You must go by the long road.

I will give you a horse and ride with you into the valley." "It is much nearer by the bridge,--and I have my horse over there." "We shall get the horse without trouble," he said, and she walked beside him through the starlighted wood.

As they crossed the open tract she said: "This is the Port of Missing Men." "Yes, here the lost legion made its last stand.

There lie the graves of some of them.

It's a pretty story; I hope some day to know more of it from some such authority as yourself." "I used to ride here on my pony when I was a little girl, and dream about the gray soldiers who would not surrender.