Xii

Then as a mastiff swallows the snarling noises of cats, The voice of the farmer opened. ‘“Three cheers, and off with your hats!” —That’s Tom. “We’ve beaten them, Daddy, and tough work it was, to be sure! A regular stand-up combat: eight hours smelling powder and gore. I entered it Serjeant-Major,”—and now he commands a salute, And carries the flag of old England! Heigh! see him lift foes on his foot!