THE TRAIL 



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THE TILAIL 



EARS and years ago there was a 

 trail that ran across from Gardi- 

 ner to Cody. It remains but a 

 reminiscence, a vague simula- 

 crum of a road. You may fol- 

 low it, if your eyes are good 

 and you are forest-trained, from Mammoth to 

 Gardiner. The magnificent stage road that fol- 

 lows the Gardiner River is forbidden to horsemen. 

 The soldiers from the post used to ride it, filled 

 with Montana whisky, and, because of the Worm 

 that Dieth Not, made trouble for regular trav- 

 elers; so now everyone is forbidden to ride a horse 

 over that road. 



But my old tray and I did not mind. We 

 found the trail, and, soon becoming fast friends, 



