The Region where the Grays and Carys lived lies too far from the centres of modern progress to be laid down on any map that will be accessible. And as he who maps an undiscovered country may place what boundaries he will it need only be said that it lies in the South somewhere in that vague region partly in one of the old Southern States and partly in the yet vaguer land of Memory. It will be spoken of in this story as Dr. Cary General Legaie and the other people who used to live there in old times spoke of it in warm affection as the old County or the Red Rock section or just My country sir.It was a goodly land in those old times—a rolling country lying at the foot of the blue mountain-spurs with forests and fields; rich meadows filled with fat cattle; watered by streams sparkling and bubbling over rocks or winding under willows and sycamores to where the hills melted away in the low alluvial lands where the sea once washed and still left its memory and its name...