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1 "The reader may be interested by comparing with this ballad the author's prose version of part of its legend, as given in one of the last works of his pen. He says, in the Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft, 1830-Thomas of Ercildowne, during his retirement, has been supposed, from time to titae, to be levying forces to take the field in some crisis of his country's fate. The story has often been told of a daring horse-jockey having sold a black horse to a man of venerable and antique appearance, who appointed the remarkable hillock upon Eildon hills, called the Lucken-hare, as the place where, at twelve o'clock at night, he should receive the price. He came, his money was paid in ancient coin, and he was invited by his customer to view his residence. The trader in horses followed his guide in the deepest astonishment through several long ranges of stalls, in each of which a horse stood motionless, while an armed warrior lay equally still at the anarger's feet. All these men,' said the wizard in a whisper, will awaken at the battle of Sheriffmuir.' At the extremity of this extraordinary depot hung a sword and a horn, which

O will ye hear a mirthful bourd? Or will ye hear of courtesie? Or will hear how a gallant lord Was wedded to a gay ladye?

"Ca' out the kye," quo' the village herd, As he stood on the knowe,

"Ca' this ane's nine and that ane's ten, And bauld Lord William's cow."

"Ah! by my sooth," quoth William then, "And stands it that way now,

When knave and churl have nine and ten, That the Lord has but his cow?

"I swear by the light of the Michaelmas moon, And the might of Mary high,

And by the edge of my braidsword brown,
They shall soon say Harden's kye.”

He took a bugle frae his side,

With names carved o'er and o'erFull many a chief of meikle pride That Border bugle bore

the prophet pointed out to the horse-dealer as containing the means of dissolving the spell. The man in confusion took the horn and attempted to wind it. The horses instantly started in their stalls, stamped, and shook their bridles, the men arose and clashed their armor, and the mortal, terrified at the tumult he had excited, dropped the horn from his hand. A voice like that of a giant, louder even than the tumult around, pronounced these words :

Woe to the coward that ever he was born,

That did not draw the sword before he blew the horn.'

A whirlwind expelled the horse-dealer from the cavern, the entrance to which he could never again find. A moral might be perhaps extracted from the legend namely, that it is better to be armed against danger before bidding it defiance."

This celebrated horn is still in the possession of the chie of the Harden family, Lord Polwarth.

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