Stories of the Border Marches

In these days of rushing railway journeys, of motor cars, telegrams, telephones, and aeroplanes, we are apt to lose sight of the tales of more leisurely times, when lumbering stage-coaches and relays of willing horses were our only means of transit from one kingdom to the other.Because the "long ago" means to us so infinitely valuable a possession, we have striven to preserve in print a few of the stories that still remain--flotsam and jetsam saved from the cruel rush of an overwhelming tide.