A Border Checkpost Due to the scorching heat of the latter part of May, the coal tar of the road of the Public Works Department was melting down to shame those who didn’t shy away from criticizing the work of this department. However, the river flowing along the side, at night time, would force people to tremble by the winds passing through its snow-like cold water. On the Border Checkpost, situated on this queer cross-path of the weather’s temperament, the sentinels would have to pay attention to their duty before the twilight, leaving their daylight slumber. In addition to the