“There Valour bowed before the rood and book, And kneeling Knighthood served a Prelate Lord; Yet little deigned he on such train to look, Or glance of ruth or pity to afford. There time has heard the peal rung out by night, Has seen from every tower the cressets stream: When the red bale-fire on yon western height, Had roused the Warder from his fitful dream; Has seen old Durham’s lion-banner float O’er the proud bulwark, that, with giant pride, And feet deep plunged amidst the circling moat, The efforts of the roving Scot defied. “Long rolling years have swept those scenes away, And peace is on the mountain and the fell; And rosy dawn, and closing twilight gray, But hears the distant sheep-walk’s tinkling bell. And years have fled since last the gallant deer Sprung from yon covert at the thrilling horn: Yet still, when Autumn shakes the forest sear, Black Hugo’s voice upon the blast is borne. Woe to the wight who shall his ire provoke, When the stern huntsman stalks his nightly round, By blasted ash, or lightning-shivered oak, And cheers with surly voice his spectre hound.” Of this black Hugh, take the following legendary account:--“Sir Anthon Bek, Busshop of Dureme in the tyme of King Eduarde, the son of King Henry, was the maist prowd and masterfull Busshop in all England; and it was com’only said that he was the prowdest Lord in Christienty. It chanced that, emong other lewd persons, this Sir Anthon entertained at his court one Hugh de Pountchardon, that for his evill deeds and manifold robberies had been driven out of the Inglische Court, and had come from the southe to seek a little bread, and to live by stalynge. And to this Hughe, whom also he imployed to good purpose in the warr of Scotland, the Busshop gave the lande of Thikley, since of him caulied Thikley-Pountchardon, and also made him his chief huntsman. And after, this blake Hugh dyed afore the Busshop: and efter that the Busshop chasid the wild hart in Galtres forest, and sodainly ther met with him Hugh de Pontchardon that was afore deid, on a wythe horse; and the said Hugh loked earnestly on the Busshop, and the Busshop said unto him, ‘Hughe, what makethe thee here?’ and he spake never word, but lifte up his cloke, and then he shewed Sir Anton his ribbes set with bones, and nothing more; and none other of the varlets saw him but the Busshop only; and the said Hughe went his way, and Sir Anton toke corage, and cheered the dogges; and shortly efter he was made Patriarque of Hierusalem, and he sawe nothing no moe; and this Hughe is him that the silly people in Galtres doe call _Le gros Venour_, and he was seen twice efter that by simple folk, afore that the forest was felled in the tyme of Henry, father of King Henry that now ys.”