1912. Illustrated. Day wrote for Maine newspapers and magazines, published two books of poetry and several novels. The Red Lane begins: The Red Lane is neither road nor route. It is an institution-it is smuggling. Its thousand avenues are now here, now there. The Red Lane crossed the border at Beaulieu's Place this night. The Lane was blatantly open. They who came along it were unabashed, unafraid. Great wains rumbled and creaked on the hard clay road which led through Monarda clearing. Teamsters shouted at straining horses, and bellowed their songs. From east to west the procession moved-from Canada into the States. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.