THE TRAIL OP THE SANDHILL STAG 



his life to buy; what they were 

 vainly wearing out their lives in 

 fearful, hopeless drudgery to gain, 

 that boy was daily finding in those 

 hills* The bitter, biting, blizzard 

 wind was without, but the fire of 

 health and youth was within; and 

 at every stride in his daily march, it 

 was happiness he found, and he 

 knew it* And he smiled such a 

 gentle smile when he thought of 

 those driven home in the sleigh 

 shivering and miserable, yet pitying 

 him. 



Oh, what a glorious sunset he 

 saw that day on Kennedy's Plain, 

 with the snow dyed red and the pop- 

 lar woods aglow in pink and gold ! 

 What a glorious tramp through the 



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