THE TRAIL OF THE SANDHILL STAG 



some fierce foe and the kind of mark 

 was changed, but the chains went 

 on for months and years, now fast, 

 now slow, but endless, until some 

 foe more strong joined on and there 

 one trail was ended* But this great 

 Stag was forging still that mystic 

 chain* A million roods of hills had 

 he overlaid with its links, had scrib- 

 bled over in this oldest script with ' 

 the story of his life* If only our eyes 

 were bright enough to follow up that 

 twenty thousand miles of trail, what ,. 

 light unguessed we might obtain 

 where the wisest now are groping! 

 But skin deep, man is brute. Just 

 a little while ago we were mere hunt- . 

 ing brutes our bellies were our ' 



only thought, that telltale line of dots '.'. ' 

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