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Updated: June 8, 2025
April in the hills, with the curlews crying far out on the moorside, past the Red Ground my grandfather wrought, and where again the heather will creep down, rig on rig, for all the stone dykes, deer fences, and tile drains that ever a man put money in.
On our way to Ryedale, the loveliest of these, we pass through Kirby Moorside, a little town which has gained a place in history as the scene of the death of the notorious George Villiers, second Duke of Buckingham, on April 17, 1687. Kirkdale, with its world-renowned cave, to which we have already referred, lies about two miles to the west.
It was Philip's plan that after they had been married in Kirk Moorside church, he and his Sylvia, his cousin, his love, his wife, should go for the day to Robin Hood's Bay, returning in the evening to the house behind the shop in the market-place.
The horse was fastened to a stake that once had been the bole of an ancient willow. It grazed around somewhere would be a master.... Presently Strickland's eye found the latter a man lying upon the moorside, just above the water. Again with a shock and thrill though not like the first it came to him who it was. The laird of Glenfernie lay very still, his eyes upon the Kelpie's Pool.
He died on April 16th, 1687, at Kirkby Moorside, after a few days' illness, caused by sitting on the damp grass when heated from a fox chase. Here I passed away a little time more talking with him and Creed, whom I met there, and so away, Creed walking with me to White Hall, and there I took water and stayed at Michell's to drink.
'I never dreamt of seeing you here. I thought my aunt always went to Kirk Moorside. 'I came with Molly Corney, said Sylvia. 'Mother is staying at home with feyther. 'How's his rheumatics? asked Philip. But at the same moment Molly took hold of Sylvia's hand, and said 'A want t' get round and speak to Charley.
But he felt more, perhaps, than any other lad of the moorside could have felt. There was, at all times, a natural responsiveness in him of a strange kind, vibrating rather to pain than joy. He stood by her, embarrassed, yet drawn to her waiting, too, as it seemed to him, for something more that must be coming.
Frequently, too, in the course of the year, Sylvia would accompany one or other of her parents to Scarby Moorside afternoon service, when the hay was got in, and the corn not ready for cutting, or the cows were dry and there was no afternoon milking.
When we remember that the last wolf was killed in Scotland in the seventeenth century, that Africa is still adding to the list of living animals, and that the caves at Kirkdale, near Kirby Moorside, revealed the bones of elephants, tigers, hyenas, and rhinoceroses, in an excellent state of preservation, though they were all broken, we are inclined to believe that these strange stories may have had some basis of fact.
But there was no unusual aspect of gladness on her face, as she lighted the candle to give them a more cheerful welcome. 'Wheere's feyther? said Sylvia, looking round the room for Daniel. 'He's been to Kirk Moorside Church, for t' see a bit o' th' world, as he ca's it. And sin' then he's gone out to th' cattle; for Kester's ta'en his turn of playing hissel', now that father's better.
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