THE quotation that speaks of "Old, unhappy, far-off things, and battles long ago," has grown now to be hackneyed.
Yet, are not they those "old, unhappy, far-off things" that lure us back from a very commonplace and
utilitarian present, and cause us to cling to the romance of stories that are well-nigh forgotten?
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
One or two of the tales in this volume are perhaps not quite so familiar as is the average Border story, and
some may contain less of violence and of bloodshed than is common. Yet it must be owned that it is no easy
task to divorce the Border from its wedded mate, violence.