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Show ' THE CANYON TRAIL (Reprinted From Tepee Book by Permission) Tha canyon chills In the Maytlme And the frost comes back too soon. The stars glint there in the daytime day-time And the sun creeps up at noon. Yet the white streams sing as they run And the black walls echo a tale Of thlnss bold riders have done, And won. Far on the Canyon Trail. Through the woods by the canyon river The blazes are few to guide, And most of the riders will shiver And balk at a trail untried. By ford and thicket and stone, Where the scattering hoof-tracks fall, You must chance a way of your own Alone, Riding the Canyon Trail. Mix with the crowd and travel For the big main road Is clear And the talk and the crunch of gravel Drown the whisper of fear. At the canyon fork go by! Its hopes are dreamy and frail And Its riders must win or die, Yet I Give me the Canyon Trail! Badger Claris. |