Vanished were their hopes of Rapide,
Hopes of going on by Rapide,
Seeing Rome and seeing Paris.
“Never mind,” said Tiadatha,
To the red-tabbed gunner captain,
“Every day we hang about here,
Every day the journey’s lengthened,
Means a day of warfare over,
Means the end a little nearer.”
So they sojourned at the Rest Camp,