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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 028: Title-page illustration of a soldier with his face turned to the right, sitting on a chair and holding a sword. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Battle of Otterbourne; Together with the Old Ballad of Lady Anne. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923267883505154">s0066Fb11</a> Abstract A summary of the resource. A song describing the battle between the Earl of Douglas and Lord Percy that took place when Douglas decided to raid across the border into Northumberland. It appears to be a modernization of a much earlier ballad. Both sides appear to fight gallantly, but the Scots take the day by slaying Englishman and taking Percy captive; however, Douglas is slain in the course of the battle. The second song is somewhat of a ghost story, wherein the Lady Anne meets with three children in the woods, and upon wishing one of them was her own, discovers that one indeed had been before he was murdered by his nurse. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 ? per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource 75 printed at bottom of title-page Woodcut #28: Illustration on title-page of a soldier with his face turned to right, sitting on a chair and holding a sword Subject The topic of the resource War Otterburn, Battle of, Otterburn, England, 1388 Percy, Henry, Lord, 1364-1403 Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Illustration on title-page of a soldier with his face turned to right, sitting on a chair and holding a sword. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a6058a463770edfa42220f626f83834b.pdf 99e5e193bf8e7bb53ad0134b377142af PDF Text Text 5^XXX>C>C>0<>C<::<>C-C^>C>c>0'0<>: NARRATIVE OF T H E BATTLES DRUMCLOG, BOTHWELL BRIDGE. GLASGOW PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS, �q aviti g " • S W d T T h a jf H T t r iQ O O J WIIJJiG OV» • - . B e a u z s j : : r w H T o a 71T i J 6 § .mi m • *' l'v* ki ' - T - - £ I • <*? . • v.: 5l * i ^ ^ {j v 2 k -V ." : >T f V • •WO.KAJO • i - ; ' iiri « Kim >GOC<X>00QQa90C*X %I - f �THK BATTLE OF DRUMCLOG. •• thfe following Account of the Battles of Drumclog and Bothwell Bridge, is taken from an American Newspaper, entitled the 4 National Gazette.' It is written by the Laird of Torfoot, an officer in the Presbyterian army, whose estate is at this day in the possession of his lineal descendants of the fifth generafkm. " It was a fair Sabbath morning, 1st Jane 1679, that an assembly of the Covenanters sat down on the heathy mountains of Drumclog. W e had assembled not to fight, but to worship the God of our fathers. W e were far from the tumult of cities.—The long dark heath waved around us; and we disturbed no living creatures, saving the pees-weep and the heather-cock. As usual, we had come armed. I t was for self-defence. For desperate and ferocious bands made bloody raids through the country, and, pretending to put down treason, they waged war against religion and morals. They spread ruin and havoc over the face of bleeding Scotland. The venerable Douglas had commenced the solemnities of the day. He was expatiating on the execrable evils of tyranny. Our souls were on fire at the rememberance of our country's sufferings and the wrongs of the church. In this moment of intense feeling, our watchman posted on the neighbouring heights fired his carabine and ran towards the congregation. He announced the approach of the enemy. W e raised our eyes to the minister, " I have done," said Douglas with his usual firmness-~You have got the theory,—now for the �4 practice; you know your duty; self-defence is always lawful. But the enemy approaches," He raised his eyes to heaven and uttered a prayer—brief and emphatic— like the prayer of Richard Cameron, " Lord, spare the green, and take the ripe." The officers collected their mm, and placed themselves each at the head of those of his own district. Sit Robert Hamilton placed the foot in the centre, in three ranks. A company of horse, well armed and mounted, was placed on the left; and a small sqnadron also on the left. These were drawn back, and they occupied the more solid ground; as well with a view to have a more solid footing, as to arrest any flanking party that might take them on the wings. A deep morass lay between us and the ground of the enemy. Our aged men, our females and children retired ; but they retired slowly4 They had the hearts and the courage of the female and children in those days of intense religious feeling and of suffering. They manefested more concern for the fate of relatives, for the fate of the church than for their own personal safety. As Claverhouse descended the opposite mountain, they retired to the rising ground in the rear of our host. The aged men walked with their bonnets in hand. Their long grey hairs waving to the breeze. They sang a cheering psalm. The music was that of the well-known tune of " The Martyrs and the sentiment breathed defiance.—The music floated down on the wind,—our men gave them three cheers as they fell into their ranks. Never did I witness such animation in the looks of men. For me, my spouse and my little children were in the rear. M y native plains, and the W i s of my father, far below, in the deal of Aven, were in full view from the heights which we occupied. M y country seemed to raise her voice—the bleeding church seemed to wail aloud. * And these,' I said, as Clavers and his troops winded slowly down the dark mountain's side, ' these are the unworthy slaves, and bloody executioners, by which the tyrant completes our miseries,' �5 Hamilton here displayed the hero. His portly figure was seen hastening from rank to rank. He inspiied courage into our raw and undisciplined troops. The brave Hacks tone, and Hall of Haughhead, stood at the head of the foot, and re-echoed the sentiments of theii Chief. Burley and Cleland had inflamed the minds of the horsemen on the left to a noble enthusiasm. My small troop on the right needed no exhortation; we were a band of brothers, resolved to conquer or fall. The trumpet of Clavers sounded a loud note of defiance —thekettle drum mixed its tumultuous roll—they halted —they made a long pause. W e could see an officer with four file, conducting 15 persons from the ranks, to a knoll on their left. I could perceive one in black: it was my friend King, the Chaplain at Lord Cardross, (Let who had been taken by Clavers at Hamilton. them be shot through the head,' said Clavers, in his usual dry way, ' if they should offer to run away.' W e could see him view our position with great care. His officers came around him. W e soon learned that he wished to treat with us. He never betrayed symptoms of mercy or of justice, nor offered terms of reconciliation, unless when he dreaded that he had met his match; and, even then, it was only a manoeuvre to gain time 01 to deceive. His flag approached the edge of the bog. Sir Robert held a flag sacred; had it been borne by Clavers himself he had honoured it. He demanded the purpose for which he came. ' I come,' said he, ' in the name of his sacred Majesty, and of Colonel Graham, to offer you a pardon, on condition that you lay down your arms, and deliver up your ringleaders.'—' Tell your officer,' said Sir Robert, ' that we are fully aware of the deception he practices. He is not clothed with any powers to treat, nor was he sent out to treat with us, and attempt reconciliation. The Government against whom we have risen, refuses to redress our grievances, or to restore to us our liberties. Had the tyrant wished to render us justice, he had riot sent by the hand of such a ferocious assassin as Claverhouse. Let him, however. �6 show his powers, aud we refuse not to treat; and we ,haU lay down our arms to treat, provided that he also lay down his. Thou hast my answer.*—' It is a perfectly hopeless case,' said Burley, while he called after Ihe flag-bearer.—f Let me add one word by your leave, General. Get thee up to that bloody dragoon, Clavers, i, ;d tell him, that we will spare his life, and the lives of iis troops, on condition that he, your Clavers, lay down ns arms, and the arms of these troops. W e will do nore, as we have no prisoners on these wild mountains, vVci will even let him go on his parole, on condition that swear never to lift arms against the religion and the ''berties of his country. A loud burst of applause re« echoed from the ranks; and after a long pause in deep aiience, the army sung the following verses of a psalm:— The arrows of the bow he brake : The shield, the sword, the war. More glorious thou than hills of prey, More excellent art far. 4 Those that were stout of heart are spoil'a, They sleep their sleep outright; And none of these their hands did find, That were the men of might. When the report was made to Claverhouse, he gave word with a savage ferocity, ' Their blood be on their own heads. Be—no quarter—the word this day.' His fierce dragoons raised a yell, and 4 N o quarter,' re-echoed f?om rank to rank, while they galloped down the mountain side. It is stated, that Burleigh was heard to say, 1 Then be it so, even let there be i no quarter'—at least in my wing of the host. So God send me a meeting,' cried he aloud, ' with that chief under the white plume. — M y country would bless my memory, could my sword give his villainous carcase to the crows. Our raw troops beheld with firmness the approach of the foemen; and at the moment when the enemy halted to fire, the whole of our foot dropped on the heatb. �f Mot a man was seen down when the order was given to rise, and return the fire. The first flank fired, then kneeling down while the second fired. They made each bullet tell. As often as the lazy rolling smoke was carried over the enemy's head, a shower of bullets fell on his ranks. Many a gallant man tumbled on the heath. The fire was incessant. It resembled one blazing sheet of fiame, for several minutes, along the line of the Covenanters. Clavers attempted to cross the morass, and break our centre. ' Spearmen I to the front,'—I could hear the deep-toned voice of Hamilton say, 6 Kneel^ and place your spears to receive the enemy's cavalry; and you, my gallant fellows lire—God and our country is our word.'—Our officers flew from rank to rank. Not a peasant gave way that day. As the smoke rolled off, we could see Clavers urging 011 his men with the violence of despair. His troops fell in heaps around him, and still the gaps were filled up. A galled trooper would occasionally flinch; but ere he could turn or flee, the sword of Clavers was waving over his head. I could bee him in his fury, strike both man and horse. In the fearful carnage he himself sometimes reeled. He would stop short in the midst of a movement, then contradict his own orders, and strike the man, because he could not comprehend his meaning. He orueied the flanking parties to take us on our right and left. " In the name of G o d , " cried he, 4 ' cross the bog, and charge them on the flanks till W€ get over the morass. If this fail we are lost." It now fell to my lot to come into action.—HitherU we had fired only some distant shot. A gallant officer led his band down to the borders of the swamp, in search of a proper place to cross. W e threw ourselves before him, a severe firing commenced. M y gallant men fired with great steadiness. W e could see many tumbling from their saddles. Not content with repelling the foemen, we found an opportunity to cross, and attack thtiu sword in hand. The Captain, whose name I afteiwards ascertained tp be Arrol, threw himself into my path. l e �8 the first shock, 1 discharged my pistols. His 6udden start in the saddle, told me that one of them had taken effect. With one of the tremendous oaths of Charles I I . he closed with me. He fired his steel pistol. I was in front of him ; — m y sword glanced on the weapon, and gave a direction to the bullet, which saved my life. By this time my men had driven the enemy before them, and had left the ground clear for the single combat. As he made a lounge at my breast, I turned his sword aside, by one of those sweeping blows, which are rather the dictate of a kind of instinct of self-defence, than a movement of art.—As our strokes redoubled, my antagonist's dark features put on a look of deep and settled ferocity. N o man who has not encountered the steel of his enemy, in the field of battle, can conceive the looks and the manner of the warrior, in the moments of his intense feelings. May I never witness them again ! W e fought in silence. M y stroke fell on his left shoulder; it cut the belt of his carabine, which fell to the ground. His blow cut me to the rib, glanced along the bone, and "id me also of the weight of my carabine. He had now advanced too near me to be struck with the sword. I grasped him by the collar. I pushed him backwards ; and, with an entangled blow of my Ferrara, I struck him across his throat. It cut only the strap of his headpiece, and it fell off. With a sudden spring, lie seized me by the sword belt. Our horses reared, and we both came to the ground. W e rolled on the heath in deadly conflict. It was in this situation of matters, that my brave fellows had returned from the rout of the flanking party, to look after their commander. One of them was actually rushing on my antagonist, when I called on him to retire. W e started to our feet. Each grasped his sword. W e closed in conflict again. After parrying strokes of mine enemy, which indicated a hellish ferocity* I told him, my object was to take him prisoner ; that sooner than kill him, I should order ipy men to seize him. Sooner let my soul be brandered on my ribs in hell," sflid he, " than be captured by a Whiginore. ' No �9 quarter' Is the word of my Colonel, and my woid. h a v e at the W h i g — I dare the whole of you to the c o m b a t . " — " Leave the mad man to me—leave the field instantly," said I to my party, whom I could hardly restrain. M y sword fell on his left shoulder.— His sword dropped from his hand.—I lowered my sword, and offered him his life. i No quarter,' said he, with a shriek of despair. He snatched his sword, which I held in my hand, and made a lounge at my breast. I parried his blows till he was nearly exhausted ; but, gathering up his huge limbs, he put forth all his energy in a thrust at my heart.—My Andro Ferrara received it, so as to weaken its deadly force ; but it made a deep cut. Though I was faint with loss of blood, I left him no time for another blow. M y sword glanced on his shoulder, cut through his buff coat, and skin, and flesh ; swept through his jaw, and laid open his throat from ear to ear. The fire of his ferocious eye was quenched in a moment. He reeled, and falling with a terrible clash, he poure! out his soul with a torrent of blood on the heath. I sunk down, insensible for a moment. M y faithful men, who never lost sight of me, raised me up. In the fierce combat, the soldier suffers most from thirst. I stooped down to fill my helmet with the water which oozed through the morass. It was deeply tinged with human blood, which flowed in the conflict above me. I started back with horror; and Gawn Witherspoon bringing up my steed, we set forward in the tumult of the battle. All this while, the storm of war had raged on our left. Cleland and the fierce Burley had charged the strong company sent to flank them. These officers permitted me to cross the swamp, then, charged them with a terrible shout. ' No quarter,' cried the dragoons. Be no quarter to you, then, ye murderous loons,' cried Burley ; and at one blow he cut their leader through the steel cap, and scattered his brains on his followers. His every blow overthrew a foeman. Their whole forces were now brought up, and they drove the dragoons of �10 CkTers into the swamp. They rolled over each other. All stuck fast. The Covenanters dismounted, and fought on foot. They left not one man to bear the tidings to their Colonel. The firing of the platoons had long ago ceased, and the dreadfid work of death was carried on by the sword. A t this moment, a trumpet was heard in the rear of our army. There was an awful pause, all looked up. It was only the gallant Captain Nesbit, and his guide, YVoodburn of Mains ; he had no reinforcements for us, but himself was a host. With a loud huzza, and flourish of his sword, he placed himself by the side of Burley, and cried, 'jump the ditch, and charge the enemy'. He and Burley struggled through the marsh. The men followed as they could, They formed and marched on the enemy's right flank. A t this instant, Hamilton and Hackstone brought forward the whole line of infantry in front. ' God and our Country' re-echoed from all the ranks—' No quarters' said the fierce squadrons of Clavers—Here commenced a bloody scene. I seized the opportunity this moment offered to me of making a movement to the left of the enemy to save my friend King and the other prisoners.—We came in time to save tiiem. Our sword speedily severed the ropes which tyranny had bound on the arms of the men. The weapons of the fallen foe supplied what was lacking of arms ; and with great vigour we moved forward to charge the enemy on the lef t flank. Claverhouse formed a hollow square—himself in the centre ; his men fought gallantly ; they did all that soldiers could do in their situation. Wherever a gap was made, Clavers thrust the men forward, and speedily filled it up. Three times he rolled headlong on the heath as he hastened from rank to rank, and as oftei 1 ' band thinned his ranks. distinctly saw the features and shape of this far-famed man. He was small of stature, and not well formed. His ajipprWOT *9ng in proportion to his legs ; h* had a �11 complexion unusually dark ; his features were not lighted up with sprightliness, as some fabulously reported ; they geemed gloomy as hell: his cheeks were lank and deeply furrowed ; his eye-brows were drawn down and gatherer! into a kind of knot at their junctions, and thrown up at their extremeties ; they had, in short, the strong expression given by our painters to those on the face ol Judas Iscariot, his eyes were hollow, they had not the lustre of genius nor the fire of vivacity ; they were lighted up by that dark fire of wrath which is kindled and fanned by an internal anxiety, and conciousness of criminal deeds ; his irregular and large teeth were pre sented through a smile, which was very unnatural 011 his set of features ; his mouth seemed to be unusually large from the extremeties being drawn backward and downward—as if in the intense application to something cruel and disgusting ; in short, his upper teeth projected over his under lip, and on the whole, presented to my view the mouth on the image of the Emperor Julian the Apostate.—In one of his rapid courses past us, my sword could only shear off his white plumb and a fragment of his buff coat. In a moment he was at the othei side of the square. Our officers eagerly sought a meeting with him. ' He has the proof of lead,' cried some of our mei^ — ' Take the cold steel or a piece of silvwr.* ' N o , ' cried Burley, ' It is his rapid movement on that fine charger that bids defiance to any thing like an r.iiii in the tumult of the bloody fray. I could sooner shoot ten heather cocks on the wing, than one flying Clavers.' A t that moment Burley, whose eye watched his antagonist, pushed into the hollow square. But Burley was too impatient. His blow wras levelled at him before he came within its reach. His heavy sword descended on the head of Clavers' horse and felled him to the ground. —Burley's men rushed pell-mell on the fallen Clave* but his faithful dragoons threw themselves upon thei/i, and by their overpowering force drove Burley back. Clavers was in an instant on a fresh steed. His buglenan recalled the party who were driving back the flank- �12 ing party of Burley. He collected his whole troops to make his last and desperate attack- -He charged our infantry with such force, that they began to reel. It was only for a moment. The gallant Hamilton snatched the white flag of the Covenant, and placed himself in tfie fore front of the battle. Our men shouted ' God end our countryand rallied under the flag. They fought like heroes. Clavers fought no less bravely. His blows were aimed at our officers. His steel fell on the helmet of Hackstone, whose sword was entangled in the body of a fierce dragoon, who had just wounded him. He wTas born by his men into the rear. I directed my men on Clavers. ' Victory or death,' was their reply to me. Clavers received us. He stiuck a desperate blow at me as he raised himself, with all his force, in the saddle. M y steel cap resisted it. The second stroke I received on my Ferrara and bis steel was shivered to pieces. W e rushed headlong on each other. His pistol missed fire—it had been soaked in blood. Mine took effect. But the wound was not deadly. Our horses reared. W e rolled on the ground. In vain we sought to grasp each other. In the tiiclcy men and horse tumbled on us. W e were for a few moments buried under our men, whose eagerness to save the respective officers brought them in multitudes down upon us. By the aid of my faithful man Gawn, I had extricated myself from my fallen horse ; and we were rushing on the bloody Clavers, when we were again literally buried under a mass of men ; for Hamilton had by this time brought up his whole line, and he hnd planted his standard where we and Clavers were rolling on the heath. Our men gave three cheers and h ove in the troops of Clavers. Here I was born along with the moving mass of men ; and, almost suffocated and faint with the loss of blood, I knew nothing more till I opened my eye 011 my faithful attendant. H e had dragged me from the very grasp of the enemy, and had borne me into the rear, and was bathing my temples with water. We speedily regained our friends ; and �13 what a spectacle presented itself!—It seemed that I beheld an immense moving mass heaped up togetiter in the greatest confusion.—Some shrieking, some groaning, some shouted, horses neighed and pranced, swords rung on the steel helmets. I placed around me a few of my hardy men, and we rushed into the thickest of the enemy in search of Clavers, but it was in vain. A t that instant, his trumpet sounded the loud notes of retreat; and we saw on a knoll Clavers borne away by his men. H e threw himself on a horse, and without sword, without helmet, he fled in the first ranks of their retreating host. His troops galloped up the hill in the utmost confusion. M y little line closed with that of Burleys, and took a number of prisoners. Our main body pursued the enemy two miles, and strewed the ground with men and horses. I could see the bare-headed Clavers in front of his men, kicking and struggling up the steep sides of Calder hill. He halted only a moment on the top to look behind him, then plunged his rowels into his horse, and darted forward ; nor did he recover from his panic till he found himself in the city of Glasgow. ' And, my children,' the Laird would say, after he had told the adventures of this bloody day, 6 1 visited the field of battle next day ; I shall never forget the sight. Men and horses lay in their gory beds. I turned away from the horrible spectacle. I passed by the spot where God saved my life in the single combat, and where the unhappy Captain Arrol fell, I observed that, in the subsequent fray, the body had been trampled on by a horse, and his bowels were poured out. Thus, my children, the defence of our lives, and the regaining oi our liberty and religion, has subjected us to severe trials. Arid how great must be the love of liberty, when it carries men forward, under the impulse of self-defence, to witness the most disgusting spectacles, and to encounter the most cruel hardships of war 1' �14 i A T T L E OF B O T H W E L L BRIDGE. * Hca! Tlctojacet pietas." * * * After the ranks of the patriotic Whigs were broken by overwhelming forces, and while Dalzell and Clavers swept the south and wTest of Scotland like the blast of the desert, breathing pestilence and death—the individual wanderers betook themselves to the caves and fastnesses of their rugged country. This was their situation chiefly from A . D . 1680, to the Revolution. The Laird spent his days in seclusion ; but still he fearlessly attended the weekly assemblies in the fields, for the worship of Almighty God. What had he to fear ? — H i s estate had been confiscated. His wife arid babes stript by the life guards of the last remnant of earthly comfort which they could take away; and himself doomed as an outlaw, to be executed by the military assassins when taken. He became reckless of the world. ' I have lived,' said he in anguish, ( t o see a Prince, twice of his own choice, take the oath of the covenants to support religion, and the fundamental laws of the land. I have lived to see that Prince turn traitor to his country, and, wTith unblushing impiety order these Covenants to be burned by the hands of the executioner. I have seen him subvert the liberty of my country, both civil and religious.—I have seen him erect a bloody inquisition. The priest imposed on us by tyranny, instead of wooing us over by the loveliness of religion, have thrown off the bowels of mercy. They occupy seats in the bloody Council. They stimulate the cruelties of Lauderdale, M'Kenzie and York. Their hands are dipt in blood to the wrests. This Council will not permit us to live in peace, Our property they confiscate. �15 Our houses they convert into barracks. They drag free men into chains. They bring no witnesses of our guilt.—They invent new tortures to convert us. They employ the thumb-screws and bootkins. If we are silent they condemn us. If we confess our Christian creed, they doom us to the gibbet. Not only our sentence, but the manner of our execution is fixed before our trial. Clavers is our judge ; his dragoons are our executioners ; and these savages do still continue to employ even the sagacity of blood hounds to hunt us d o w n . — M y soul turns away from these loathsome spectacles* A t this moment his brother John entered, with looks which betrayed unusual anxiety. * M y brother,' said he, ' a trooper advances at full speed, and he is followed iby a dark column. W e have not even time to fly.— The mind of the laird like those of the rest of the wanJere is, always brightened up at the approach of danger. ' L e t us reconnoiter,' said he, ' w h a t do I see, but one trooper. And that motely crowd is but a rabble—not a troop. That trooper is not of Clavers' band ; nor does he belong to Douglas—nor to Ingles—nor to St radian's dragoons. He waves a small flag. I can discover the scarlet and blue colour of the Covenanters flag Ha ! welcome you, John Howie of Lochgoin— But what news ?—Lives our country ? Lives the good old cause P—* Glorious news,' exclaimed Howie, ' Scotland for ever ! She is free. The tyrant James has abdicated. The Stuarts are banished by an indignant nation, Orange triumphs, our wounds are binding up.—Huzza! Scotland, and King William and the Covenant for ever ! The Laird made no reply. He laid his steel cap on the ground, and threw himself on his knees; he uttered a brief prayer, in which this was the close : 6 M y bleeding country, and thy wailing kirk, and my brethren ii the furnace, have come in remembrance before thee. For ever lauded be thy name.'—Hasten to the meeting at Lesmahagow, Our friends behind me, you see, hare �16 already set o u t / said Howie. And he set out with enthusiastic ardour to spread the news. 6 These news,' said the Laird, after along pause while his eyes followed the courser over the plains of Aven— ' these news are to me as life from the dead. I have a mind to meet my old friends at Lesmahagow. And then, when serious business is despatched, we can take Both well field in our return. It will yield me at least a melancholy pleasure to visit the spot where we fought, I trust, our last battle against the enemies of our country, and of the good old cause. Serious matters of church and state having been discussed at the public meeting, the brothers found themselves, on the fourth day, on the battle ground of Bothwell. ' On that moor,' said the Laird, after a long silence •—and without being conscious of it, he had, by a kind of instinct, natural enough to a soldier, drawTn his sword, and was pointing with i t — ' On that moor the enemy first formed under Monmouth. There, on the right, Clavers led on the life-guards, breathing fury, and resolute to wipe off the disgrace of the affair of Drumclog. Dalzell formed his men on that knoll. Lord Livingstone led the van of the foeinen. W e had taken care to have Bothwell Bridge strongly secured by a barricade, and our little battery of cannon was planted on the spot below us, in order to sweep the bridge. And we did rake it The foemen's blood streamed there. Again and pgain the troops of the tyrant marched on, and our cannon annihilated their columns. Sir Robert Hamilton was our Commander-in-Chief.—The gallant general Hackston stood on that spot with his brave men. Along the river, and above the bridge, Burley's foot and captain Nisbet's dragoons were stationed. For one hour we kept the enemy in check ; they were defeated in every attempt to cross the Clyde. Livingstone sent another strong column to storm the bridge. I shall never forget the effect of one fire from our battery, whers my men stood. W e saw the line of the foe advance in �1? all the military glory of brave and beautiful men, the horses pranced—the armour gleamed. In one moment nothing was seen but a shocking mass of mortality. Human limbs, and the bodies and limbs of horses were mingled in one huge heap, or blown to a great distance. Another column attempted to cross above the bridge. Some threw themselves into the current. One welldirected fire from Burley's troops threw them into disorder, and drove them back. Meantime, while we were thus warmly engaged, Hamilton was labouring to bring down the different divisions of our main body into action; but in vain he called on Colonel Cleland's troop —in vain he ordered Henderson's to fall in—in vain he called on Colonel Fleming's. Hackstone flew from troop to troop—all was confusion ; in vain he besought, he intreated, he threatened. Our disputes and fiery misguided zeal, my brother, contracted a deep and deadly guilt that day. The Whig turned his arm in fierce heat that day against his own vitals. Our Chaplains, Cargil and King, and Kid> and Douglas, interposed again and again, Cargil mounted the pulpit; he preached concord ; he called aloud for mutual forbearance. ' Behold the banners of the enemy,' cried he, 6 hear ye not the fire of the foe, and of our brethren? Our brothers and fathers are fallen beneath their sword. Hasten to their aid. See the flag of the Covenant. See the motto in letters of gold—' Christ's Crown and the Covenant.' Hear the wailings of the bleeding Kirk. Banish discord. And let us, as a band of brothers present a bold front to the foeman—Follow me all ye who love your country and the Covenant. I go to die in the fore-front of the battle. All the ministers and officers followed him, amidst a flourish of trumpets ; but the great body remained to listen to the harangues of the factious.—We sent again and again for ammunition. M y men were at the last round. Treachery, or a fatal error, had sent a barrel of raisins instead of powder. M y heart sunk within me while I beheld the despair on the faces of my brave fellows, as I struck �18 out the head of the vessel. Hackstone called his officers to him. W e threw ourselves around him.— i What must be done ? ' said he in an agony of despair. i Conquer or die,' we said, as if with one voice. ' W e have our swords yet. Lead back the men to their places and let the ensign bear down the blue and scarlet colours. Our God and our country be the word.* Hackstone rushed forward. W e ran to our respective corps — w e cheered our men but they were languid and disspirited. Their ammunition was nearly expended, and they seemed anxious to husband what remained. They fought only with their carabines. The cannons could no more be loaded. The enemy soon perceived this. W e saw a troop of horse approach the bridge. It was that of the life-guards. I recognised the plumb of Clavers. They approached in rapid march. A solid column of infantry followed. I sent a request to Caplain Nesbit to join his troop to mine. He was in an instant with m e . — W e charged the life-guards. Our swords rung on their steel caps. — Many of our brave lads fell on all sides of me. But we hewed down the foe. They began to reel.—The whole column was kept stationary on the bridge. Clavers* dreadful voice was heard—more like the yell of a savage, than the commanding voice of a soldier. He pushed forward his men, and again we hewed them down. A third mass was pushed up. Our exhausted dragoon fled.—Unsupported, I found myself by the brave Nesbit, and Pat on, and Hackstone. W e looked for a moment's space in silence on each other. W e galloped in front of our retreating men. W e rallied them. W e pointed to the General almost alone. W e pointed to the white and to the scarlet colours floating near him. W e cried, :t God and our Country. They faced about. W e charged Clavers once more.—* Torfoot,' cried Nesbit, 6 1 dare you to the fore-front of the battle.' W e rushed up at full gallop. Our men seeing this followed also at full speed. — W e broke down the enemy's line, bearing down those Sles which we encountered. W e cut our way through �19 tliebr ranks. But they had now lengthened their frost* Superior numbers drove us in. They had gained entira possession of the bridge. Livingstone and Dalzell were actually taking us on the flank.—A band had got between us and Burley's infantry. ' M y friends,' said Hackstone to his officers, we are last on the field. We can do no more.—We must retreat.—Let us attempt, at least, to bring aid to the deluded men behind us. They have brought ruin on themselves and on us. Not Monmouth, but our own divisions have scattered us. A t this moment one of the life-guards aimed a blow at Hackstone—My sword received it—and a stroke from Ne^bit laid the foeman's hand and sword in the dust. He fainted and tumbled from the saddle. We reined our horses, and galloped to our main body. But what a scene presented itself here ! These misguided men had their eyes now fully opened on their fatal errors. The enemy were bringing up their whole force against them. I was not long a near spectator of i t ; for a ball grazed my courser. He plunged and reared --then shot off like an arrow. Several of our officers drew to the same place. On the knoll we faced about —the battle raged below us. W e beheld our commander doing every thing that a brave soldier could do with factious men against an overpowering foe. Burley and his troops were in close conflict with Clavers* dragoons. W e saw him dismount three troopers with his own hand. He could not turn the tide of battle, but he was covering the retreat of these misguided men. Before we could rejoin him, a party threw themselves in our way. Kennoway, one of Clavers' officers led them on. c Would to God that this was Graharrie himself,' some of my comrades ejaculated aloud. 6 He falls to my share,' said I , ' whoever the officer b e . ' — I advanced—he met me, I parried several thrusts, he received a cut on the left arm; and the sword by the tame stroke, shore off one of his horse's ears ; it plunged and reared. W e closed again. I received a stroke on the left shoulder. M y blow fell on his sword arm. He �20 reined his horse around, retreated a few paces, then returned at full gallop. M y courser reared instinctively as he approached ; I received his stroke on the back of my ferrara, and by a back stroke, I gave hirn a deep cut on the cheek. And before he could recover a position of defence, my sword fell with a terrible blow on his steel cap. Stunned by the blow, he bent himself forward—and, grasping the mane, he tumbled from his saddle, and his steed galloped over the field. I did not repeat the blow. His left hand presented his sword ; his right arm was disabled ; his life was given to him. M y companions having disposed of their antagonists, (and some of them had two a-piece,) we paused to see the fate of the battle. Dalzell and Livingstone were riding over the field like furies, cutting down all in their way. Monmouth was galloping from rank to rank, and calling on his men to give quarter. Clavers, to wipe off the disgrace of Drumclog, was committing dreadful havoc. * Can we not find Clavers,' said Halhead, ' no said Captain Paton, c the gallant Colonel takes care to have a solid guard of his rogues about him. I have sought him over the field; but I found him, as I now perceive him, with a mass of his guards about him. • A t this instant we saw our General, at some distance, disentangling himself from the men who had tumbled over him in the mele. His face, his hands, and clothes, were covered with gore. He had been dismounted, and was fighting on foot. W e rushed to the spot, and cheered him. Our party drove back the scattered bands of Dalzell. ' M y friends,' said Sir Robert, as we mounted him on a stray horse, ( t h e day is lost! But —you Paton ; you Brownlee of Torfoot, and you Halhead ; let not that flag fall into the hands of these incarnate devils. W e have lost the battle, but by the grace of God, neither Dalzell, nor Clavers shall say that he took our colours. M y ensign has done his duty. He is down. This sword has saved it twice. I leave it to your care. You see its perilous situation.' He pointed with his sword to the spot. W e collected �21 some of our scattered troops, and flew to the place. The standard bearer was down, but he was born upright by the mass of men who had thrown themselves in fierce contest around it. Its well known blue and scarlet colours, and its m o t t o , * CHRIST'S CROWN AND COVENANT/ in brilliant gold letters, inspired us with a sacred enthusiasm. W e gave a loud cheer to the wounded ensign, and rushed into the combat. The redemption of that flag cost the foe many a gallant man. They fell beneath our broad swords ; and, with horrible execrations dying on their lips, they gave up their souls to their Judge. Here I met in front that ferocious dragoon of Clavers, named Tam Halliday, who had more than once, in his raids, plundered my halls ; and had snatched the bread from my weeping babes. He had just seized the white staff of the flag. But his tremenduous oath of exultation, (we of the covenant never swear)—his oath had scarcely passed its polluted threshold, when this Andrew Ferrara fell on the guard of his steel and shivered it to pieces. ' Recreant loon !' said I , ' thou shalt this day remember thy evil deeds.' Another blow on his helmet laid him at his huge length, and made him bite the dust. In the mele that followed, I lost sight of him. We fought like lions—but with the hearts of Christians. While my gallant companions stemmed the tide of battle, the standard, rent to tatters, fell across my breast. I tore it from the staff, and wrapt it round my body. W e cut our way through the enemy, and carried our General off the field. Having gained a small knoll, we beheld once more the dreadful spectacle below. Thick volumes of smoke and dust rolled in a hazy cloud over the dark bands mingled in deadly fray. It was no longer a battle, but a massacre. In the struggle of my feelings I turned my eyes on the General and Paton. I saw, in the face of the latter, an indiscribable conflict of passions. His long and shaggy eye-brows were drawn over his eyes. His hand grasped his sword. ' I cannot yet leave the field �22 mid the undaunted Pa ton—' With the General* fNtf < * masion, I shall try to save some of our wretched m$o beset by those hell-hounds. W h o will go P — A t Kilsyth I saw service. When deserted by my troops, I cut my way through Montrose's men, and reached the epot where Colonels Halket and Strachan were. W e left the field together. Fifteen dragoons attacked us. W e cut down thirteen, and two fled. Thiiteen next assailed us. W e left ten on the field, and three fled. Eleven Highlanders next met us. W e paused and cheered each other: ' N o w , Johnny/ cried Halket to me, ' put forth your metal, else we are gone,' nine others we sent after their comrades, and two fled N o w , who will join this raid J'* ' I will be your leader,' said Sir Robert, as we fell into the ranks. W e marched on the enemy's flank. ' Yonder is Clavers,' said Paton, while he directed his courser on him. The bloody man was, at that moment, nearly alone, hacking to pieces some poor fellows already on their knees disarmed, and imploring hiin by the common feelings of humanity to spare their lives. He had just finished his usual oath against their * feelings of humanity,' when Paton presented himself. He instantly let go his prey and slunk back into the midst of his troopers. Having formed them, he advanced.—We formed, and made a furious onset. A t our first charge his troop reeled. Clavers was dismounted.—But at that moment Dalzell assailed us on the flank and rear.—Our men fell around us like grass before the mower. The buglemen sounded a retreat. Once more in the mele I fell in with the General and Paton, we were covered with wounds. W e directed our flight in the rear of our broken troops. By the direction of the General I * This chivalrous defence is recorded, I find, in the life of Captain Paton, in the 4 Scots Wcrthies,' Edin. edit, of A . D. 1813. This celebrated Officer was trained up to warfare in the army of Charles Gustavus, King of Sweden. This is a specimen of these heroic Whigs, who brought about the Revolution of A. D. 1688. �93 had unfurled the standard. It was born off the fie flying at the sword's point. But that honour cost wot much. I was assailed by three fierce dragoons; five followed close in the rear. I called to Pa ton,—in a moment he was by my side. I threw the standard to the General, and we rushed on the foe. They fell beneath our swords ; but my faithful steed, which had carried me through all my dangers was mortally wounded. He fell. I was thrown in among the fallen enemy. I fainted. I opened my eyes on misery. I found myself in the presence of Monmouth—a prisoner—with other wretched creatures, awaiting, in awful suspense, their ultimate destiny. * * * * W . C. B. LONG CREDIT. Soon after the battle of Preston, two Highlanders, in roaming through the south of Mid-Lothian, entered the farm-house of Swanston, near the Pentland Hills, where they found no one at home but an old woman. They immediately proceeded to search the house, anr soon finding a web of coarse home-spun cloth, made I M scruple to unroll and cut off as much as they though* would make a coat to each. The woman was exceedingly incenced at their rapacity, roared and cried, anc even had the hardihood to invoke divine vengeance upon their heads. " Ye villains ! " she cried, " ye'11 ha'e to account for this y e t ! " — 4 4 And when will we pe account for't?" asked one of the Highlanders.—" A t the 1; st day, ye blackguards ! " exclaimed the woman. ' Ta last tay !" replied the Highlander: « Tat pc cood long credit—we'll e'en pe tak a waistcoat too ! " at the same time cutting off a few additional yards of the cloth. D E A T H OF A WATCH. After the battle of Falkirk, in 1746, a Highlandman was observed extracting a gold watch from the fob at �24 an English officer who had been killed. His comrade viewed him with a greedy eye ; which the man taking notice of, said to him " T a m n you gapin1 creedy bitch, gang an* shoot a shentleman for hersel', an no en vie me o' my pit watch. Next morning finding his watch motionless, and meeting his comrade, says to him, €< Och ! she no be care muckle about a watch, an' you be like mine what will you gie me for her ? " The othe* replied, I be venture a kinny."—Weel then,*' said the other, " Shust tak her, an' welcome, for she be die yester night." CAPTAIN SILK. In a party of ladies, on it being reported that a Captain Silk had arrived in town, they exclaimed, with one exception, ' What a name for a soldier !' ' The fittest Barne in the world,' replied a witty female, ' for Silk •ever can be Worsted # \ � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 028: Title-page illustration of a soldier with his face turned to the right, sitting on a chair and holding a sword. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Narrative of the Battles of Drumclog, and Bothwell Bridge. 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Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850? Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Brownlee, Thomas, Laird of Torfoot Type The nature or genre of the resource history Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow War Bothwell Bridge, Battle of, Scotland, 1679 Drumclog, Battle of, Scotland, 1679 # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook genre: history Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): military Furniture: bench(s) Gender: man/men Occupation: soldier Weapons: sword