A FEW years ago,
when I worked as a journalist for a regional newspaper, I wrote a series of
articles on haunted places in Dumfries and Galloway. The research was
intriguing, compelling and altogether fascinating. This is one of those
strange-but-true stories that I will never forget. It is a tale that is very
much believed by a family who truly feel that they are haunted by their past.
The picture was taken by the very talented Jim McEwan who, no doubt, was forced
to trudge through the undergrowth at my behest.
CENTURIES of history in Dumfries and Galloway have not passed
without their fair share of blood-letting and horror.
With soil, coin and
title affording ultimate power, the people of these lands have witnessed
terrible atrocities in the names of renown and revenge.
It is surprising,
therefore, to come across a tale that is so gruesome and horrific, that it is
barely believable, but it is one born out of accident rather than malicious
intent.
The incident has
been well documented in official records and most members of the Jardine clan
have at least heard whispers of the terrible fate that befell one James
Porteous some time in the 1650s.
It was around this
time that Sir Alexander Jardine ruled Applegirth from his stronghold known
as Spedlins Tower, near Lockerbie.
A miller called
James Porteous was accused of burning down his mill and was confined to a
prison in the tower.
“He was kept inside
what is called a bottle-neck dungeon,” Sir Alec, head of today’s Jardine said. “This
dungeon was approximately 10 feet deep with a base of six foot in
circumference. The neck was only two feet across. Porteous was thrown into
it and the door was locked above his head.”
All was well until
Sir Alexander was called to a sudden and unexpected meeting in Edinburgh. He
set off as usual on his lengthy journey that may have taken him four or five
days.
It was not until he
was passing through the gates of the city that he noticed he was carrying the
gate keeper’s large bundle of keys.
To his horror, Sir
Alexander realised that he had taken with him the only key to the sturdy door
that the hapless Porteous had been confined beneath.
Meanwhile, at Spedlins
Tower, the poor miller screamed out against his terrible suffering: “Let me
oot! Let me oot! I’m starving! Give me food and water! Let me oot!”
But his pitiful
pleas were to no avail, for there was no key to the heavy door and the jail had
become a tomb.
Despite Sir
Alexander’s attempts to send a man back swiftly to relieve the prisoner of his
agony, he was too late in his efforts.
The servant found
the sorry Porteous in the dungeon dead. In desperation, the miller —
insane with the horror of his ordeal — had gnawed off his own hands.
It was not long
before the ghost of Porteous moved in to Spedlins Tower and all hell broke
loose.
The angry spirit,
who became known as “Dunty” (or “one who knocks”), screamed his complaints
across the halls and stairwells of the tower.
One account says
that he “rattled chains, banged on doors and moaned incessantly”, making life
obviously unbearable for its terrified owners.
Unable to endure
any more of Dunty’s shrieking, Sir Alexander sought the help of the family
chaplain who performed an exorcism of the restless spirit using the castle’s
bible.
Dunty’s ghost
finally quietened and confined itself to the dungeon — the place where he had
suffered his cruel fate.
The Jardine family
could sleep again.
It is said that it
was not too long after that the chaplain dropped dead from a sudden and
inexplicable illness.
Some years later,
the bible showed signs of wear and was sent away to be rebound.
Dunty’s ghost
appeared to take advantage of this and became “extremely boisterous in the
pit.” It banged on the door so violently that it almost shook off its hinges.
It continued the pitiful cries and generally made a nuisance of itself.Even an
attempt to flee to nearby Jardine Hall did not deter the obdurate Dunty from
making his presence felt.
“My ancestors
believed that a ghost could not cross water and the River Annan lies between
the tower and the hall,” explained Sir Alec.
“This was
proved wrong and Dunty chased the family across the river, even dragging the
lord and lady out of bed.”
The Jardines had
the bible returned from its binders forthwith and it was placed in the dungeon
wall where it remained until the family moved from the tower.
It is believed that
the vengeful ghost of James Porteous left the tower with the Jardines and continued
to haunt the Lairds of Applegirth down through the centuries.
Spedlins Tower fell
to ruin and has recently been impressively restored by the Grays who are the
present owner-occupiers.
Do they ever hear
the screams of Dunty?
Mr Gray does not
believe in ghosts.
For Sir Alec, heir
to the Applegirth name, title, lands, history and ghost, it is a very different
matter.
“I have no idea if
Dunty still haunts Spedlin because I have the family bible,” he said.
“It was beautifully
rebound and lies safely in an oak case. I don’t know whether it is this that
keeps Dunty quiet, but I do not relish the prospect of losing it and finding
out!”
Amazingly, Sir Alec
also holds the key to the dungeon that he keeps in a safe place and has his own
theory of this regrettable chapter in his family’s history.
“There is a school
of thought that Porteous was the laird’s secret half-brother and that there was
a bit of skulduggery going on,” said Sir Alec.
“The Laird of
Applegirth was said to have a deformed foot, while Porteous was a big, muscular
man. It is possible that there was a lot of rivalry between the two of them and
a fair amount of jealousy. I think that there was more to Porteous’ death than
has been told.
“A few years ago, I
planted an oak tree at Spedlin in the memory of James Porteous in the hope of
making peace with him. Ijust felt that it was the right thing to do.”
The Jardines have
gone from Spedlin. Their once magnificent hall across the river has disappeared
without trace and, if there still remains a dark echo of Dunty, no-one is
telling.
If the ghost of
James Porteous has found forgiveness at last, then perhaps it is time to let
him rest — he certainly deserves it.
A FEW years ago,
when I worked as a journalist for a regional newspaper, I wrote a series of
articles on haunted places in Dumfries and Galloway. The research was
intriguing, compelling and altogether fascinating. This is one of those
strange-but-true stories that I will never forget. It is a tale that is very
much believed by a family who truly feel that they are haunted by their past.
The picture was taken by the very talented Jim McEwan who, no doubt, was forced
to trudge through the undergrowth at my behest.
CENTURIES of history in Dumfries and Galloway have not passed
without their fair share of blood-letting and horror.
With soil, coin and
title affording ultimate power, the people of these lands have witnessed
terrible atrocities in the names of renown and revenge.
It is surprising,
therefore, to come across a tale that is so gruesome and horrific, that it is
barely believable, but it is one born out of accident rather than malicious
intent.
The incident has
been well documented in official records and most members of the Jardine clan
have at least heard whispers of the terrible fate that befell one James
Porteous some time in the 1650s.
It was around this
time that Sir Alexander Jardine ruled Applegirth from his stronghold known
as Spedlins Tower, near Lockerbie.
A miller called
James Porteous was accused of burning down his mill and was confined to a
prison in the tower.
“He was kept inside
what is called a bottle-neck dungeon,” Sir Alec, head of today’s Jardine said. “This
dungeon was approximately 10 feet deep with a base of six foot in
circumference. The neck was only two feet across. Porteous was thrown into
it and the door was locked above his head.”
All was well until
Sir Alexander was called to a sudden and unexpected meeting in Edinburgh. He
set off as usual on his lengthy journey that may have taken him four or five
days.
It was not until he
was passing through the gates of the city that he noticed he was carrying the
gate keeper’s large bundle of keys.
To his horror, Sir
Alexander realised that he had taken with him the only key to the sturdy door
that the hapless Porteous had been confined beneath.
Meanwhile, at Spedlins
Tower, the poor miller screamed out against his terrible suffering: “Let me
oot! Let me oot! I’m starving! Give me food and water! Let me oot!”
But his pitiful
pleas were to no avail, for there was no key to the heavy door and the jail had
become a tomb.
Despite Sir
Alexander’s attempts to send a man back swiftly to relieve the prisoner of his
agony, he was too late in his efforts.
The servant found
the sorry Porteous in the dungeon dead. In desperation, the miller —
insane with the horror of his ordeal — had gnawed off his own hands.
It was not long
before the ghost of Porteous moved in to Spedlins Tower and all hell broke
loose.
The angry spirit,
who became known as “Dunty” (or “one who knocks”), screamed his complaints
across the halls and stairwells of the tower.
One account says
that he “rattled chains, banged on doors and moaned incessantly”, making life
obviously unbearable for its terrified owners.
Unable to endure
any more of Dunty’s shrieking, Sir Alexander sought the help of the family
chaplain who performed an exorcism of the restless spirit using the castle’s
bible.
Dunty’s ghost
finally quietened and confined itself to the dungeon — the place where he had
suffered his cruel fate.
The Jardine family
could sleep again.
It is said that it
was not too long after that the chaplain dropped dead from a sudden and
inexplicable illness.
Some years later,
the bible showed signs of wear and was sent away to be rebound.
Dunty’s ghost
appeared to take advantage of this and became “extremely boisterous in the
pit.” It banged on the door so violently that it almost shook off its hinges.
It continued the pitiful cries and generally made a nuisance of itself.Even an
attempt to flee to nearby Jardine Hall did not deter the obdurate Dunty from
making his presence felt.
“My ancestors
believed that a ghost could not cross water and the River Annan lies between
the tower and the hall,” explained Sir Alec.
“This was
proved wrong and Dunty chased the family across the river, even dragging the
lord and lady out of bed.”
The Jardines had
the bible returned from its binders forthwith and it was placed in the dungeon
wall where it remained until the family moved from the tower.
It is believed that
the vengeful ghost of James Porteous left the tower with the Jardines and continued
to haunt the Lairds of Applegirth down through the centuries.
Spedlins Tower fell
to ruin and has recently been impressively restored by the Grays who are the
present owner-occupiers.
Do they ever hear
the screams of Dunty?
Mr Gray does not
believe in ghosts.
For Sir Alec, heir
to the Applegirth name, title, lands, history and ghost, it is a very different
matter.
“I have no idea if
Dunty still haunts Spedlin because I have the family bible,” he said.
“It was beautifully
rebound and lies safely in an oak case. I don’t know whether it is this that
keeps Dunty quiet, but I do not relish the prospect of losing it and finding
out!”
Amazingly, Sir Alec
also holds the key to the dungeon that he keeps in a safe place and has his own
theory of this regrettable chapter in his family’s history.
“There is a school
of thought that Porteous was the laird’s secret half-brother and that there was
a bit of skulduggery going on,” said Sir Alec.
“The Laird of
Applegirth was said to have a deformed foot, while Porteous was a big, muscular
man. It is possible that there was a lot of rivalry between the two of them and
a fair amount of jealousy. I think that there was more to Porteous’ death than
has been told.
“A few years ago, I
planted an oak tree at Spedlin in the memory of James Porteous in the hope of
making peace with him. Ijust felt that it was the right thing to do.”
The Jardines have
gone from Spedlin. Their once magnificent hall across the river has disappeared
without trace and, if there still remains a dark echo of Dunty, no-one is
telling.
If the ghost of
James Porteous has found forgiveness at last, then perhaps it is time to let
him rest — he certainly deserves it.
1 comment:
Thank you for the lovely account. I have always wondered if there was truth or historical account of Dunty Porteous' ghost story! (And being trapped in South Africa, much like the miller himself) I had very few resources to lay the curiosity to rest :-)
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