coal-black charger without a single white hair in its body, a present,
according to the legends of the time, from the Devil to his favourite
servant. See also Aytoun's fine ballad "The Burial March of Dundee":

"Then our leader rode among us
On his war-horse black as night;
Well the Cameronian rebels
Knew that charger in the fight."

[28] Kirkton, 444, note.

[29] It was reported by some of his own party that as his men entered
the town Hamilton withdrew into a house at the Gallowgate to wait the
issue. But it would be no more fair to take this report for truth than
it would be to assume that Claverhouse really forbad burial to the dead
Whigs, that the dogs might eat them where they lay in the streets. There
was too much quarrelling in the Covenanting camp to allow us to take for
granted all their judgments on each other when unfavourable; and at
Drumclog Hamilton seems by all accounts to have borne himself bravely
enough, whatever he may have done subsequently.




CHAPTER V.


There is no letter from Claverhouse in this year, 1679, later than that
reporting the defeat at Drumclog. There was, indeed, no occasion for him
to write. As soon as the news of his defeat and the attack on Glasgow