ABSTRACT
FRONTIERS have ever been lawless lands. The pirates and blackhirders, the cattle rustlers and road agents, the faro dealers and claim jumpers are all inevitable and serving pioneers. They differ from the more glorified trail blazers and empire builders only by the slightest divergences in matter of sheer convention. As the shadows lengthen they merge; and, looking backward indeed, what trivial differences may we honestly see between Captain Kidd hanged for a felon and the honored Sir Francis Drake? Who can fairly choose between Alexander the Great and Attila the Awful? All good men in their day and well remembered.
