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North Otago Times, 27 December 1907, Page 1 (Supplement)

Trooper Drown had laWy joined the Yeomanry, and was at his first camp. He had hired for the train- j ing a huge steed, which had probably once graced a local dray. But though not a beautiful animal, it was possessed of the wisdom of tho serpent, for during a long and useless life it had learned that the best, easiest, and altogether most satisfactory way to get on in this life was to keep one's mouth shut. "And as the mouth of the nag of Trooper Brown usually closed as tightly as a five -barred gate, with a double padlock, it was diflicult, indeed—nay, impossible— to get the bit therein-. On the first morning parade the lieutenant rode down the lines of his company.

"All the men turned out, sergeantmajor ?" he queariod. "Ycssir," said the S.-M. "All, except Trooper Brown. He's waiting for his horse to yawn, so's he can slip the bit in, and the worst of it is, sir, the bruto ain't a bit tired,"