252 OCTOBER 



which so many generations of Haigs have been 

 carried to burial in St. Mary's aisle of Dryburgh. 



Still, as of yore, broad Tweed fills the sloping 

 woods with gentle sound; still the salmon return 

 year after year, to linger among the loops and bends 

 between the Monk's Ford and Gladswood. But, with 

 the people, the tables are turned. Once it behoved 

 every Scot to keep a good grip of his gear, and 

 to hold his neighbours and tenants ready to spring 

 to the saddle at short notice, unless he would have 

 his cattle driven off by ' our auld enemies of Eng- 

 land.' But the golden tide sets northward now, 

 and what used to be reckoned an earl's ransom is 

 paid willingly by many a Southerner for the right 

 of fishing a mile or so of this famous stream, whereby 

 muckle and welcome siller comes among the worthy 

 dwellers on its banks; which condition of things 

 doth mightily content those who own chartered 

 fishings, and they are not to blame if the chief 

 interest the wayfarer feels in them and their country 

 has its source in a social state, to return to which 

 would bring much discomfort to all of us. 



