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hurried away atthe call of duty.
Father anddaughter descended the gangway to the wharf. She stood as in a dream, withstreaming eyes, among other women, and looked at the great ship. The shouts ofthe crowd, the glitter of the sunshine, the many-colored bunting, seemed like acruel mockery to her aching heart. Her Harold was gone from her--and God knewwhen he would return. And everywhere the women wept and strained and ached atparting with their dear ones.
The transport waslike a hive at swarming-time. The soldiers were hanging over the bulwarks andclinging to the rigging. Hats and handkerchiefs waved, women wept and mencheered. Then amidst all the noise and movement the blades of the screw beganslowly to churn the water. As the seething white foam swirled astern, the band struckup "Auld Lang Syne," and the great ship swung majestically intomid-stream, her engines throbbing, and black smoke pouring through her funnelsfrom the newly stoked furnaces below. Brenda, for weeping, could hardly see thegrey monster gliding over the glittering waters; nor, strain as she would,could she make out her Harold's dear face amongst those hundreds of facesturned shoreward. The band changed the tune:
"I'm leavingthee in sorrow, Annie,