A Mysterious Burial

Some more from Highways and Byways of Dorset by Joseph Penny:

Stoborough, a poor hamlet of a few houses, which was once so great a place as to boast a mayor and corporation. At Stoborough is the King’s Barrow, in the heart of which was found the trunk of a mighty oak hollowed out. Within the tree was a skeleton, wrapped in  deer-skins neatly sewed together. By the dead man’s side was his oaken drinking cup. It would have been some such burial place as this, between the sea and the hills, that was in the mind of Louis Stevenson when he wrote his requiem:-

“Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me lie:

Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me;

Here he lies where he longed to be;

Home is the sailor, home from the sea,

And the hunter home from the hill.”

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