AN ALL-BRITISH SHIP

Some said he had murdered his grandmother-in-law and dare not pass the time of day with Mr. Murphy in blue. Others claimed that the crime was far greater-the murder of a stately ship-and that the marine underwriters would have paid handsomely for the knowledge of his whereabouts. At any rate, he never left the ship while in port, and he seemed to have no relatives.

There were times when the black cloud was down him, and our voices were hushed to whispers lest the vibration should cause it to break in on our own heads-then he would flog the with a wire hawser, and his language would cause the paint to blister on the deck. At other times the memory of his 'mother' would steal his spirit and in a sweet tenor he would croon the old-time hymns and the old ship would creak its loving accompaniment, and the unopened shell-fish would waft the incense heavenward. 

We believed most of his ill-temper was due to the foreign flag hanging at our stern that the Sydney built ship was ever trying to hide beneath a wave. He had sailed every sea, with no other flag above him than the Union Jack, and felt even his misdeeds deserved not the covering of less bright colours. It was like a ringmaster fallen on hard times having to act clown. But needs must where and as his own country would have none of him, he was tolerant of the flag that hid him from the ' sleuths ' of British law.

BUT WAR CAME, and the chance to redeem himself. What washes so clean as blood - and many a stained escutcheon has in these times been cleansed and renewed- -bathed in the hot blood poured out freely by the ' sons of the line' ? Whether the fleet was laid up or not, George was going ! He might - be over age, but no one could say what age he really was, and he was tougher than most men half his age. He left Queensland for Egypt with the Remount Unit in 1915, and is to-day in Jerusalem with the British forces. Maybe he is treading the Via Dolorosa gazing at a place called Calvary, hoping that One will remember that he, too, had offered his life a ransom for past sins, which were many.

• For ours shall be Jerusalem, the golden city blest,
  • The happy home of which we've sung, in every land and every tongue,
    • When there the pure white cross is hung,
      • Great spirits shall have rest." (Mrs. A. H. Spicer, Chicago)

Prince Dressup was the dandy of the ship, a swell guy even at sea. His singlets were openwork, his moleskins were tailor-made, and his toe-nails were pedicured. The others wore only singlets and  pants, but had the regulation costume been as in the Garden of Eden, his fig-leaf would have been the greenest and freshest there !

At one time he had been the best-dressed man in Sydney, giving the glad and glassy optic to every flapper whose clocked silk stockings caught his fancy. Some girl must have jilted him, and this
was his revenge on the fluffy things, the choice of a life where none of them could feast their eyes on his immaculate masculine eligibility. Or, maybe, he was really in love, and some true woman had
told him only to return to her when he had proved himself a man. if so, he had chosen the best forcing-school for real manhood that existed prior to the war. 

And there was real stuff in Prince Dressup ; for, although there was distinction and style even in the way he opened shell-fish, he took his share of the dirty work, and when the time came he would not let another man take his place in the ranks of the fighters for Australia's freedom. He said, when we knew of the war, ' that it would be rather good fun,' and when he died on Gallipoli, the bullet that passed through his lungs had first of all come through the body of a comrade on his back.

Chum Shrimp's size was the joke of the ship must have weighed three hundred pounds. He could only pass through a door sideways, and the 'Binghis' (natives of New Guinea), when they saw him, blamed him for a recent tidal wave, saying that he had fallen overboard. He was the most active man I have ever known, and on rough days would board the schooner by catching the dinghy boom with one hand as it dipped toward the launch and swing himself hand over hand I never expected the schooner to complete the opposite roll until Chum was ' playing plum in the centre.

Chums parentage was romantic - his father a government official and his mother an island princess-he himself being one of the whitest men I have ever been privileged to call friend. We never thought he would get into the army, for though he was as strong as any two of us, he would require the cloth of three men's suits for his uniform, and he would always have to be the blank file in a column of fours, as four of his size would spread across the street, and to 'cover off' the four behind them would just march in the rear of their spinal columns, having a driveway between each of them.

He was determined to enlist, and a wise government solved the problem by making him quartermaster, thus ensuring in the only way possible that Churn would have a sufficient supply of 'grub.' This job was also right in his hands, because he possessed considerable business instinct ; and you remember Lord Kitchener said of the quartermaster that he was the only man in the army whose salary he did not know!

The fifth Britisher of our crew will growl himself into your favour, being a well-bred British bulldog, looking down with pity on the tykes of mixed blood. Even before the war he showed his anti-German feelings by his treatment of a pet pig that we had on the schooner.

As I look back on it, our evening sport was a prophecy of what is to-day happening on the western front. 'Torres' would stand growling and snapping at the porker, which would squeal and try to get away, but his hoofs could not grip the slippery deck, and though his feet were going so fast as to be blurred he would not be making an inch of progress. The Germans have been squealing and wanting to get away from the British bulldog but they do not know how to retire without collapse.

This pig had a habit of curling up among the anchor chains, and while we only used one anchor he escaped injury, but one rough day when both anchors were dropped simultaneously, piggy shot into the air with a broken back. The Germans have withstood the Allies so far, but now that America is with us, the back of the German resistance will soon be broken.

Of course Torres enlisted ! In the beginning he was with Chum, and there was danger of his growing fat of body and soft of soul in the quartermaster's store, but he was rescued in time, and after months of exciting researches into canine history among the bones of the tombs of Egypt he earned renown at Armenti6res, as his body was found in No Man's Land with his head in the cold hand of a comrade to whom he had attached himself, and I believe his spirit has joined the deathless army of the unburied dead that watch over our patrols and inspire our sentries with the realisation that on an Australian front Man's Land has shrunk and our possession reaches right up to the enemy barbed wire.