Trails 215 
the distant blue, and beyond the desert, other 
ranges, fainter and fainter, mere serrated 
outlines; surrounded by this limitless beauty— 
room enough, silence enough, time enough; 
up there following trails to the stars, one 
might forget time and live in eternity, one 
might forget to ever come down again. Up 
there in the silence and the light, your free 
and immortal self shall surely meet you some- 
where on the trail. 
