He came from the Cheviot Hills, and was always fretting for the border life: so he gladly fell in with the proposal your father made him.

One summer morning he said he was going to herd the lambs on Latrigg Fell, but he went to Egremont.

Your father had gone there a week before; but he came back that night, and met me at Ravenglass.

We were married in Egremont church, by Parson Sellafield, and went to Whitehaven, where we lived quietly and happily for many a week.

Pattison witnessed our marriage, and then, with gold in his pocket, took the border road.