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Blenkinsopp in order that she may tell him what she did with his pelf.

When Corfe Castle in Dorsetshire was besieged by Cromwell's troops,
Lady Bankes conducted a heroic defense. Betrayed by one of her own
garrison, and despairing of holding out longer, she threw all the plate
and jewels into a very deep well in the castle yard, and pronounced a
curse against anyone who should try to find it ere she returned. She
then ordered the traitor to be hanged, and surrendered the place. The
treasure was never found, and perhaps later owners have been afraid of
the militant ghost of Lady Bankes.

From time immemorial, tradition had it that a great treasure was buried
near the Kibble in Lancashire. A saying had been handed down that
anyone standing on the hill at Walton-le-Dale and looking up the valley
toward the site of ancient Richester would gaze over the greatest
treasure that England had ever known. Digging was undertaken at
intervals during several centuries, until in 1841 laborers accidentally
excavated a mass of silver ornaments, armlets, neck-chains, amulets and
rings, weighing together about a thousand ounces, and more than seven
thousand silver coins, mostly of King Alfred's time, all enclosed in a
leaden case only three feet beneath the surface of the ground. Many of
these ornaments and coins are to be seen at the British Museum.

On a farm in the Scotch parish of Lesmahagow is a boulder beneath which
is what local tradition calls "a kettle full, a boat full, and a bull's
hide full of gold that is Katie Nevin's hoord." And for ages past 'tis
well known that a pot of gold has lain at the bottom of a pool at the
tail of a water-fall under Crawfurdland Bridge, three miles from
Kilmarnock. The last attempt to fish it up was made by one of the
lairds of the place who diverted the stream and emptied the pool, and
the implements of the workmen actually rang against the precious kettle
when a mysterious voice was heard to cry:

"Paw! Paw! Crawfurdland's tower's in a law."

The laird and his servants scampered home to find out whether the tower
had been "laid law," but the alarm was only a stratagem of the spirit
that did sentry duty over the treasure. When the party returned to the
pool, it was filled to the brim and the water was "running o'er the
linn," which was an uncanny thing to see, and the laird would have
nothing more to do with treasure seeking.

The people of Glenary in the Highlands long