"But kept him a-galloping home to her foal." When the loss of the two horses was discovered in the morning, the harper made such ado that the warden paid him three times over for the grey mare. "And verra gude business," commented our Scotch landlady. The most famous of the Carlisle Castle ballads relates the rescue of Kinmont Willie, a high-handed cattle-thief of the Border. For between the recognised English and Scottish boundaries lay a strip of so-called Debatable Land, whose settlers, known as the Batables, owed allegiance to neither country, but "Sought the beeves, that made their broth, In Scotland and in England both." This Border was a natural shelter for outlaws, refugees, and "broken men" in general,--reckless fellows who loved the wildness and peril of the life, men of the type depicted in "The Lay of the Last Minstrel." "A stark moss-trooping Scot was he, As e'er couched Border lance by knee: Through Solway sands, through Tarras moss, Blindfold, he knew the paths to cross; By wily turns, by desperate bounds, Had baffled Percy's best bloodhounds; In Eske, or Liddel, fords were none, But he would ride them, one by one; Alike to him was time, or tide, December's snow or July's pride: Alike to him was tide, or time, Moonless midnight, or matin prime: Steady of heart, and stout of hand, As ever drove prey from Cumberland; Five times outlawed had he been, By England's king and Scotland's queen." Although these picturesque plunderers cost the neighbourhood dear, they never failed of sympathy in the hour of doom. The Graemes, for instance, were a large clan who lived by rapine. In 1600, when Elizabeth's government compelled them to give a bond of surety for one another's good behaviour, they numbered more than four hundred fighting men. There was Muckle Willie, and Mickle Willie, and Nimble Willie, and many a Willie more. But the execution of Hughie the Graeme was none the less grievous. "Gude Lord Scroope's to the hunting gane, He has ridden o'er moss and muir; And he has grippit Hughie the Graeme, For stealing o' the Bishop's mare. * * * * * "Then they have grippit Hughie the Graeme, And brought him up through Carlisle toun; The lasses and lads stood on the walls, Crying, 'Hughie the Graeme, thou 'se ne'er gae doun.'" They tried him by a jury of men, "The best that were in Carlisle toun," and although his guilt was open, "gude Lord Hume" offered the judge "twenty white owsen" to let him off, and "gude lady Hume" "a peck of white pennies," but it was of no avail, and Hughie went gallantly to his death.