THE DESTROYER.

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 3, Issue 250, 24 November 1914, Page 4

THE DESTROYER.

1 .ike the galleys of Hongist, l/>ng, narrow and low, As the bloodhound or bougie 1 scent out the foe ; Now far in the vanguard. Now swift in retreat, The Scout of the Squadron, Tl ig Eyes of the Fleet. Where the ships of the War Lord In safe hiding stay, 1 spy and I luitei To draw thorn away. I turn and they follow How great is my glee— He needs to be wary Who goes after me.

I feel now the might Of the smokeless Welsh coal: With the speed yf a racer I fly to my goal. The fueman who follows No more need I hee I. Than the crest of the billow Shorn off by my speed. Yet soft—not too fast Lest 1 leave them behind : I must use all my cunning, Not lice like the wind : Ha! There comes my Squadron, And now they may see My stern battle-cruiser* A-p.icing the sea.

Now, doomed and deluded, They learn their mistake ; God help the pursuer Who follows my wake. Salt, salt is the draught Hy the enemy diunk, Out-iun and out-fought, Out-manoeuvred—and sunk. —Ci.nE 11. J. WHY