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are cooked by a servant, whose business it is to attend to the bortstue and cook for the people. The space above is divided into bedrooms, each with a window; and the doors lead into a covered gallery open at the side, such as we still see in some of the old inns in London, and in this gallery the bed-clothes are hung out daily, whatever be the weather.”
In our short intercourse with the dwellers in the bothy, you must have remarked the difference in dialect from that of the more northern districts of Scotland. Not only in Angus, but throughout Aberdeenshire and Mearns, the same marked peculiarity prevails. This is accounted for from the fact that these counties originally formed the chief part of the Pictish nation, being in consequence less subject to the invasion of the English, but more exposed to the adventurous raids of the wild yet chivalrous hordes of the north of Europe. Dr Jamieson, who spent the greater part of his life in Angusshire, thus alludes to the subject in his introduction to his "Scottish Dictionary; "-" Having resided for many years in the county of Angus, where the old Scottish is spoken with as great purity as anywhere in Great Britain, I collected a vast number of words unknown in the southern and western dialects of Scotland. Many of these I found the classical terms in the language of Iceland, Sweden, and Denmark."
After a very pleasant and enjoyable walk, we have now come in sight of the pretty village of Newtyle, nestling in its sweet, quiet beauty beneath the friendly shadow of Kinpurnie Hill, with its celebrated Observatory on its extreme summit, being the most conspicuous object in the long rugged range of the Sidlaw Hills. In ancient historical records, the name of this parish is given as Newtyld, originating doubtless from tyle, or tyld, or grey slates having been found in great abundance on almost every hill in the neighbourhood of the village. The hills in the parish are severally named Kinpurnie, Hatton, Newtyle, and Keillor, all bearing the same remarkable characteristic of being clothed with beautiful green, while all
the surrounding mountains are bleak and barren to their tops.
The Castle of Hatton, or Halltown, is beautifully situated on the north-west base of the hill of Hatton, in the glack of Newtyle, commanding an extensive and uninterrupted view of the valley of Strathmore, and the far-famed Grampian mountains beyond. This once splendid Castle, now in ruins, was built in 1575 by Lord Oliphant, and appears to have been originally a fortified residence of great strength and beauty. The massive tower and walls, which still effectually defy the blast of time, embosomed among umbrageous, venerable trees, form a very picturesque and striking feature in a landscape distinguished above all others for its remarkable combination of the soft and the beautiful with the romantic and sublime.
Easter and Wester Keilor, situated in Newtyle and the adjoining parish of Kettins, were anciently a portion of the earldom of Strathearn. Randulph de Kelore, who is designed of Forfarshire, and who, according to Jervise, did homage to King Edward at two different times during the year 1296— first at the Castle of Kildrummy, in Aberdeenshire, and next at Berwick-upon-Tweed (Rag. Roll. 111, 126; Prynne, 654; Palgrave, 196) had doubtless been a vassal of the Earls of Strathearn. From this period the same authority traces the surname of Keilor to 1384, when John of Kelor, the last of the family who held 'lands in Angus, parted with his patrimonial estate to John of Ardillar, or Ardler. Keilor afterwards passed into the hands successively of the Harkers and Ogilvys until, in 1645, it fell to Susan, heiress of her brother, Alexander Haldane, who was of the Haldanes of Gleneagles, in Perthshire, more anciently of Hadden, or Haldane Rigg, on the Border, from which place the name was assumed. It is in reference either to these Haldanes of Keilor, or to those in the neighbourhood of Alyth, that tradition says that, in consequence of some act of kindness which was shown by one of "the auld guidwives" to King James when he was
travelling incognito in that district, the patrimonial estate of the family was increased by royal grant, and held upon this curious tenure :
"Ye Haddens o' the Moor, ye pay nocht
But a hairen tither*-if it's socht
A red rose at Yule, and a sna' ba' at Lammas."
Keilor passed from the Haldanes to the Hallyburtons of Pitcur, and is now the property of Lord Wharncliffe.
On the side of the Hill of Keilor a hamlet still bears the name of "Chapel Keilor." No remains of any ancient place of worship exists, but the meaning of the word keil or killard being a church or burial place situated upon an eminence, it is more than probable that at some remote period there had been a sanctuary and place of burial in the immediate neighbourhood of this sequestered little hamlet on the hill. In support of this theory, the antiquarian scholar is referred to the ancient sepulchral remains which have been found at different times near "the chapel," and upon the Hill of Keilor. Not far from this hamlet, curiously embellished with the rude outlines of a wild boar, stands conspicuously to view one of those famous sculptured monuments of the ancient inhabitants of the more northerly parts of Scotland.
Some of those curious subterraneous dwellings called weems or peght's houses, having been discovered about sixty years ago on the adjoining lands of Achtertyre, adds considerably to the interesting associations of the district. One of these was discovered in so singular a manner, that I am constrained to relate to you the mirth-provoking particulars thereof, the recital of which may pleasantly beguile the time as we slowly ascend the zig-zag sheep walk on our way to the summit of Kinpurnie Hill. Thus sings the poet :
"Some fifty years ago, or less,
A pair were thrown in great distress;
* A rope made of hair.
The fuel they burn'd no ashes gave,
Right through the floor, and from her eyes,
"One lad, howe'er, with courage strong,
On seeing a crevice black and long,
And, on descending saw a weem,
Of length and build that few could dream.
Strewn here and there were guerns and bones
Strange cups, and hammers made of stones,
And tiny flints for bow or spear
Charr'd corn, and wood, and other gear.
""Twas a Peght's House (as some these call),
We have now reached the top of the Hill, and can survey at our leisure, the attractively beautiful scene around. But, first of all, let us inspect the Observatory, built, as previously noticed, by the good and learned Mr Mackenzie, of Belmont Castle, a great lover and successful cultivator of mathematics, algebra, and astronomy. It is a noble-looking tower, although only the four walls remain. On the western turret a light
ning rod, with the four cardinal points at the top, seems in excellent preservation. Inside, it is entirely gutted; nothing being left to indicate for what purpose it was originally built. Lord Wharncliffe should be recommended to renovate the old tower, and put it in proper condition, in memory of Mr Mackenzie, from whom, through the marriage of the first Earl of Bute with Agnes, eldest daughter of Sir George Mackenzie of Rosehaugh, he derived his Scotch estates.
How fine the effect of the bleating of lambs, the singing of birds, blent with the melancholy sound of the moaning wind among the waving branches of the dark mountain pines clustering like guardian angels around the old tower! How grand the swell of the southern double range of the Sidlaws, some of the higher and more mountainous, beautifully wooded to their summits, with the Law and the estuary of the Tay in the far distance, and the white crested billows of the German Ocean beyond! In a lone, sequestered hollow to the west, under the shadow of the northern range of the Sidlaws, and beneath the hill of Keilor, reposes Lundie Loch; and as the rays of the evening sun now gild with golden beauty its calm and peaceful waters, it seems like a scene in fairyland, the elfins in their gossamer robes of silver sheen being only awanting to complete the picture.
Far away in the west, "by dim Rannoch's shore," beside his dwarf attendant, Farragon, crowned with his diadem of sparkling snow, and asserting his supremacy as monarch of the northern mountains, the towering, conical, isolated form of the far-famed Schiehallion appears in majestic grandeur athwart the deep blue sky, his sharp, shining summit piercing the driving clouds as with a javelin or spear, and appearing as if it had reached the very gates of heaven! Along the Grampians, and directly in front of us, rises Catlaw, the grim sentinel of the mountains, looming Cairn-a-Month, and darkfrowning Mount Blair, their shaggy summits still capped with the winter snows, which sparkle with a diamond lustre as a beautiful reflex of the glories of the setting sun.