Not a scrap of this was left when the party had finished, and the table being cleared, pipes were brought out and lighted; the drinking-cups refilled with grog, and the party set-to to enjoy a long evening.
"It is a beastly night," the one sitting next to the door said, peering out into the darkness.

"It is a fine rain, or rather a Scotch mist, so thick I can hardly see the next tent.

It will be as much as you fellows will be able to do to find your way back to your camps.
"Now," Allison said, "let us make ourselves comfortable.

It is only seven o'clock yet, and you've got three hours before 'lights out.' It's my duty as president of the mess to call upon some one for a song, but as I'm a good fellow I will set the example myself.

Upon the present occasion we can't do better than begin with 'The Red, White, and Blue,' and, mind, a good chorus every one.