When they first reached the dock, they Not that he'd miss the cobweb of old And snow, and-God, but it was blowing To tackle twice that distance with a smile. stiff! And no tobacco. Blest if he could tell Where he had lost it but, for half a whiff He'd swap the very jacket off his back. But not a day like this! He'd never felt A wind with such an edge. 'Twas like the blade Of the rasper in the pocket of his belt 70 |