Where weeps the birch with branches green
Without the holy ground,
Between two old grey stones is seen
The warrior’s ridgey mound.
And the hunters bold of Kieldar’s train,
Within yon castle’s wall,
In a deadly sleep must aye remain
Till the ruined towers down fall.”
In the ballad of “Sir David Graeme,” by James Hogg, the lady of the story watched out of her window in vain for the coming of her “noble Graeme,” who had vowed that the hate of her father and brothers would not keep him from coming to carry off his fair lady on St. Lambert’s night.
“The sun had drunk frae Kieldar Fell
His beverage o’ the morning dew;
The deer had crouched her in the dell,
The heather oped its bells o’ blue.
The lady to her window hied,
And it opened o’er the banks o’ Tyne;
An’ “O! alack,” she said, and sighed,
“Sure ilka breast is blythe but mine?”
Her forebodings prove only too true, for her lover’s faithful hound seeks her out, and with mournful looks induces her to follow him over Deadwater Fell, and guides her to a lonely spot where the body of the gallant Graeme, slain by her brothers, is lying.
In the neighbourhood of these desolate Fells are to be found many traces of ancient British Camps.
The little mountain streams which here help to swell the stream of the North Tyne are, on the south side, the Lewis and Whickhope Burns, and on the north, the Plashetts and Hawkhope Burns. On both sides of the Tyne, near the Whickhope and the Hawkhope Burns are many remains of an ancient pre-historic forest, the largest being near the Whickhope Burn where the abnormally thick stems of trees may be seen.
The little village of Falstone is set amongst trees, in the midst of pleasant meadows, a welcome relief from the bare fells and moorlands around it; yet this wild scenery has a distinct fascination of its own, and adds not a little to the charm of the varied landscape within the bounds of our northern county. At Falstone a fragment of an ancient cross was discovered, with an inscription carved upon it—in Roman letters on one side and in the Runes of the Anglo-Saxons on the other. The inscription states that a certain Eamer set up the cross in memory of his uncle Hroethbert, and asks for prayers for his soul. The existence of a similarly inscribed cross is not known, so that the Society of Antiquaries, in whose keeping this cross rests, has in it probably a unique treasure.