Report of Meetings for 1889. By Dr. J. Hardy. 459 



" But the land-serjeant's men came Hobbie before, 

 The traitor Sim came Hobbie behin ; 

 So had Noble been wight as Wallace was 

 Away, alas ! he might na win. 

 " They hae taen him on for west Carlisle. 

 " Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton ! 

 For I think again I'll ne'er thee see ; 

 I wad hae betray'd nae lad alive, 

 For a' the gowd o' Christentie. 

 " And fare thee weel, sweet Liddesclale ! 

 Baith the hie land and the law ; 

 Keep ye weel frae the traitor Mains ! 

 For gond and gier he'll sell ye a'. 

 " Yet wad I rather be ca'd Hobie Noble, 



In Carlisle, where he suffers for his fan't, 

 Than I'd be ca'd the traitor Mains, 



That eats and drinks o' the meal and maut." 



Ballad of Hobbie Noble. 



On the extreme left are the hills bounding the western side of 

 the Hermitage valley, and far away to the head of the valley by 

 the southern end of Arnton Fell (1464 feet) we can descry the 

 Dinlay (1287 feet), 



" The Dinlay snaw was ne'er mair white, 

 Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair ;" 



Hazelyside Eig (1050 ft.), Roan Fell (1862 ft.), Hartsgarth Fell 

 (1806 ft.), Maiden Paps (1677 ft.), Scawd Bank (1792 ft.), Her- 

 mitage Hill (1821 ft.), Whitterhope Edge (1196 ft.), etc., etc. 



After Harden came Florida, Dykerow, and Kirndean, and on 

 the opposite side of the river Whitehaugh. Dinlabj-re, a large 

 old looking white house, once a stronghold, shaded with trees, 

 where is the mortuary of the Rutherfords and Olivers, stands on 

 the Boghall burn. Clintwood old castle stands also near this 

 burn at some distance up. Near Dinlabyre at a cottage, a rude 

 painting of Hermitage Castle was shown. The wood clothing 

 the slope from the road is thickly interspersed with the small- 

 leafed Maple. 



At the foot of the Staneshiel burn are some ruined cottages. 

 At the head of this burn, far up on the road towards Bloodybush 

 Edge, is a small shooting-box, close to a waterfall called Kidds- 

 linn, or Kitty Linn, which Mr Wilson hints is " a likely spot for 

 the botanist ! " Bound to our carriages we cannot tell, but it is 

 to be hoped that not only in it, but in all the deans there grow 



