The Bushwhackers & Other Stories

Excerpt: One might have imagined that there was some enchantment in the spot which drew hither daily the young mountaineer?s steps. No visible lure it showed. No prosaic reasonable errand he seemed to have. But always at some hour between the early springtide sunrise and the late vernal sunset Hilary Knox climbed the craggy, almost inaccessible steeps to this rocky promontory, that jutted out in a...