had the fever. But he'll mak' a man o' ye." "What d'ye get tae eat?" "What d'ye get tae eat?" "Hard breid, skilly, bully beef, an' army duff. You'll smell the beef a mile away. And mind the blankets." "Hard breid, skilly, bully beef, an' army duff. You'll smell the beef a mile away. And mind the blankets." "What's wrang wi' them?" "What's wrang wi' them?" "They're like the picture shows—movin'. But here's Blacktoon, an' there's a sergint waitin' for ye. I'll see ye at camp, and mine's a pint. Ta-ta," concluded the old warrior, as Spud stepped out to meet the sergeant. "They're like the picture shows—movin'. But here's Blacktoon, an' there's a sergint waitin' for ye. I'll see ye at camp, and mine's a pint. Ta-ta," concluded the old warrior, as Spud stepped out to meet the sergeant. "I'm Private Spud Tamson," said our hero, saluting the sergeant. "I'm Private Spud Tamson," said our hero, saluting the sergeant. "Alright, but don't salute me—salute the heid yins, that's the officers. Quick march." And off went Spud and his escort through the streets of Blacktoon. "Alright, but don't salute me—salute the heid yins, that's the officers. Quick march." And off went Spud and his escort through the streets of Blacktoon. There was a smile as the bold Militiaman went by, and a little gang of unwashed urchins joined the procession, singing— There was a smile as the bold Militiaman went by, and a little gang of unwashed urchins joined the procession, singing— CONTENTS
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