the weakness and effeminacy of the Lord High Steward in endeavouring to defend his castle by fearful representations of animals.
"My faith," muttered she to herself, as she approached to request entrance, "the warden was right in no makin" choice o" the figure o" a _quey_ to defend his castle." And she could scarcely resist a chuckle in the midst of her tears, at her reference to the cause of her visit.
"Is my Lord Steward at hame?" said she to the servant who answered her call.
"Yes," answered the man; "who is it that wishes to see him?"
"The mistress o" Gilnockie," rejoined Margaret, "has come to seek a guid word for Christie"s Will, who now lies in Jedburgh jail for stealing a tether, and I fear may hang for"t."
The servant heard this extraordinary message as servants who presume to judge of the sense of their messages ever do, with critical attention, and, after serious consideration, declared that he could not deliver such a message to his lord.
"I dinna want ye to deliver my message, man," said Margaret. "I merely wished to be polite to ye, and show ye a little attention. G.o.d be thankit, the mistress o" Gilnockie can deliver her ain errand."
And, pushing the waiting man aside by a sudden jerk of her brawnie arm, she proceeded calmly forward to a door, which she intended to open; but the servant was at her heels, and, laying hold of her plaid, was in the act of hauling her back, when the Warden himself came out, and asked the cause of the affray.
"Is the house yours, my Lord, or this man"s?" said Margaret. "Take my advice, my Lord," (whispering in his ear,) "turn him aff--he"s a traitor; would you believe it, my Lord, that, though placed there for the purpose o" lettin" folk into yer Lordship, he actually--ay, as sure as death--tried to keep me oot! Can ye deny it, sir? Look i" my face, and deny it if ye daur!"
The man smiled, and his Lordship laughed; and Margaret wondered at the easy good-nature of a Lord in forgiving such a heinous offence on the part of a servitor.
"If ye"re as kind to me as ye are to that rebel," continued Margaret, as she followed his Lordship into his sitting chamber, "Christie"s Will winna hang yet."
"What mean you, good woman?" said the Warden. "What is it that you want?"
"As if your Lordship didna ken," answered Margaret, with a knowing look.
"Is it likely that a Liddesdale woman frae the Hollows, should ca" upon the great Warden for aught short o" the life and safety o" the man wha"s in Jedburgh jail?" (Another Scotch wink.)
"I am still at a loss, good woman," said the Warden.
"At a loss!" rejoined Margaret. "What! doesna a" the Forest,[C] and Teviotdale and Tweeddale to boot, ken that Christie"s Will is in Jedburgh jail?"
[C] Selkirkshire.
"I know, I know, good dame," replied the Warden, "that that brave riever is in prison; but I thought his crime was the stealing of a cow, and not a tether, as I heard you say to my servant."
"Weel, weel--the cow may have been at the end o" the tether," replied Margaret.
"She is a wise woman who concealeth the _extremity_ of her husband"s crime," replied Lord Traquair, with a smile, "But what wouldst thou have me to do?"
"Just to save Christie"s Will frae the gallows, my Lord," answered Margaret. And, going up close to his Lordship, and whispering in his ear--"And sometimes a Lord needs a lift as weel as ither folk. If there"s nae buck on Traquair when your Lordship has company at the castle, you hae only to gie Christie"s Will a nod, and there will be nae want o" venison here for a month. There"s no a stouthriever in a"
Liddesdale, be he baron or bondsman, knight or knave, but Christie"s Will will bring to you at your Lordship"s bidding, and a week"s biding; and if there"s ony want o" a braw leddie," (speaking low,) "to keep the bonny house o" Traquair in order, an" she canna be got for a carlin keeper, a wink to Christie"s Will will bring her here, unscathed by sun or wind, in suner time than a priest could tie the knot, or a lawyer loose it. Is sic a man a meet burden for a fir wuddy, my Lord?"
"By my faith, your husband hath good properties about him," replied Traquair. "There is not one in these parts that knoweth not Christie"s Will; but I fear it is to that fame he oweth his danger. He is the last of the old Armstrongs; and there is a saying hereaway, that
"Comes Liddesdale"s peace When Armstrongs cease;"
and since, good dame, it would ill become the King"s Warden to let slip the noose that is to catch peace and order for our march territories, yet Will is too n.o.ble a fellow for hanging. Go thy ways. I"ll see him--I"ll see him."
"Hech na, my Lord," answered Margaret; "I"ll no budge frae this house till ye say ye"ll save him this ance. I"ll be caution and surety for him mysel", that he"ll never again dine in Gilnockie on another man"s surloins. His clan has been lang a broken ane; but I am now the head o"t, and it has aye been the practice in our country to make the head answer for the rest o" the body."
"Well, that is the practice of the hangman at Jedburgh," replied Traquair, laughing. "But go thy ways. Will shall not hang yet. He hath a job to do for me. There"s a "lurdon"[D] of the north he must steal for me. I"ll take thy bond."
[D] It has been attempted to derive this word from "Lord,"
(paper lord); but we have no faith in the etymology; it was, however, often applied to the wigged and gowned judges, as being, in their appearance, more like women than men--for "lurdon," though applied to a male, is generally used for a lazy woman.--ED.
"Gie me your hand then, my Lord," said the determined dame; "and the richest lurdon o" the land he"ll bring to your Lordship, as surely as he ever took a c.u.mberland cow--whilk, as your Lordship kens, is nae rieving."
Traquair gave the good dame his hand, and she departed, wondering, as she went, what the Lord Warden was to do with a stolen lurdon. A young damsel might have been a fair prize for the handsome baron; but an "auld wife," as she muttered to herself, was the most extraordinary object of rieving she had ever heard of, amidst all the varieties of a Borderer"s prey. Next day Traquair mounted his horse, and--
"Traquair has riden up Chaplehope, An" sae has he doun by the Grey-Mare"s-Tail; He never stinted the light gallop, Until he speered for Christie"s Will."
Having arrived at Jedburgh, he repaired direct to the jail, where Margaret had been before him, to inform her husband that the great Lord Warden was to visit him, and get him released; but upon the condition of stealing away a lurdon in the north--a performance, the singularity of which was much greater than the apparent difficulty, unless, indeed, as Will said, she was a bedridden lurdon, in which case, it would be no easy matter to get her conveyed, as horses were the only carriers of stolen goods in those days. But the wonder why Traquair should wish to steal away an old woman had perplexed the wits of Will and his wife to such an extent, that they had recourse to the most extraordinary hypotheses; supposing at one time that she was some coy heiress of seventy summers, who had determined to be carried off after the form of young damsels in the times of chivalry; at another, that she was the parent of some lord, who could only be brought to concede something to the Warden by the force of the impledgment of his mother; and, again, that she was the duenna of an heiress, who could only be got through the confinement of the old hag. Be who she might, however, Christie"s Will declared, upon the faith of the long shablas of Johnny Armstrong, that he would carry her off through fire and water, as sure as ever Kinmont Willie was carried away by old Wat of Buccleuch from the Castle of Carlisle.
"Oh, was it war-wolf in the wood, Or was it mermaid in the sea, Or was it maid or lurdon auld, He"d carry an" bring her bodilie."
Such was the heroic determination to which Christie"s Will had come, when the jailor came and whispered in his ear, that the Lord Warden was in the pa.s.sage on the way to see him. Starting to his feet, the riever was prepared to meet the baron, of whom he generally stood in so much awe in his old tower of Gilnockie, but who came to him now on a visit of peace.
"Thou"lt hang, Will, this time," said the Warden, with an affectation of gruffness, as he stepped forward. "It is not in the power of man to save ye!"
"Begging yer Lordship"s pardon," replied Will, "I believe it, however, to be in the power o" a woman. The auld lurdon will be in Gilnockie tower at yer Lordship"s ain time."
"And who is the "auld lurdon?"" replied the Warden, trying to repress a laugh, which forced its way in spite of his efforts.
"Margaret couldna tell me that," said Will; "but many a speculation we had on the question yer Lordship has now put to me. "Wha can she be?"
said Peggy; and "Wha can she be?" replied I; but it"s for yer Lordship to say wha she _is_, and for me to steal the auld limmer awa, as sure as ever I _conveyed_ an auld milker frae the land o" the Nevills. I"m nae sooner free than she"s a prisoner."