THE CALL OF THE WILD 253 



Just to roam the forest, dreaming, while the blue 



sky up there's beaming 

 And the golden sun is gleaming as if every ray of 



lightness were the last. 



Do you feel your slow pulse dancing when the spring- 

 time comes, enhancing 



The virile and free romancing of the voices that the 

 foursome earth-winds blow? 



Oh, you never will outgrow it, for your dreaming 

 glances show it, 



And they've got you, Pal, I know it, so you'd better 

 pack the duffle-bag and go ! 



Albert Jay Cook. 



THE END 



