94 THE BORDER ANGLER. 



" Tweed says to Till, 

 What gars ye rin sae still ? 

 Till says to Tweed, 

 Never ye heed ; 



Though ye rin fast and I rin slaw, 

 Where ye droon ae man I droon twa." 



We have a notion that it is the almost overwhelming 

 rapidity of the Chapel-stream which induces such a 

 large proportion of whitlings and even of salmon to 

 turn aside and enter the Till in spring. At the foot 

 of the Chapel-stream there is one of the best salmon- 

 casts in the lower part of the Tweed. 



The stream we have mentioned takes its name from 

 a chapel, once dedicated to St. Cuthbert, now a mere 

 ruin, beautifully seated in the little haugh formed by 

 the angle of the Tweed and Till at their junction. 

 According to the legend, the stone coffin in which St. 

 Cuthbert' s body miraculously floated down the Tweed 

 from Melrose on its way to Lindisfarne, came ashore 

 here, and was preserved for centuries, until some neigh- 

 bouring Goth began to use it for a pig-trough, and 

 finally broke it. It is said — we do not know on what 

 kind of authority — that such a shell actually existed, 

 and, what is more, was so thin as to float in w^ater. On 

 a precipitous bank overlooking the mingling of Tweed 

 and Till, stands a huge abortive structure called Till- 

 mouth Castle. It was built, at enormous expense, 

 thirty or forty years ago, by Sir Francis Blake, but 

 has never been finished or inhabited. 



The fishing at Tweedmill belongs to the Earl of 

 Haddington, and between that point and Xorham, a 

 distance of about four miles, the proprietors are Sir 

 F. Blake, Mr. Home of Milngraden, and Mr. D. M. 



