TO

MY OLD COMRADES


PRESENT, AND EX-MEMBERS OF THE

R.N.W.M. POLICE


THIS WORK IS DEDICATED WITH EVERY KIND THOUGHT






CHAPTER I

_O sing us a song of days that are gone--
Of men and happenings--of war and peace;
We love to yarn of "th' times that was"
As our hair grows gray, and our years increase.
So--revert we again to our ancient lays--
Fill we our pipes, and our glasses raise--
"Salue! to those stirring, bygone days!"
Cry the old non-coms of the Mounted Police._
MEMORIES