I must apologize for the size of this booklet, which can only be justified on the grounds that there is some demand for the contents as recitations. I hope presently to combine whatever is worth preserving in my three volumes of verse, so as to make a single collection.

Arthur Conan Doyle.

CONTENTS

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THE GUARDS CAME THROUGH[9]
VICTRIX[13]
THOSE OTHERS[16]
HAIG IS MOVING[20]
THE GUNS IN SUSSEX[22]
YPRES[26]
GROUSING[37]
THE VOLUNTEER[40]
THE NIGHT PATROL[44]
THE WRECK ON LOCH MCGARRY[47]
THE BIGOT[55]
THE ATHABASCA TRAIL[62]
RAGTIME![65]
CHRISTMAS IN WARTIME[68]
LINDISFAIRE[70]
A PARABLE[75]
FATE[76]

THE GUARDS CAME THROUGH

Men of the Twenty-first,

Up by the Chalk Pit Wood,

Weak from our wounds and our thirst,

Wanting our sleep and our food

After a day and a night.