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O meikle dolour sall ye dree.

And aye the salt seas o'er ye'se swim:

And far mair dolour sall ye dree

On Estmere crags, when ye them climb

I weird ye to a fiery beast,

And relieved sall ye never be,

Till Kempion, the kingis son,

Cum to the crag, and thrice kiss thee."

O meikle dolour did she dree,

And aye the salt seas o'er she swam;

And far mair dolour did she dree

On Estmere crags, when she them clamb.

And aye she cried for Kempion,

Gin he would but come to her hand.
Now word has gane to Kempion,

That sicken a beast was in his land.
"Now, by my sooth," said Kempion,
"This fiery beast I'll gang and see."
"And by my sooth said Segramour,
"My ae brother, I'll gang wi' thee."
Then bigged hae they a bonny boat,

And they hae set her to the sea;

But a mile before they reached the shore,

Around them she gared the red fire flee.

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"O out of my den I winna rise,

Nor flee it for the fear o' thee, Till Kempion, that courteous knight, Cum to the crag, and thrice kiss me."

He's louted him o'er the lofty crag,

And he has gi'en her kisses three; Awa she gaed, and again she cam, The loveliest ladye e'er could be!

"And by my sooth," says Kempion,

"My ain true love, (for this is she,) They surely had a heart o' stane,

Could put thee to such misery.

O was it warwolf* in the wood?
Or was it mermaid in the sea?
Or was it man or vile woman,

My ain true love, that mis-shaped thee ?"

"It wasna warwolf in the wood,

Nor was it mermaid in the sea; But it was my wicked step-mother, And wae and weary may she be !"

"O, a heavier weird shall light her on, Than ever fell on vile woman; Her hair shall grow rough,

And her teeth grow lang,

And on her four feet shall she gang.

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[Sir Walter Scott says the ballad of Kempion seems, from the names of the personages and the nature of the adventure, to have been an old metrical romance degraded into a ballad by the lapse of time and the corruption of reciters. The allusion to the "arblast bow" would seem to affix the composition to a remote date. This curious old legend, or a similar one, has been preserved in several different ballads; one is said to date as far back as 1270, by Duncan Frazier, and another of modern date by Motherwell.]

* Warwolf signifies a magician, possessing the power of transforming himself into a wolf, for the purpose of ravage and destruction.

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THE CAPTURE OF JOE BETTYS. ALTHOUGH the event of which we are about to speak created no peculiar excitement at the time out of the immediate neighborhood of its occurrence, and has been noticed by but few historians, yet it was one of manifold importance to the inhabitants of a large and thickly-settled section of the country, where it occasioned the most intense interest for a time.

aside all vestiges of humanity, and, guided by all the dictates of a fiendish nature, without the slightest compunctions of conscience, or feelings of pity or commisseration, he ranged the neighborhood of his early home, becoming a scourge to his former friends and neighbors. Possessed of an uncommon amount of shrewdness and intelligence for one in his station in life, powerful and athletic, cold, revengeful and cruel, inflexible in his determination, untiring in his purposes, and knowing no fear, he was well calculated to excite terror among the people of the border settlements. With a desperate boldness seldom equaled, he eschewed all disguises, and made his appearance openly in the midst of the

Joseph or "Joe" Bettys, as he was commonly called, was a resident of Ballston when the Revolution commenced, and early took sides with the Republicans. A sergeant's warrant was procured for him, and he joined Colonel Wynkoop's regiment; but his temper and disposition were so intractible that he was soon re-settlers-sometimes alone, at others accompaduced to the ranks for some act of insubordination. His friends, however, knowing his character for determined bravery and courage, and unwilling that his services should be lost to the country, procured another warrant for him, and had him transferred to the fleet, under Arnold, on Lake Champlain. In the naval battle which soon afterward occurred he eminently distinguished himself for daring and indomitable gallantry, and, all the officers on board his vessel having been killed or wounded, he took the command himself, and fought her with the utmost intrepidity, until General WaterburyArnold's second in command-was obliged to order him to repair with the survivors of his crew on board of his own vessel. Here he continued to fight with the reckless contempt of danger peculiar to his disposition, until this vessel in turn became crippled, the General wounded, most of the crew killed, and only Bettys and two others left in a fighting condition, when it was surrendered to the enemy.

The prisoners were taken to Canada, and while there Bettys was seduced from his allegiance, and entered the service of the enemies of his country, with the rank of ensign. His intimate knowledge of the country rendered his services as a messenger and a spy-in which capacities he was almost constantly employed-of great value, and his fearful and bloodthirsty disposition made him a formidable enemy. During one of his missions he was captured, and narrowly escaped the gallows. He had been condemned to suffer death, but the entreaties of his aged parents, and the influence of many friends, obtained a pardon at the hands of General Washington. Instead of feeling grateful for this act of generosity, his feelings were very much embittered by the danger he had escaped, and he lost no time in regaining the ranks of the enemy. From this time he seemed to have cast

nied by kindred spirits and never taking his departure without leaving mourning, misery and sorrow in his track. He proclaimed himself an outlaw, and dared any to attempt his capture, saying he was as careless of his own life as he should be of the lives of those who should undertake such a task. He declared that he would never be taken alive, and that his death would be fearfully avenged by his followers upon the heads of those who should cause it. It is not to be wondered at, therefore, that his name became as terrific to the settlers as were those of the bold buccaneers of old to the inhabitants of the Spanish Main, or that he should for a time be successful in his murderous forays against the Republicans. He seized the persons of many of the most influential and active Whigs, whom he carried to Canada, subjecting them to the most cruel and inhuman treatment by the way. Such as he entertained a particular resentment against lost their dwellings by fire, and sometimes their lives. His boldness and audacity had so increased by the success of his expeditions that, on one occasion, he made an eruption into the city of Albany, for the purpose of abducting the person of General Schuyler. There were those, however, bold and fearless enough to undertake his capture, and many were the attempts made for that purpose before success crowned the effort. It was successful at last, and occurred in the following manner: Three men, residents of Ballston, hearing that a suspicious stranger had been seen, thoroughly armed, and on snow shoes, making his way toward the house of a well-known loyalist, and satisfied of the identity of the man, determined to make a bold and strenuous effort to take him alive. Their names were Corey, Perkins and Fulmer; and, having armed themselves, they started in pursuit. The trail led them by a circuitous route to the house of the Tory before mentioned, which they ap

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proached with the utmost circumspection; and, upon peering into the windows, they discovered the object of their search seated at the table, discussing a hearty meal. He seemed prepared for an emergency, for his pistols lay on either side of him, ready to his hand, while his rifle stood between his knees, the muzzle resting in the hollow of his shoulder. Having arranged their plan, they suddenly burst open the door, and in an instant were upon the miscreant, who did not yield without a fearful contest. He attempted to discharge his rifle, but having neglected to remove the deerskin covering of the lock, did not succeed in so doing; and before he

could seize his pistols he was himself seized in the powerful grasp of two of the intrepid men, while the third presented his bayonet at his breast, threatening him with instant death if he did not surrender. Unarmed as he was, it cost a herculean struggle to overcome him, and bind his limbs beyond the possibility of escape. The three were an overmatch for him, however, and he was at length secured. After awhile he requested permission to smoke, and as he was lighting his pipe he was seen to cast something into the fire, which was immediately seized, and proved to be a hollow ball, containing a message in cypher to Sir Henry Clinton, with an

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