Part Two 



KINDS OF OUTINGS 



So for one the wet sail arching through the rainbow round 

 the bow, 

 And for one the creak of snowshoes on the crust; 



And for one the lakeside lilies where the bull moose waits 

 the cow, 

 And for one the mule train coughing in the dust. 



Who hath smelt wood smoke at twilight? Who hath heard 

 the birch log burning? 

 Who is quick to read the noises of the night? 



Let him follow with the others for the Young Men's feet are 

 turning 

 To the camps of proved desire and known delight. 



Rudyard Kipling, 



The Feet of The Young Men, 



from Five Nations, 1 903 



