PREFACE THOSE who read this romance for the sake of what history it may contain will find the histories from which I have helped myself more profitable. Those antiqnarians who hunt their hobbies through books had best drop the trail of this book at the prcface, for they will draw but a blank covert in these pages. Better for the antiquarian that he seek the mansion of Sir JVilliam Johnson, vhich is still standing in Johnstown, NCW York, and see with his own eyes the hatchetsears in the solid mahogany banisters where Thaycnclanegea hacked out polished chips. It wolld doubtless prove more profitable for the antiquarian to thumb those hatchet marks than these pages. But there be some simple folk who read romance for its own useless sake. To such quiet minds, innocent and disinterested, I have some little confidences to impart There are still trout in the Kennyetto the wild aucks still splash on the Vlaie, where Sir William awoke the echoes with his flintlock the spot where his...