Anecdotage of Glasgow
The bluidy neuk at Carmyle
THE following traditionary tragic
story was recorded by the famous Glasgow rambler, Mr. Hugh Macdonald.
On visiting Carmyle for the first
time, a goodly number of years since, we were conducted to a waste spot
in the vicinity, which, in bygone days, was the scene of a melancholy
tragedy. The story, as told to us, was briefly as follows :In the olden
time there livedthe one at Carmyle, the other at Kenmuirtwo young men
who had been from boyhood bosom friends. Similar in tastes and
dispositions, nothing ever happened to mar the harmony of their
intercourse ; and, in weal or in woe, they seemed destined to be all in
all to each other throughout life.
At length, however, a stranger
maiden came to reside in the village, and, as fate would have it, the
youths fell simultaneously in love with her. The friends were rivals.
One was preferred: the other, of course rejected. The unfortunate
suitor, frorn an affectionate friend became all at once"such power has
slighted love "transformed into the most bitter enemy. Meeting by
accident one day at the spot alluded to, angry words passed between the
two who lately would have died for each other. Swords were ultimately
drawn, and one fell mortally wounded. Filled with remorse at what, in
his blind passion, he had done, the other, in a fit of anguish, laid
violent hands upon himself, and both were found lying dead among the
summer flowers, whch were stained with their life-blood.
What afterwards befell the fair
and innocent cause of all their woe tradition sayeth not; but the
friends, who had been so unfortunately and fatally estranged, were laid
by their mourning relatives at peace in one grave, dug at the place
where they fell, which has ever since been known as the Bluidy Neuk.
A ferruginous spring in the neighbourhood was long looked upon with
horror by the good folks of the village, who saw in the red oxydised
earth around it a mysterious connection with the blood that had been
An old lady who was born in
Carmyle informed us that the spot was reckoned "no canny," and that in
her youth he would have been considered a bold individual who would have
ventured there alone after nightfall. So regardless of such matters,
however, have modern agriculturists become, that within the last few
years the plough has been driven over the spot, and at the time of our
visit (about forty years ago) there was a fine fresh braird waving green
over the Bluidy Neuk.
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