Excerpt from Grass-Grown Trails Deeply the buflalo trod it, Beating it barren as brass Now the soft rain-fingers sod it, Green to the crest of the pass. Backward it slopes into'history; Forward it lifts into mystery. Here is but wind in the grass. - Frontispiece. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.