The little streams which enter the South Tyne up to this point flow through wild and romantic glens, two of them owning the Celtic names of Glen Cune and Glen Dhu.

The family of Featherstonehaugh is one of the oldest in the North; and it was concerning the death of one of this family—­Sir Albany Featherstonehaugh, who was High Sheriff of Northumberland in the days of Henry VIII.—­that Mr. Surtees, the antiquary, wrote the well-known ballad, which, when Surtees gave it him, deceived even Sir Walter Scott into thinking it genuinely ancient.  The first verse of the ballad shows with what a verve and swing the lines go.

  “Hoot awa’, lads, hoot awa’
  Ha’ ye heard how the Ridleys, an’ Thirlwalls, an’ a’
  Ha’ set upon Albany Featherstonehaugh;
  And taken his life at the Deadmanshaw? 
  There was Willimoteswick,
  And Hard-riding Dick,
  An’ Hughie o’ Hawdon, an’ Will o’ the Wa’
  I canno’ tell a’, I canno’ tell a’
  And mony a mair that the de’il may knaw.”

The ruins of Bellister Castle stand against a sombre background of woods, only a little way from Haltwhistle.  The Castle once belonged to the Blenkinsopp family, who also owned Blenkinsopp Castle, about two miles away.  The name was formerly spelt Blencan’s-hope—­the hope being valley or hollow—­and the Castle, like many other places, has its legendary “White Lady.”

Haltwhistle is a little straggling town lying on both sides of the main road above the South Tyne, where it is joined by the Haltwhistle Burn.  By going up the valley of this pretty little stream we shall arrive near the Roman station of AEsica, on the Wall.  The town of Haltwhistle is peaceful enough now, but it had a stirring existence in the days when Ridleys, Armstrongs, and Charltons, to say nothing of the men of Liddesdale and Teviotdale, had so strong a partiality for a neighbour’s live-stock and so ready a hand with arrow and spear.  In the old ballad of “The Fray of Hautwessel,” we are told that

“The limmer thieves o’ Liddesdale Wadna leave a kye in the haill countrie, But an[3] we gi’e them the cauld steel, Our gear they’ll reive it a’ awaye, Sae pert they stealis, I you saye.  O’ late they came to Hautwessel, And thowt they there wad drive a fray.  But Alec Ridley shot too well.” [Footnote 3:  But an = unless.]

The most notable feature of present-day Haltwhistle is the finely placed parish church, of which the chancel is the oldest part, having been built in the twelfth century, so that it was already an old church when Edward I. rested here for a night in 1306, on his way to Scotland for the last time.  When William the Lion of Scotland returned from his captivity, after being taken prisoner at Alnwick in 1174, he founded the monastery of Arbroath in thanksgiving for his freedom, and bestowed on the monks the church of Haltwhistle.

All that remains of the old Castle, or “Haut-wysill Tower,” is the building standing near the Castle Hill, which latter has been fortified by earthworks.  The Red Lion Hotel is a modernised pele-tower.  The general aspect of the place is singularly bare and bleak; but from several points in the town, notably from the churchyard terrace, fine views of the river valley may be obtained.