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at Thriepland Hill " We had six miles to walk from Dunbar 

 to reach Thriepland Hill. There were earnest hearts there, 

 longing for our coming, we knew, and we lingered as little 

 as possible." "Then, as we got upon the old familiar roads, 

 though it was dark, the time ranging between seven o'clock 

 and ten, we had so many recollections to tell to one another." 



" Such reminiscences we told until we came to the Place 

 Dykes, where we saw, through the dark, the place of the 

 old castle [of Inuerwick], indicated by the solitary light of 

 Sandy Cowe, who by the old feudal ruin dwelt, rearing 

 garden plants on ground which was once the glacis and fosse 

 of the Norman castle of the lords of Innerwick ; from which 

 ground, disturbed by the spade and ploughshare only — to be 

 disturbed by the spear and the engines of war no more — 

 he sent the seeds and plants throughout the country, to 

 replenish the kailyards of the peaceful hinds, — the ploughers 

 of the farm fields of Lothian. Looking across the blackness, 

 and listening to Thornton burn murmuring in its deep bed 

 below us, far deeper than we could see, and no louder than 

 we could faintly hear, we said it seemed as if past times 

 and things had gone to sleep, and were dreaming in their 

 deep slumber, and had left but a feeble light burning to 

 show us, when we came, where the past was sleeping. And 

 in that mood of thought, as we journeyed along the Thornton 

 road, my memory took me into the burn below, among things 

 which had long slumbered ; and deep as the ravine was, 

 and thick the darkness, it was light and sunny on the 

 water-pools, with memory there. The bummelberries hung 

 over the rocks in ripe clusters, and the trout, in the shady 

 places underneath, retreated from danger, or lay in the 

 shadows in sunniness and safety ; while I loitered and waded, 

 and slowly made my way down to William Thomson's mill, 

 on some errand concerning oatmeal, or one of his famous 

 breed of young pigs. 



"We reached the place where the path, ancient as the 

 Edwards of England and of our own Bruce and Wallace, 

 led over the Law and Edenken's Brig, and upward by the 

 King's Stones, but no bridge was there now, and we had 

 to go round the cart road. Tradition says that the Scots 

 were once posted behind the Law, to intercept one of the 

 invading Edwards in his attempt to cross the burn and its 



