The Luck of the Mounted: A Tale of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police

_St. Agnes' Eve. Ah! bitter chill it was. The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped, trembling, through the frozen grass; And drowsy was the flock in woolly fol...

That very night, while gentle sleep The people's eyelids kiss'd, Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn, Through the cold and heavy mist; And Eugene Aram walk'd between, With gyv...

_O sing us a song of days that are gone-- Of men and happenings--of war and peace; We love to yarn of "th' times that was" As our hair grows gray, and our years increase. So--re...

"The Court is prepared, the Lawyers are met, The Judges all ranged, a terrible show!" As Captain Macheath says,--and when one's arraigned, The sight's as unpleasant a one as I k...

_A deed accursed! Strokes have been struck before By the assassin's hand, whereof men doubt If more of horror or disgrace they bore; But this foul crime, like Cain's, stands dar...

'Twas then--like tiger close beset At every pass with toil and net, 'Counter'd, where'er he turns his glare, By clashing arms and torches' flare, Who meditates, with furious bou...

_Take order now, Gehazi, That no man talk aside In secret with his judges The while his case is tried, Lest he should show them--reason To keep a matter hid, And subtly lead the...

"Well, bhoys," said Sergeant Slavin to his henchmen, "here we are---back tu th' land av our dhreams wanst more. Glory be! But I'm glad tu be quit av that warrm, shtinkin' courth...

"Feel my pulse, sir, if you want to, but it ain't much use to try--" "Never say that," said the Surgeon, as he smothered down a sigh: "Chuck a brace, for it won't do, man, for a...

The sergeant's story evoked a general laugh from his hearers. He arose and knocked the ashes out of his pipe. "Come on, bhoys!" said he. "Let's beat ut. Morley here's a respecta...

Cow Run was reached in the gathering dusk. Seen under winter conditions the drab little town looked dreary and uninviting enough as the party negotiated its main street. A frame...

Early on the morrow it came to pass that Sergeant Slavin, cooking breakfast for all hands, heard Yorke's voice uplifted in song, as that worthy made his leisurely toilet. He sho...

The long-drawn-out, sweet notes of "Reveille" rang out in the frosty dawn. Reg. No. ---- Const George Redmond, engaged at that moment in pulling on his "fatigue-slacks" hummed t...

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa--aa--aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Ete...

But a truce to this strain; for my soul it is sad, To think that a heart in humanity clad Should make, like the brutes, such a desolate end, And depart from the light without le...

He "went out," poor Gus, at the break o' day--- Oh!--his kindly ways, and his cheery face! But . . . the Lord gave, and hath taken away, Hark! sounds "The Last Post," Requiescat...