. The Maine central. A journal of travel . en 1 It was sometimes water and sometimes milk,And sometimes applejack, fine as silk. But whatever the tipple has shared it together in bane or I warm to you, friend, when I think ofthis— We have drunk from the same canteen ! The rich and the great sit down to dine,And they quaffto each other in sparkling wine From glasses of crystal and green ;But I guess in their golden potations thej missThe warmth of regard to be found in this— We have drunk from the same canteen ! We have shared our blanket and tents togetherAnd marched and foug

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. The Maine central. A journal of travel . en 1 It was sometimes water and sometimes milk,And sometimes applejack, fine as silk. But whatever the tipple has shared it together in bane or I warm to you, friend, when I think ofthis— We have drunk from the same canteen ! The rich and the great sit down to dine,And they quaffto each other in sparkling wine From glasses of crystal and green ;But I guess in their golden potations thej missThe warmth of regard to be found in this— We have drunk from the same canteen ! We have shared our blanket and tents togetherAnd marched and fought in all kinds ofweather. And hungry and full we have been ;Had days of battle and days of this memory I cling to and love the best— We have drunk from the same canteen ! For when wounded I la) on the outer slope,With my blood flowing fast, and but little hope Upon which my faint spirit could lean ;Oh then, I remember, you crawled to my bleeding so fast it seemed both must have drank from the same

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