THE LONG TRAIL 



"Grave of a Hundred Head," or, per- 

 haps, "The Bell Buoy" — or again it might 

 be something from Swinburne or Shelley 

 or Keats — or the "Ballad of Judas Isca- 

 riot." He was above all fond of the poetry 

 of the open, and I think we children got 

 much of our love for the outdoor life, not 

 only from actual example, but from the 

 poetry that father taught us. 



There was an indissoluble bond between 

 him and any of his old hunting com- 

 panions, and in no matter what part of 

 the world he met them, all else was tem- 

 porarily forgotten in the eager exchange 

 of reminiscences of old days. On the 

 return from Africa, Seth Bullock, of 

 Deadwood, met us in London. How de- 

 lighted father was to see him, and how he 

 enjoyed the captain's comments on Eng- 

 land and things English ! One of the cap- 

 tain's first remarks on reaching London 

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