ountry.

If its old walls could speak, what, for instance, might they not have
told of Jacobite plottings? Beneath its roof was held many a meeting of
the supporters of the King "over the water," James the Eighth; and here,
riding up from Dilston, not seldom came the unfortunate Earl of
Derwentwater, to take part in the Jacobite deliberations. The young lord
and the horse he usually rode were figures familiar and welcome to the
country folk around, and at the inn they were as well known as was the
landlord himself. It was not long after a secret meeting held here in
the earlier half of the year 1715 that the warrants were issued which
led to Derwentwater's flight from Dilston, and precipitated the Rising
that within a few months rolled so many gallant heads in the dust of the
scaffold.

It might perhaps have been better for Lord Derwentwater had he been
less beloved in Northumberland, and had his devoted admirers been unable
to send him notice of the coming of the warrant for his arrest. He might
not then have had opportunity to commit himself so deeply; and there
might have been a romantic and pathetic figure the less in the doleful
history of that unhappy period. As it was, he had time to get clear
away, and was able to lie securely hid, partly in farmhouses, partly
near Shaftoe Crags, till the news reached him that Forster had raised
the standard of rebellion. On 6th October 1715, at the head of a little
company of gentlemen and armed servants, he joined Forster at Greenrig.

A poor affair at the best, this muster in Northumberland; and though the
county was seething with excitement, and a few notable men went out with
the Earl, his personal following did not exceed seventy in all. Then
followed the march which ended so disastrously in pitiful surrender at
Preston that fatal November day. However gallant personally, Forster was
an incapable soldier, no leader of men, and General Wills had but to
spread wide his net to sweep in the bulk of the insurgents--Forster,
Derwentwater, Kenmure, Nithsdale, Carwath, Wintoun, and men less exalted
in rank by the score and the hundred. The bag was a heavy one, that day
of disaster to the Stuart cause; and alas, for many of those who filled
it! Alas, too, for the wives and the mothers who sat at home, waiting!
Not to everyone was given the opportunity to dare all for husband or
son; to few came such chance as was seized by the Countess of Nithsdale,
who so contrived that her husb