under-the-bridge

Updated: May 12, 2025

Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood. The poor guns! Even they look overmarched." As he spoke he stroked the howitzer as though it had been a living thing. "We've got with us a stray of yours," said the artilleryman. "Says he has a cut foot, but looks like a skulker. Here you, Mr. Under-the-Bridge! come from behind that caisson "

Mary Johnston - The Long Roll