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Story Source:
Author: Herbert and Mary Jackson Book Title: Ghoulish Horrible Hair raising Cumbrian Tales The Legend of Talkin Tarn:
Talkin tarn is a small but lovely lake covering
sixty acres. It is situated only a short distance from Brampton, an old English
Town where Bonnie Prince Charlie was pleased to make his headquarters while he
awaited an onslaught by the Royal forces from Newcastle. The natives of the village of Talkin tarn still
believe the tarn is bottomless. The legend according to an old poem tells how
the original village was destroyed by an earthquake. One day an old man walked into Brampton in a
distressed and tired state. He had come far and was sure he would receive food
and rest from the hospitable Cumbrians. But the people of Brampton at that time
were known to be of a both cruel and selfish nature. They ignored the old man's
pleas for food and shelter and turned their dogs on him. The old vagrant staggered to the centre of the
village and dropped down on his knees and appealed to the Almighty to punish
the people of Brampton for their selfishness. Then he staggered on towards the
City of Carlisle. Within a short time his prayer was answered, for
the heavens opened with torrents of rain, a tremendous earthquake took place
and houses disappeared into the bowels of the earth.
And in the morning, where the village of Brampton
stood, was a still, deep and mysterious lake. I have heard it said that by taking a boat into
the centre of the tarn one can look down and see ruins of old buildings, which
rather contradicts the idea that the tarn is bottomless. Peter Burn, a Brampton
poet of the last century, described the tragic end of the original village in
his poem: Poem
God in the stillness of the
night, So I've heard old people say, An earthquake sent unto this place, And move the whole away. Where stood the village spoken of, Now a grassy lake is seen, No sign is left to indicate, There houses once have been. Ye Cumbrians! Oft repeat it, Let your sons this legend know; They may kearn anon the lesson - Sin does not unpunish go. Alt navigation:- |
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