3?6 OLD AKD NEW EDINBURGH. me West Bow.
sorely. Keeping on the defensive, Westerhall
gave way step by step, seeking to gain the advantage
of the ascent, and thus supply the defect ?of
his stature, which Writes perceiving, he bore in
close upon him hand to hand. Thus they continued
in close and mortal combat for about a
quarter of an hour, ?clearing the causeway,? so
that none could venture near them, or leave the
conveyed to their lodgings. Their wounds were
slight, save that which Writes had just received on
his head, from which several pieces of bone came
away. After he was cured, and after the death of
Hugh Lord Somerville, Privy Councillor to James
VI. (an event which occurred in 1597), these combatants
were reconciled, and their feud committed
to oblivion.
ASSEMBLY ROOMS, WEST BOW, LOOKING TOWARDS THE LAWNYARKET.
(F~om a Drawing ay Yawzes Skcnr of RztbicZaw).
shop doors; neither dared any man attempt to
part them, for every thrust and stroke of their
swords threatened all who came near. . .
Westerhall eventually was driven down, fighting
every inch of the way to the foot of the Bow; and,
having on-for riding, probably-a pair of long
black boots drawn close up, was becoming quite
weary, and stepping within a shop door, stood
there on his defence; and then the last stroke
given by Hugh Somerville nearly broke his good
sword, as it struck the stone lintel of the door,
where the mark remained for years after.
?The tome being by this tyme all in an uproar,?
they were separated by a party of halberdiers, and
Eleven years after this, in the month of June,
1605, William Thomson, a dagger-maker in the
Bow, was slain by a neighbour of his own, named
John Waterstone, who, being taken red hand, was
next day beheaded on the Castle Hill. The Earl of
Dunfermline was at that time Provost.
The arched gate at the foot of the first bend in
the Bow is distinctly shown in Rothiemay?s map
(see j. I I 2). Within this and the old city wall, on
the west side, was an ancient timber-fionted tenement,
known as ?Lord Ruthven?s Land,? being the
residence of the gloomy and daring Patrick third
Lord Ruthven, whose son was the first Earl of
Gowrie-the same dark and terrible lord who rose