The Celtic dolmen and cromlech, the Etruscan tumulus, the Hebrew galgal, are words.

In the centre was a hillock or tumulus, surmounted by a scorched hawthorn.

The shadow of the Saxon hero-king still walks there fitfully, reviewing the scenes of his youth and love-time, and is met by the gloomier shadow of the dreadful heathen Dane, who was stabbed in the midst of his warriors by the sword of an invisible avenger, and who rises on autumn evenings like a white mist from his tumulus on the hill, and hovers in the court of the old hall by the river-side, the spot where he was thus miraculously slain in the days before the old hall was built.