DURHAM.

LAMBTON : WORM WELL.

THE park and manor-house of Lambton, belonging to a family of the same name, lie on the banks of the Wear, to the north of Lumley. The family is a very ancient one, much older, it is believed, than the twelfth century, to which date its pedigree extends. The old castle was dismantled in 11 797, when a site was adopted for the present mansion on the north bank of the swiftly-flowing Wear, in a situation of exceeding beauty. The park also contains the ruin of a chapel, called Brugeford, or Bridge-ford, close to one of the bridges which span the Wear.

Long, long ago--some say about the fourteenth century--the young heir of Lambton led a careless and profane life, regardless alike of his duties to God and man, and in particular neglecting to attend Mass, that he might spend his Sunday mornings in fishing. One Sunday, while thus engaged, having cast his line into the Wear many times without success, he vented his disappointment in curses loud and deep, to the great scandal of the servants and tenantry as they passed by to the Chapel at Brugeford.

Soon afterwards he felt something tugging at his line, and, trusting he had at last secured a fine fish, he exerted all his skill and strength to bring his prey to land. But what were his horror and dismay on finding that, instead of a fish, he had only caught a worm of most unsightly appearance ! He hastily tore the thing from his hook, and flung it into a well close by, which is still known by the name of the Worm Well.

The young heir had scarcely thrown his line again into the stream when a stranger, of venerable appearance, passing by, [69] asked him what sport he had met with, to which he replied, "Why, truly, I think I have caught the devil himself. Look in, and judge." The stranger looked, and remarked that he had never seen the like of it before ; that it resembled an eft, only it had nine holes on each side of its mouth; and, finally, that he thought it boded no good.

The worm remained unheeded in the well, till it outgrew so confined a dwelling-place. It then emerged, and betook itself by day to the river, where it lay coiled round a rock in the middle of the stream, and by night to a neighbouring hill, round whose base it would twine itself; while it continued to grow so fast that it soon could encircle the hill three times. This eminence is still called the Worm Hill. It is oval in shape, on the north side of the Wear, and about a mile and a half from old Lambton Hall.

The monster now became the terror of the whole country side. It sucked the cows' milk, worried the cattle, devoured the lambs, and committed every sort of depredation on the helpless peasantry. Having laid waste the district on the north side of the river, it crossed the stream and approached Lambton Hall, where the old lord was living, alone and desolate. His son had repented of his evil life, and had gone to the wars in a distant country. Some authorities tell us he had embarked as a crusader for the Holy Land.

On hearing of their enemy's approach, the terrified household assembled in a council. Much was said, but to little purport, till the steward, a man of age and experience, advised that the large trough which stood in the courtyard should immediately be filled with milk. This was done without delay; the monster approached, drank the milk, and, without doing further harm, returned across the Wear to wrap his giant form around his favourite hill. The next day he was seen recrossing the river; the trough was hastily filled again, and with the same results. It was found that the milk of "nine kye" was needed to fill the trough; and if this quantity was not placed there every day regularly, and in full measure, the worm would break out into a violent rage, lashing its tail round the trees in the park, and tearing them up by the roots.

After seven long years, however, the heir of Lambton returned home, a sadder and a wiser man--returned to find the broad lands of his ancestors waste and desolate, his people oppressed, and well-nigh exterminated, his father sinking into the grave, over [70] whelmed with care and anxiety. He took no rest, we are told, till he had crossed the river and surveyed the worm as it lay coiled round the foot of the hill; then, hearing how its former opponents had failed, he took counsel in the matter from a sibyl, or wise woman.

At first the sibyl did nothing but upbraid him for having brought this scourge upon his house and neighbourhood ; but when she perceived that he was indeed penitent, and desirous, at any cost, to remove the evil he had caused, she gave him her advice and instructions. He was to get his best suit of mail studded thickly with spear-heads, to put it on, and thus armed, to take his stand on the rock in the middle of the river, there to meet his enemy, trusting the issue to Providence and his good sword. But she charged him, before going to the encounter, to take a vow that, if successful, he would slay the first living thing that met him on his way homewards. Should he fail to fulfil this vow. she warned him that for nine generations no lord of Lambton would die in his bed.

The heir, now a belted knight, made the vow in Brugeford Chapel ; he studded his armour with the sharpest spear-heads, and, unsheathing his trusty sword, took his stand on the rock in the middle of the Wear. At the accustomed hour the worm uncoiled its "snaky twine," and wound its way towards the hall, crossing the river close by the rock on which the knight was standing eager for the combat. He struck a violent blow upon the monster's head as it passed, on which, the creature, "irritated and vexed," though apparently not injured, flung its tail round him, as if to strangle him in its coils.

In the words of a local poet :

The worm shot down the middle stream
Like a flash of living light,
And the waters kindled round his path
In rainbow colours bright.

But when he saw the armed knight
He gathered all his pride,
And, coiled in many a radiant spire,
Rode buoyant o'er the tide.

When he darted at length his dragon Strength
An earthquake sbook the rock
And the fire-flakes bright fell round the knight
As unmoved he met the shock.

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Though his heart was stout it quailed, no doubt
His very life-blood ran cold
As round and round the wild worm wound
In many a grappling fold.

Now was seen the value of the sibyl's advice. The closer the worm wrapped him in its folds, the more deadly were its self-inflicted wounds, till at last the river ran crimson with its gore. Its strength thus diminished, the knight was able at last with his good sword to cut the serpent in two; the severed part was immediately borne away by the swiftness of the current, and the worm, unable to reunite itself, was utterly destroyed.

During this long and desperate conflict, the household of Lambton had shut themselves within doors to pray for their young lord, he having promised that, when it was over, he would, if conqueror, blow a blast on his bugle. This would assure his father of his safety, and warn them to let loose the favourite hound, which they had destined as the sacrifice on the occasion, according to the sibyl's requirements and the young lord's vow. When, however, the bugle notes were heard within the halls, the old man forgot everything but his son's safety, and, rushing out of doors, ran to meet the hero and embrace him. The heir of Lambton was thunderstruck. What could he do? It was impossible to lift his hand against his father ; yet how else to fulfil his vow. In his perplexity he blew another blast ; the bound was let loose, it bounded to its master; the sword, yet reeking with the monster's gore, was plunged into its heart; but all in vain. The vow was broken, the sibyl's prediction fulfilled, and the curse lay upon the house of Lambton for nine generations.--Bishoprick Garland.

Worm Well is a wishing well, wherein pins are dropped as offerings.

DARLINGTON: HELL-KETTLES.

The above is the name of three deep pits at Oxen-le-Hall, in the parish of Darlington. Many fabulous traditionary tales are told of them. It is said that they are bottomless ; that the water is hot in consequence of reverberation ; that geese and ducks thrown therein have discovered subterraneous passages to the river Tees, etc. Harrison (I577) calls them "three little poles, w'ch the people call the Kettles of Hell, or ye Devil's Kettles, as if he should seethe soules of sinfull men and women in them; [72] they adde also that ye spirits have oft beene harde to cry and yell about them."

Many centuries ago the owner, or occupier, of the fields where the Hell-Kettles are situate, was going to lead his hay on the feast day of St. Barnabas (June 11), and being remonstrated with on the impiety of the act by some more pious neighbour, he used the rhymes :

Barnaby yea! Barnaby nay!
A cartload of hay, whether God will or nay.

when instantly he, his carts and horses, were all swallowed up in the pools; where they may still be seen, on a fine day and clear water, many fathoms deep.--Denham Tracts.

PIERSE BRIDGE : PEG POWLER.

The spirit, nymph or demon who inhabits the river Tees is known as Peg Powler. Wonderful stories are told at Pierse-bridge, of her dragging naughty children into its deep waters when playing, despite the orders and threats of their parents, on its banks, especially on Sunday.--Ibid.

JARROW : BEDE'S WELL.

About a mile to the west of Jarrow, near Newcastle-on-Tyne, there is a well called Bede's Well, to which, as late as the year 1740, it was a prevailing custom to bring children troubled with any disease or infirmity ; a crooked pin was put in, and the well laved dry (sic) between each dipping. My informant has seen twenty children brought on a Sunday to be dipped in this well, at which also, on Midsummer Eve, there was a great resort of neigh-bouring people, with bonfires, music, etc.--Brand's H. of Newcastle, ii., 54.