But epaulettes were on the road.—
The trick was getting worse.
The Provost dumped the pack aside,
With a substantial curse.
"Wa'al, mister, that's the han'some thing!
That are tobaker's prime.
I knowed you didn't mean to grab,—
I knowed it all the time.
"I'm goin' to peddle, up to camp,
And if you only would