Families -- Juvenile fiction; Ireland -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
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[Illustration: “‘Hold tight to the rail,’ Jim’s voice said in Nora’s
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_Jim and Wally_] [_Frontispiece_
JIM AND WALLY
By
MARY GRANT BRUCE
Author of “Mates at Billabong,” “Norah of Billabong,” etc.
W A R D , L O C K & C O . , L I M I T E D
LONDON, MELBOURNE AND TORONTO
1917
_To_
_G. E. B.,_
_Cork, 1915-16_
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I WAR..................................... 9
II YELLOW ENVELOPES........................ 30
III WHEN THE BOYS COME HOME................. 43
IV TO IRELAND.............................. 53
V INTO DONEGAL............................ 74
VI OF LITTLE BROWN TROUT................... 98
VII LOUGH ANOOR............................. 113
VIII JOHN O’NEILL............................ 131
IX PINS AND PORK........................... 147
X THE ROCK OF DOON........................ 161
XI NORTHWARD............................... 183
XII ASS-CART _VERSUS_ MOTOR................. 197
XIII THE CAVE AMONG THE ROCKS................ 213
XIV A FAMILY MATTER......................... 229
XV PLANS OF CAMPAIGN....................... 242
XVI THE FIGHT IN THE DAWN................... 248
CHAPTER I
WAR
“For one the laurel, one the rose, and glory for them all,
All the gallant gentlemen who fight and laugh and fall.”
MARGERY RUTH BETTS.
THE trench wound a sinuous way through the sodden Flanders mud.
Underfoot were boards; and then sandbags; and then more boards, added as
the mud rose up and swallowed all that was put down upon it. Some of the
last-added boards had almost disappeared, ground out of sight by the
trampling feet of hundreds of men: a new battalion had relieved, three
nights before, the men who had held that part of the line for a week,
and when a relief arrives, a trench becomes uncomfortably filled, and
the ground underfoot is churned into deep glue. It was more than time to
put down another floor; to which the only objection was that no more
flooring material was available, and had there been, no one had time to
fetch it.
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