END OF THE LONG TRAIL 213 



So had I come off the long trail to my own 

 people. Soon was I speeding east, and to Eng- 

 land, and to war, but carrying memories that 

 nothing could erase of the wonderful country I 

 had seen in a virgin land of the Wild. 



The years of war have passed since then, yet 

 so great is the attraction of that vast lone land 

 that sleeps in the lap of a mighty Destiny, through 

 endless summers of lovely garbing, and winters 

 of drear snow wastes, that I still can repeat, 

 " I've bade ' it ' good-bye— but I can't." 



Some day, if I live, I will go back. 



