At Suvla Bay

nplace people whom Mr. H.G. Wells describes so cleverly, but

resting people. There was a fair sprinkling of mining engineers and miners, and these men were more interesting and of a far stronger me

ular-Joe Smith, a sailor-man (an engine-greaser, I think)-was full of queer yarns and seafaring talk. He was a little man with beady eyes an

ling a yarn about a vessel which was carrying a snake in a crate from the West In

.' I ses, 'Yes-sir.' 'Joe,'

g is ter git this 'e

t everythink ter me-and I ses, 'Why, sir, it's thiswise, if sobe

always did-and would you believe it, I upped an' 'ooked that th

f a "knut." He told me that at home he belonged to a "Lit'ry S

asked. "'Ow

terary Society

d 'ave a concert, or read the papers, and 'ave a social, perha

ried to knife me with a Chinese jack-knife which his uncle, a missionary, had given him. He had "downed" too mu

d about all over the world. These were mostly seafaring men. Savage was such a one. He was one of the buccaneer type, strong and sunburnt, with tattooed arms. Often he sang

y Rio! Hea

well, my swee

Rio! Heav

nty of gold-so

s of the Sa

rracks, and sit by the side of the parade ground

rade when we were d

"Mother." She looked so wit

ll a fortun

the Cuss o' Jazus upon us all

can

bid in the Book by the Holy Mother

Ireland read a fo

ly in the old out-an'-away parts '

-book. Her black shawl with her apples will always remind m