But there was a Sir Thomas Swinburne at Haughton in the reign of Henry VIII. He was Warden of the Marches, and it was through his neglect of a prisoner that Archie Armstrong came to his death. Haughton Castle has a fine look of antique strength, but is nevertheless, in the main, a modern building. The original castle was burned down at some unrecorded time, and its ruins were restored and made habitable in the early part of the present century. Close by, it is sad to say, a former owner had a paper-mill, where forged assignats were manufactured for the purpose of being passed off as the genuine French article during the Duke of York's expedition to Flanders in 1793. To Sir William de Swynburn the people around Haughton are still indebted for the convenience of a ferry, for one which he established so far back as the reign of Henry II. plies in the old fashion--by an overhead rope and pulley--to this day. [Illustration: AT WARDEN.] Past Haughton Castle the river strains and rushes between narrowing banks. Lower down, at Chollerford, it has changed its course somewhat in the lapse of centuries, and the waters of North Tyne now flow over what was the abutment of an ancient bridge. At this spot let the chance visitor take the poet's advice:-- "Here plant thy foot, where many a foot hath trod Whose scarce known home was o'er the southern wave, And sit thee down, on no ignoble sod, Green from the ashes of the great and brave; Here stretched the chain which nations could enslave, The least injurious token of their thrall, Which, if it helped to humble, helped to save; This shapeless mound thou know'st not what to call Was a world's wonder once--this was the Roman wall."