midnight
The story of Fletcher has died away in Angus ; but at one time it was in every mouth , and many a head was shaken as the Sunday loiterers from Dundee and Lochee passed by the Cradle in their walks on Balgay Hill . I have heard that it was demolished as a disgrace to Scotland somewhere about 1810 or 1812 . The hollow where the ruins stood is quite visible yet , and the old circumambulating ghost , which , by-the-bye , has unfortunately a white face , is not yet laid . It was near midnight , on the 12th of October 1516 , when a horseman , spurring his jaded steed , rode furiously down the path leading to the strong tower of Wedderburn . He alighted at the gate , and knocked loudly for admission . `` What would ye ? '' inquired the warder from the turret .