No scorching sun, no torrent shower,
No toil, nor want of rest,
Has power to check that British pluck
Which warms each loyal breast.
No savage of the woods we dread,
Nor death, nor danger near,
We are a nation's loyal sons
Who spurn a coward's fear.

_Chorus._--Then march along, &c.

That savage wretch with bloody hands,
Usurping in his might,
Shall keenly feel a nation's steel
That justifies its right.
"_Revenge_" shall be our battle-cry,
Revenge the bloody foe:
Fort Garry's walls with tongues of blood,
Shall echo back the blow.

_Chorus._--Come march along, "my hearty lads,"
And shout the martial song.
The nation cheers the Volunteers
Who bravely march along.

CHAPTER VIII.

I will now silently pass over the space of three months, and leave the
reader to follow in imagination the adventures of our hero in the
Red River Expedition;--and as an essential character in the sequel of
this story I will now take the liberty of introducing myself.

* * * * *

On a fine afternoon about the middle of September, 1870, I arrived at
Kingston, Ontario, and took lodgings at the "City Hotel," where I
intended to remain for a few days. I was then on a tour selling a
poetical work which I had written, entitled: "The Canadian
Minstrel." After tea, that evening, I stepped up stairs to the
sitting-room, and sat down to write a letter to my friends at home.
Shortly afterwards, and while seated there alone, a young man entered
the room.

"I beg pardon, sir; I hope I'm not intruding," he exclaimed very
politely as he entered.

"No, not in the least, sir," said I. He then walked over to the sofa,
and pulling out a newspaper from his pocket, sat down and began to
peruse it. I resumed my pen; and when finished with my letter, I
addressed him somewhat familiarly, and we entered into conversation,
chiefly about the war which was then being carried on between France and
Prussia. He was apparently intelligent; and although slightly reticent
at first, became gradually more conversive and familiar.

He appeared to be about 25 years of age, tall, and somewhat slender in
figure; of keen a nervous temperament; with hair and moustache of a
brownish color: features slightly prominent and very expressive. He was
courteous in manners, and in general appearance, gentee