Deep in the southern reaches of New Jersey, a state known for urban and suburban sprawl is a place like no other. The Pine Barrens. It is a place of brilliant summers amid green forest, lush bogs, and slow rivers of red-stained cedar water. Gray winters of damp cold. Peaceful, secluded towns and villages with strange sounding names; Batsto, Ong's Hat, Double Trouble, darkened by legends of terror. For over two hundred years, the people of the Pine...