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Show BIMBASHI JOYCE BY A. COXAN DOYLE Painting and Drawings by R, TALBOT KELLY, Kl. IT was in the days when the tide of Mahdisin, which had swept in such a flood from the Great Lakes and Darfur to the contines of CAKADA'S BY RALPH \YORD Egypt, had at last come to its full, and even begun, as some hoped, to show signs of a. turn. At its outset it had been terrible. It CONNOR had engulfed Hicks's army, swept over Gordon Drawings [1]] A. J. GUKUIl and Khartoum, rolled behind the British forces as they retired down the river, and finally east up a O CANADA 1 A voice calls through the mist and spinne spray of raiding parties as far north as Assouan. Then it found other channels to east and west, to Central Africa and to Abyssinia, and retired a little on the side of Egypt. For ten years there ensued a lull, during which the frontier garrisons looked out upon those distant blue hills of Doiigola. Behind Across the wide wet sally leagues of foam For aid. \"liose voice thus penetrates thy peace 3' "Vliose? Thy Mothers, Canada, thy Mothers voice. 0 Canada! A drum beats through the night and day, L'm‘esting, eager, strident, summoning To arms. \Vhose drum thus throbs persistent ' \Vliose ? Old England‘s, Canada, Old England‘s drum 0 Canada! the violet mists which draped them lay a land of blood and horror. From time to time some adren- tiirer went south towards those haze-girth mountains, tempted by stories of gum and ivory, but none ever returned. Once a mutilated I‘lgyptian and once a Greek woman, mad with thirst and fear, made their way to the lines. They were the only exports of that country of darkness. Sometimes the sunset would turn those distant mists into a bank of crimson, and the dark mountains would rise from that sinister reek like islands in a sea of blood. It seemed a grim symbol in the southern A sword gleams, leaping swift to strike At foes that press and leap to kill brave men ()n guard. \\'hose sword thus gleams tierce death 2' Whose? ‘Tis Britain's, Canada, Great Britain's sword. () Canada! A prayer beats hard at Heaven's gate, heaven when seen from the tort-capped hills by \Yady .Halta. 'l‘earing the heart wide open to God's eye, For righteousness. "'hose prayer thus pierces Heaven .7 \\ hose? '1 en years of lust in Khartoum, ten years of silent work in Cairo, and then all was ready, and it was time for Civilisation to take a. trip ‘sontli once more, travelling as her wont is in an armoured train. Livery- "l'is (Sod‘s prayer, Canada, Thy Kingdom come! thing was ready, down to the last pack-saddle ot‘tlie last camel, and \Vhat answer make to calling voice and beating drum. For right ? \\'hat answer makes my soul ? " Mother, to thee l God, to Thy help! Quick l yet no one suspected it, for an unconstitutional Government has its i My sword I " advantage. u\\. at \ 0 Canada! To sword flash and to pleading prayer of (lod A great administrator had argued, and managed, and CithICd; :1 great soldier had organised and planned. and made piastres do the work of pounds. And then one night these two master Spll‘lts met and clasped hands, and the soldier vanished away upon some 23 mum anw" |