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 (From the United Services College "Chronicle," July 2, 1886.)

"The man was a man you could follow to death, And dying, thank with your latest breath For the honour granted&mdash;and he had led From the sea to the scorching plains inland, Where the soil would flay the skin from your hand If you let it rest for a moment there; And the sun at noonday strikes you dead, And the breeze is a blast of furnace air; 27