
TRAMPING ALONG: THE TRAIL 
BY JAMES LEDDY PEQUIGNOT 
HAT do we think of, and what do we see, 
Tramping along the trail— 
Into the depths of the woodland and wold, 
Far from our home in the wind and the cold— 
Tramping along the trail ? 
Lo! it is pleasure, not hardship, to me, 
Tramping along the trail. 
Work? Nota bit; but it’s rattling good fun, 
Off with a cook and a guide and a gun— 
Tramping along the trail. 
Who is there so care free and happy as we,. 
Tramping along the trail? 
Marking our course by a blaze on a tree, 
Afar where the wandering winds are free— 
Tramping along the trail! 
