Those about Trench

PROLOGUE

Trench had been fishing above Dixon’s mill. Dixon was gone from that shadowy deep wild of granite and cedar, having left the key of his cabin for Trench. But, after all, this is not the way to begin. I tell a tale of the twenty-eighth of June. June—but the proper start is neither Dixon nor brides nor the odour of roses; the proper start is a leaf of history.

On June 2...