A LAMENT.'o the Light.Viah I was back again -in the troop Along wiitih tan? boys in brown.;Lnd not stuck bore, like a hern to a coop.How l’d like to be free again, lt;d ufhkj old town).Ui! but. I know I’d feel happy again, (’Course it waan’t all fun);►fggtog 'trenches at wight in -the pour* tog rainA tot betog on parade or a t home,VihI “E” troop fellows, best in bunch.Cowboys, tradesmen and dandies SVihiiie men, all of ’em, aihl hunchInto anything moot that came Aaijidy.I’ve still got the blanket that to the trenches we found,My bumky. Lowitzfci, and I And to it together, when ro^ed on the ground, /We’d spin yarns and try to keep dry.A hoi, long march, then toto the scrap. “E” troop forward? and them with aWo were to lt;K; Cap Mulhm was waving'tffiy jjMPT. _/ » v1-' :*iThe began arrivtog to. H—ll.Then to the camp, way up to the bills, To wait till the fever had gome;They fed us our rations of “Quinine'’pltlS, v ;i ... H •While we waited for letters frome. ,'V ,Well, It’s all over now, and they’ve mustered us out.Good-bye to the bivouac and tent. Where with comrades, mow parted by many a rouli, * .vSome of my happiest moments were spent.T JOHN Q. QRIGG,Troop “K,” Rough Riders.