A PARABLE OF THE TRAIL 



THE trail stretched away for many miles. Through all 

 kinds of weather it stayed in its appointed place. Its aim 

 was to be of greatest use where it was. It had no desire to 

 be a trolley-wire, though that would give it a chance to feel 

 the lightning's thrill. It cared not to be a railway-track, 

 though that would afford an opportunity to visit the greatest 

 cities, and to conduct thither the wealthy folk of the land. 

 The trail was content to be where it was and what it was, 



THE RANCHMAN'S LONELY LANDMARK 



