They removed themselves but a little away from the trail and set about making camp for the night.

Hikers from the trail used to be able to stop in the house, an activity which is no longer possible.

I have been the good dog following up the scent, and not taking my nose from the trail.

My eyes had not wandered from the trail, and now a man came into view down there.

And he did everything to throw me from the trail.

It was almost dark when Buffalo turned from the trail.

When I looked down from the trail they had gone.

Enjoy the views as you look west from the trail.

She was deep in the forest now, a long way from the main trail.

He saw a figure coming from far down the trail.