BOBS' WAY.
He knew, none better, how 'twould be,
And spoke his warning far and wide;
He worked to save us ceaselessly,
Setting his well-earnt ease aside.
We smiled and shrugged and went our way
Blind to the swift-approaching blow;
His every word proves true to-day,
But no man hears, "I told you so!"
From a Territorial's letter in The Huddersfield Examiner:—
"We wash in a bucket—one bucket for eight men. We fall in when the bugle calls."
And then climb out again and look for the towel.