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Wild Rider, relates a legend not uncommon in various parts of the country, about a Sir Ashton Lever, a lover of a descendant of the Black Knight, who seems to have rivalled him in horsemanship. Bamford, in a note, says:--
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He was an excellent bowman and a fearless rider, and tradition has handed down stories of feats of horsemanship analogous to those recited in the ballad, accompanied with sage intimations that _no horse could have carried him save one of more than earthly breed or human training_. The narrow valley of the Tame, in the neighbourhood of Ashton, is as likely as the gorge at Cliviger to be haunted by the storm-rider or the wild hunt. Singularly enough, Mr. Baines, in his History of Lancashire, relates minutely the particulars of two tremendous storms which devastated the locality, one in 1817, and the other 26 years previously. They both created much dismay, and the latter, he says, caused
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A neighbouring exposed hill is named the
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Wild Bank. Around it storms often rage with great fury. In one of the Welsh triads, we find that the
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are
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Hero of the World, Architect of Bad Weather, and Assaulter of the Hills. It has been previously shown the spectre huntsman of Dartmoor is styled the
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Popular Romances of the West of England; or the Drolls, Traditions, and Superstitions of Old Cornwall. In it I find several curious and highly interesting variations of the legend or myth of the spectre huntsman, or the furious host, which exhibit not only the connection of the Wandering Jew tradition with that of the hunt of Odin and his followers, but which I conceive throw much light upon, and, to a large extent, countenance the hypothesis I have submitted, that the legend of the celebrated black knight, or
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of Ashton-under-Lyne, retains, along with more modern additions, something of the original Aryan personification of the
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previously described. Speaking of the
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a well-known legendary hero of
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Old Cornwall,
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Who has not heard of the wild spirit of Tregeagle? He haunts equally the moor, the rocky coasts, and the blown sandhills of Cornwall. From north to south, from east to west, this doomed spirit is heard of, _and to the day of judgment he is doomed to wander_, pursued by avenging fiends. For ever endeavouring to perform some task by which he hopes to secure repose, and being for ever defeated. Who has not heard of the _howling_ of Tregeagle? When the storms come with all their strength from the Atlantic, and urge themselves upon the rocks around Land's End, _the howls of the spirit are louder than the roaring of the winds_. When calms rest upon the ocean, and the waves can scarcely form upon the resting waters, _low wailings creep along the coast. These are the wailings of this wandering soul._ When midnight is on the Moor or on the mountains, and the night winds whistle amidst the rugged cairns, _the shrieks of_ Tregeagle are distinctly heard. We know that he is _pursued by the demon dogs_, and that till day-break he must fly with all speed before them. The voice of Tregeagle is everywhere, and yet he is unseen by human eye. Every reader will at once perceive that Tregeagle _belongs to the mythologies of the oldest nations_, and that _the traditions of this wandering spirit_ in Cornwall, _which centre upon_ ONE TYRANNICAL MAGISTRATE, _are but the appropriation of stories which belong to every age and country_.
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Black Knight, to have been a relatively recent _bonâ fide_
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and a
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and
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At his death the fiends were anxious to get immediate possession of the soul of this
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but the hardened murderer, terrified at his fate,
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On one occasion it is said that his wandering spirit actually gave evidence in a court of justice, when the fiends in vain endeavoured to carry him off. The power of the priesthood prevailed, but only with the condition attached that the wretched sinner should undertake