Alas, poore gentleman, something now agen is ready to strangle him; out with em, hides, hides, it was the hornes stuck in his gullett. Within. Oh Tho. Well straind; what a foule stomack he has! open your mouth, Mr. Engine. Cap. Throw downe a pottlepot. Tho. I have, sir, and it has come up full of medium wine; if you have any charity come and helpe me to hold his head; now agen! Within. Oh, oh, oh!
My memory goes back to a strange night in Ypres in those early days. It was Gullett, the Australian eyewitness, afterward in Palestine, who had the idea. "It would be a great adventure," he said, as we stood listening to the gun-fire over there. "It would be damn silly," said a staff officer. "Only a stern sense of duty would make me do it." It was Gullett who was the brave man.