Certain portions of England yet remain undiscovered by Americans and uncivilized by railways. Colester village above King's-meadows, in a county which need not be named, is one of these unknown spots. No doubt before long the bicycle and the motor-car will enliven its somnolent neighborhood, but at present it is free from the summer jaunts of tourists. With this neglect the Colester folk profess themselves satisfied. They have no wish to come into contact with the busy world. This prejudice against intrusion dates from medieval times, when strangers rarely came to the village with peaceful intentions. Even now a chance comer is looked upon with suspicion.