This is a very readable collection of old Border tales from Chambers and Scott and other sources. Kinmont Willie and Grisell Home, Frank Stokoe and mad Jack Hall of Otterburn, are familiar figures of whom one is always glad to read. The sheep-stealers and highwaymen, illicit distillers and other picturesque ruffians, who abounded on the Borders not so much more than two centuries, have gone forever, but the Border farmer retains his vigorous individuality, and there is still good sport on the Borders, as the authors remind us in their tale — almost too good to be true — of a seventy — pound salmon.
