The roads of Liddesdale, in Dandie Dinmont's days, could not be
said to exist, and the district was only accessible through a
succession of tremendous morasses. About thirty years ago the
author himself was the first person who ever drove a little open
carriage into these wilds, the excellent roads by which they are
now traversed being then in some progress. The people stared with
no small wonder at a sight which many of them had never witnessed
in their lives before.


NOTE 2, p. 102

The Tappit Hen contained three quarts of claret--

Weel she loed a Hawick gill,
And leugh to see a tappit hen.

I have seen one of these formidable stoups at Provost Haswell's,
at Jedburgh, in the days of yore It was a pewter measure, the
claret being in ancient days served from the tap, and had the
figure of a hen upon the lid. In later times the name was given to
a glass bottle of the same dimensions. These are rare apparitions
among the degenerate topers of modern days.


NOTE 3, p. 102

The account given by Mr. Pleydell of his sitting down in the midst
of a revel to draw an appeal case was taken from a story told me