THE LONG TRAIL 



could only be thankful that his four boys 

 were permitted to do their part in the 

 actual fighting. 



When in a little town in Germany my 

 brotfier and I got news of my father's 

 death, there kept running through my 

 head with monotonous insistency Kip- 

 ling's lines: 



"He scarce had need to doff his pride. 

 Or slough the dress of earth. 

 E'en as he trod that day to God 

 So walked he from his birth. 

 In simpleness and gentleness and honor and 

 clean mirth." 



That was my father, to whose comrade- 

 ship and guidance so many of us look 

 forward in the Happy Hunting- Grounds. 



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