in-trail

Updated: May 25, 2025

"The prayer was for the out-trail, not the in-trail, my mother." "Nay, I do not understand thee." "A swarm of bees came singing through the room last night, my mother. It was dark and I could not see, but there was a sweet smell, and I heard the voices." "My child, thou art tired with watching, and thy mind is full of fancies. Thou must sleep." "I am tired of watching.

Gilbert Parker - Parables of a Province