From far away the voice came, and 



whispered in my ear, 

 I heard the wind in the spruces, and 



the rapids shouting clear, 

 I saw the smoke of the little fires, 



stream up to greet the day, 

 So I packed my kit and followed 



the voice North, and West, and 



away. 



G. E. THEODORE ROBERTS, 

 Comrades of the Trails. 



