THE CARIBOO TRAIL

But hopes that promised high In the springtime o’ the year, Like leaves 0’ autumn fa?

When the frost o’ winter’s near, Sae his biggin’ tumbles doon, Wi? ilka blast o’ care,

Till there’s no stane astandin’ 0’ his castles in the air.

tie ne SERA RANT ae sy KRIS See sai eave