Digger Smith | Page 5

Smith
at Flood's," sez 'e;
Come there this mornin', sez 'e's come to stay,
An' won't go 'way.
Sez 'e was sent there be a pal named Flood;
An'
talks uv contracts sealed with Flanders mud.
"No matter wot they say, 'e only grins,"
Sez Poole. "'E's rather
wobbly on 'is pins.
Seems like a soldier bloke. An' Peter Begg
'E sez one leg
Works be machinery, but I dunno.
I only know 'e's
there an' 'e won't go.
"'E grins," sez Poole, "at ev'rything they say.
Dad Flood 'as nearly 'ad
a fit to-day.
'E's cursed, an' ordered 'im clean off the place;
But this cove's face
Jist goes on grinnin', an' 'e sez, quite carm,
'E's

come to do a bit around the farm."
The tale don't sound too good to me at all.
"If 'e's a crook," I sez, "'e
wants a fall.
Maybe 'e's dilly. I'll go down an' see.
'E'll grin at me
When I 'ave done, if 'e needs dealin' with."
So I goes
down to interview this Smith.
'E 'ad a fork out in the tater patch.
Sez 'e, "Why 'ello, Digger. Got a
match?"
"Digger?" I sez. "Well, you ain't digger 'ere.
You better clear.
You ought to know that you can't dig them spuds.

They don't belong to you; they're ole Dad Flood's."
"Can't I?" 'e grins. "I'll do the best I can,
Considerin' I'm only 'arf a
man.
Give us a light. I can't get none from Flood,
An' mine is dud."
I parts; an' 'e stands grinnin' at me still;
An' then
'e sez, "'Ave yeh fergot me, Bill?"
I looks, an' seen a tough bloke, short an' thin.
Then, Lord! I
recomembers that ole grin.
"It's little Smith!" I 'owls, "uv
Collin'wood.
Lad, this is good!
Last time I seen yeh, you an' Ginger Mick
Was
'owling rags, out on yer final kick."
"Yer on to it," 'e sez. "Nex' day we sailed.
Now 'arf uv me's back
'ome, an' 'arf they nailed.
An' Mick. . . . Ar, well, Fritz took me down
a peg."
'E waves 'is leg.
"It ain't too bad," 'e sez, with 'is ole smile;
"But
when I starts to dig it cramps me style.
"But I ain't grouchin'. It was worth the fun.
We 'ad some picnic
stoushin' Brother 'Un--
The only fight I've 'ad that some John 'Op

Don't come an' stop.
They pulled me leg a treat, but, all the same,

There's nothin' over 'ere to beat the game.
"An' now," 'e sez, "I'm 'ere to do a job
I promised, if it was me luck to
lob
Back 'ome before me mate," 'e sez, an' then,
'E grins again.
"As clear as mud," I sez. "But I can't work
Me brains
to 'old yer pace. Say, wot's the lurk?"
So then 'e puts me wise. It seems that 'im
An' this 'ere Flood--I tips it
must be Jim--
Was cobbers up in France, an' things occurred.
(I got 'is word
Things did occur up there). But, anyway,
Seems
Flood done somethin' good for 'im one day.
Then Smith 'e promised if 'e came back 'ome
Before 'is cobber o'er
the flamin' foam,
'E'd see the ole folks 'ere, an' 'e agreed,
If there was need,
'E'd stay an' do a bit around the farm
So long as 'e
'ad one sound, dinkum arm.
"So, 'ere I am," 'e sez, an' grins again.
"A promise is a promise 'mong
us men."
Sez I, "You come along up to the 'ouse.
Ole Dad won't rouse
When once 'e's got yer strength, an' as for Mar,

She'll kiss yeh when she finds out 'oo yeh are."
So we goes up, an' finds 'em both fair dazed
About this little Smith;
they think 'e's crazed.
I tells the tale in words they understand;
Then it was grand
To see Dad grab Smith's 'and an' pump it good,

An' Mar, she kissed 'im, like I said she would.
Mar sez 'e must be starved, an' right away
The kettle's on, she's busy
with a tray.
An', when I left, this Digger Smith 'e looked

Like 'e was booked
For keeps, with tea an' bread an' beef inside.

"Our little Willie's 'ome," 'e grins, "an' dried."
V. WEST
West
"I'VE seen so much uv dirt an' grime
I'm mad to 'ave things clean.

I've seen so much uv death," 'e said--
"So many cobbers lyin' dead--

You won't know wot I mean;
But, lad, I've 'ad so much uv strife
I
want things straightened in my life.
"I've seen so much uv 'ate," 'e said--
"Mad 'ate an' silly rage--
I'm
yearnin' for clear thoughts," said 'e.
"Kindness an' love seem good to
me.
I want a new, white page
To start all over, clean an' good,
An'
live me life as reel men should."
We're sittin' talkin' by the fence,
The sun's jist goin' down,
Paintin'
the sky all gold an' pink.
Said 'e, "When it's like that, I think--"
An'
then 'e stops to frown.
Said 'e, "I think, when it's jist so,
Uv . . . .
God or somethin': I dunno.
"I ain't seen much uv God," said 'e;
"Not 'ere nor Over There;
But,
partly wot I've seen an' read,
An' partly wot