THREE ANZACS IN THE WAR 
 
THREE ANZACS IN 
 THE WAR 
 
 BY 
 
 LIEUT. E. A. DUNN 
 
 
 
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TO 
 
 MY WIFE 
 
 WHOSE SUSTAINING SYMPATHY OVERSEAS 
 HELPED ME THROUGH THE DARKEST 
 
 HOURS IN THE LINE 
 AND IN THE CASUALTY WARD 
 
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, 
 
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 THREE ANZACS IN THE WAR 
 
 ONCE again the Eternal Question clamoured : 
 urgently, with an insistence that would not be 
 denied. The beastly War waxed ever more intri- 
 cate. Something resembling the actual truth began 
 to filter through to the Antipodes. In spite of 
 what the know-alls had emphasised from the very 
 start (that the rich, financial world, let alone Ger- 
 many, could never stand the strain longer than 
 six months) here was the conflict well into the second 
 year ; and, notwithstanding all patriotic paper eye- 
 wash, we seemed further off than ever from that 
 smashing victory which was to set free the Nations 
 for all time. 
 
 Young bloods up to twenty-five and thirty years 
 of age had gone by the thousands to help the Mother- 
 land in her extremity. It now became a problem 
 whether older men, with Rifle, and some Military 
 experience, should not go too. Those with family 
 ties began to ask the question, as well as those 
 with none. 
 
 Why not ? If it were a case of fighting for an 
 existence worth while, was it not the duty of every 
 fit man up to at least forty to go ? 
 
 That's what was bothering me. 
 
 I knew also that it was worrying Jim Redfern. 
 
 But we tacitly avoided the subject as applied to 
 ourselves. So many thousands of younger chaps in 
 
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 the pink of condition, with no ties whatever, lagged 
 behind. It wasn't fair to those whose " wind ' 
 was not so good ; although their muscles might be 
 tougher, and their power of endurance greater. 
 
 But lately, back of all this, a sinister feeling would 
 creep in that it was becoming more and more 
 necessary for every one who was able, to enlist. An 
 uncanny premonition of disaster from which it 
 might be hard to recover, would force itself upon 
 one. Things were really going badly. They looked 
 as though they would get worse. We were not 
 accomplishing what we ought, what we could. It 
 was becoming intolerable ! The situation was un- 
 doubtedly very grave. If any one could use a rifle 
 intelligently and had sound health, well then, let 
 him get to business. No. There could be no doubt 
 about it. The die was cast ! Yes ; surely it was the 
 only way ! 
 
 Thus my thoughts as I sat at a table in a quiet 
 Sydney restaurant in an unfrequented street ; 
 away from the usual haunts of city men. For I 
 wanted to think it all out in a semi-detached state 
 of mind, with nothing in the environment to in- 
 fluence me unduly one way or the other. 
 
 And then Jim walked into the very same place ; 
 and looking up, came and sat beside me ! 
 
 " Don't see you here often, old chap," he remarked. 
 
 " Ditto, deceiving one. Especially as we generally 
 lunch at the ' Black Swan.' 
 
 Lunch ordered to his satisfaction, he remained 
 silent for some moments. 
 
 " Any special reason why you came here ? : I 
 ventured. 
 
 " Oh, just to be quiet," he returned carelessly. 
 Then, as an afterthought, ' And to think." 
 
 I looked at him quickly, and his eyes dropped. 
 The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. 
 
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 When the bill was paid, and the outer air reached, 
 Jim suggested : 
 
 " May as well go for a stroll, if you are not pushed 
 for time." 
 
 Things were decidedly slack, so it was quite easy 
 to take the walk. We turned into George Street, 
 and continued up to the top, smoking cigarettes 
 on the way. We drew abreast of the Town Hall, 
 and stopped in front of the Markets' entrance. 
 
 Suddenly Jim said : 
 
 " Excuse me, old fellow, but I want to go in here ' 
 (pointing to the Recruiting Booth), " and as I don't 
 mean to be extra late back at the office, I think I'll 
 get it over now." 
 
 " You blighter," I cried, gripping him by the arm 
 in a way that made him wince : ; why didn't you 
 say so before ? It's the very thing Pm going to do. 
 And a good ten minutes wasted walking instead of 
 riding up by tram." 
 
 Now, talking oneself into conviction that it is the 
 right thing to enlist, is a vastly different affair from 
 actually taking the irrevocable step. As one hesi- 
 tates on the threshold, he experiences a feeling very 
 much akin to what the impending pronouncement 
 of death-sentence must "be like to the prisoner. 
 Outside he is a free civilian. Once inside, and the 
 papers signed, he has yielded up his liberty, and all 
 claim to individual existence. In a few minutes he 
 is transformed into a soldier : an atom in a mighty 
 Army fighting in the greatest and bloodiest conflict 
 the world has ever seen. 
 
 Many and many a man has felt that, as he puts 
 his name to the attestation -paper, he has actually 
 signed his death-warrant. And of course many a 
 brave fellow unfortunately has. It is the luck of 
 war. It needs a real courage not to funk it at the 
 very last moment. As Mr. Mantalini would say, 
 
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 " it feels demnition awful." But once the plunge 
 is taken, one feels relieved that it is over ; and that 
 now at any rate he will be able to do something 
 tangible to help things along. 
 
 Later in the day we had afternoon tea at Farmer's, 
 which was crowded. Scarcely had we sat down, 
 when Dick Dudley, a rising young journalist, came 
 and joined us. Dick was a bridegroom of a few 
 months, and was brimming over with happiness. 
 He had a very clear brain ; and before marriage had 
 reserved the right of going to old haunts with his 
 particular chums, irrespective of sex. 
 
 " No lady friend to-day ? ; ' gibed Redfern. 
 
 " No lady friend," echoed Dick rather soberly. 
 
 " How can the greatest paper in Sydney spare the 
 chief of the Reporting staff for half -an-hour ? : I 
 asked. 
 
 " The paper will have to spare me for several half- 
 years, probably," returned Dick drily. 
 
 We looked at him dumfoundered. Of course we 
 knew then. But why should Dick go yet ? 
 
 " And what does the lady say ? : ' asked Jim slowly. 
 
 " The best little woman in the world is also the 
 bravest. She knew what was tugging at me all 
 along, though I never said a word. And last night 
 I couldn't sleep she put out her hand, squeezed 
 mine, and said, ' Dick, don't be afraid for me. 
 You must go. I know you want to. And and- 
 so do I.' 
 
 And that is how three mates, all aching to do their 
 bit from the start, quite unknown to each other; 
 each with ties that had made him delay as long as 
 possible ; found that a telepathic wave, working in 
 some unknown way, had influenced them to join 
 up on the same day in the Australian Imperial 
 Force on Active Service abroad. 
 
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 There was a fortnight's leave granted before 
 reporting at the Victoria Barracks ; and much of 
 that time was spent at a private preparatory school 
 of Military Instruction. Those in the know had 
 said that any one with average intelligence who was 
 willing to work, could get Corporal's stripes pretty 
 quickly. And we worked every afternoon and even- 
 ing. It was interesting ; but at times discouraging. 
 All the drill was new ; and there was little of actual 
 material to work on. Still, it was the best under 
 the circumstances ; and at the end of the fortnight, 
 we each felt it was time well spent. Then came final 
 arrangements ; the packing of bags, the farewell 
 evenings to friends ; and the dawning of the day 
 when each would shed his civilian clothes, and don 
 the working blue and parade khaki of the Army. It 
 was the day of days ! It was our day : one never to 
 be forgotten ; for it marked a new epoch in three 
 lives. 
 
II 
 
 " FALL in with kits in two ranks. Get a move 
 on. Don't jostle. Cover off there. Eats on the 
 ground." 
 
 A great shuffling of feet ; a very tortuous line ; 
 a much varied assortment of attire and kits ; a look 
 of nervous anxiety in most faces. 
 
 " Why the blazes don't you cover off your front 
 rank men in the rear ? ' ' roars the Sergeant. 
 
 More shuffling, " concertina ' movement, taking 
 up and lowering of bags ; and finally a lull. 
 
 " Number off from the right." 
 
 It has to be done four times before flurried ones 
 realise that seven follows six, and that there are not 
 to be two tens together. 
 
 " Form jours" 
 
 Four very irregular lines with many even " duds ' 
 who have not moved. 
 
 " Once more," roars the Sergeant. ' Even 
 numbers two four six and so on a pace to 
 the rear and a pace to the right." 
 
 The order is repeated with a little better success. 
 But some odds will move, and some evens will 
 remain stationary. So the S.M. has to go along and 
 with many sarcastic comments correct the dopes. 
 
 ' Right." 
 
 Some turn to the right, some to the left. The 
 offenders are again corrected. 
 
 " Left turn." 
 
 All turn to the left ; and about half continue the 
 
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 movement and come back to the original two ranks. 
 The others have to be pulled back. 
 
 " Remember your numbers. Stand easy." 
 
 The new recruits were now checked over once 
 more with papers ; and two had to be hauled out 
 because they had come along too early, and had 
 answered to names similar to their own. The fact 
 that in each case one initial did not correspond with 
 their own, did not seem to matter to them. But it 
 did to the authorities. It is idiots like these who 
 sometimes cause errors in the casualty-list later 
 on. 
 
 This little hitch over, the party was marched off 
 the parade ground, and entrained for Camunda 
 Camp. 
 
 Here all recruits were assembled for the address 
 and advice given by the M.O. Then they were drafted 
 temporarily to Companies. 
 
 The first night in a military camp is often a strange, 
 uncongenial experience. It is one matter to look 
 forward to a fortnight's camping on some river 
 bank, with all the luxuries one likes to assemble : 
 stretchers, soft blankets, pillows, wash appliances, 
 mirrors, camp-stools and even deck chairs ; with one 
 or two kindred mates, plenty of room in a 10 by 12 
 tent ; and your time your own ; up to midnight, 
 if you like, reading comfortably in bed with the aid 
 of an acetylene lamp. 
 
 It is quite another thing to herd with nine other 
 men in a bell tent, with tattered flaps that let in the 
 cold night wind ; and only room enough for six to 
 camp in it comfortably. Our trio had got the tip 
 to choose tent mates on the journey up ; but in spite 
 of careful selection, two proved rather rotters. 
 
 We three were wise in going to bed early. Of 
 course we chose the best positions, and got our spare 
 gear hung on the tent-pole as far as possible. The 
 
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 two flighty birds had slung their valises in the tent, 
 and got leave for the remainder of the day. 
 
 It was a problem for even eight of us to settle 
 down on the hard ground, and arrange our things 
 so that they could be found at Reveille. 
 
 " Here, put those boots in the centre of the tent," 
 calls out one to his neighbour, who has planted the 
 new, high-smelling leather near his neighbour's 
 head. 
 
 What the blazes is that against my feet ? ' 
 cries another, giving a vigorous kick against some 
 obstruction. 
 
 " Here, let up ! That's my big toe, you clumsy 
 coot," comes from the other side. 
 
 Things have become fairly quiet again. A vigorous 
 gust of wind shakes the tent. There is a fall of 
 many things, and a simultaneous pulling-up of feet. 
 Some one gets up and lights a candle. Things are 
 pulled apart, and an endeavour made to disentangle 
 property. Then a head is thrust into the tent. 
 
 ' If you fellows don't put that light out quick and 
 lively, I'll report the tent in the morning." 
 
 Out goes the light ; and we try to settle down. 
 
 Near midnight voices in argument are heard 
 outside. 
 
 ' I tell you our blinking tent is in this line." 
 
 " And I'll bet you a quid it's over there." 
 
 " Well, I'm going in here ; ' and in tumbles a 
 dishevelled head, and the tent is nearly knocked 
 down. 
 
 " Whose tent's this ? ' 
 
 ' Ours." 
 
 " Well, I came up with you blokes, didn't I ? : 
 
 " What name ? : from the Tent Commander. 
 Weston ; an' as good a name as yours, boss." 
 
 " Yes, this is your tent ; but you must go to bed 
 quietly, and in the dark, or there'll be a row," 
 
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 ' Come on, Bill," he cries to his mate. Tumble 
 in here. Told yer I was right." 
 
 He strikes a match ; and after many attempts at 
 last succeeds in lighting a candle and putting it on 
 a precarious stand. Then he looks round. 
 
 " And how the hell is a fellow to get a shake -down 
 here ? " he grumbles. 
 
 No one moves. So he makes a dive for the least 
 crowded space. Many grunts and protests follow, 
 but the fellow must be accommodated somehow ; 
 and eventually he settles down with many growls. 
 
 Outside, his mate has turned unsteady steps to- 
 wards the tent, and made several unsuccessful at- 
 tempts to enter. Then he suddenly falls in on 
 some one's head. A furious scuffle ensues, and every 
 one in the tent is awakened. The Tent Commander 
 threatens to turn the offender out unless he settles 
 down. A heated argument follows, and some one 
 suddenly pulls the swaying figure down and holds 
 him there. He is too full to rise, and in five minutes 
 is snoring stertorously. 
 
 With the issue of uniform, boots, blue overalls, 
 and overcoat, one begins to realise he has brought 
 too much luggage into camp. The new clothes are 
 tried on ; and the " civilians ' packed away into 
 bags, to be left at home on the first leave granted. 
 
 On donning the ill-fitting blue canvas suits, and 
 lining up in them on the first parade, one begins to 
 feel that the glamour of war has lost much of its 
 potency. But the khaki must be kept clean for 
 special parades, and for going on leave to town. 
 
 The day came when e C ' Company were for 
 " duty." That meant that most of its 250 men had 
 to be split up into various " fatigues," from picking 
 up matches to making new drains and roads. 
 
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 Dick Dudley, who knew the O.C., was made an 
 Acting Corporal the second day in camp, on account 
 of previous experience at Easter Bivouacs ; and was 
 soon marching off his party to get picks and shovels. 
 Five other parties had also moved, and there yet 
 remained twenty men. The S.M. was wondering 
 what he would do with them, when a message came 
 from Battalion, that a working party was required 
 by the Pioneers for " camp improvements." There 
 were no corporals left to take charge. 
 
 " Can any one, with previous experience, take this 
 lot of men along ? ' asked the Company S.M. 
 
 A modest looking from one to the other. 
 
 Then, taking courage in both hands, out I 
 stepped. 
 
 " All right, Corporal. Move them off." 
 
 I squared my shoulders. I wanted those two 
 stripes ; and here was my chance ! 
 
 For a moment I was flurried. 
 
 It is so easy in the ranks to criticise a corporal 
 who inadvertently gives " right " instead of " left." 
 But when you get out to do it yourself, you appre- 
 ciate the fellow's feelings. 
 
 I was looking at the left-hand man, when just about 
 to give the order " Number," and suddenly remem- 
 bered positions are apparently reversed when facing 
 the squad. So I looked at the other end. 
 
 ' Number, from the right." 
 
 The numbers flew along. 
 
 " Form fours ! ' The " evens ' got into position. 
 
 ' Ri : I stopped just in time, and turned it 
 into a clearing of the throat. These men had to 
 move to the left, and must be turned that way. 
 
 " Left ! ' I roared in the loudest tones. 
 
 ' Quick March ! '' 
 
 I shall never forget that first order, with the S.M. 
 looking on I was trembling, and the perspiration 
 
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 streamed down my back. But I marched my men 
 out, and brought them back correctly : the first 
 time. 
 
 Two days later I came out in Orders as Acting 
 Corpora], carrying Corporal's pay. 
 
 B 
 
Ill 
 
 GETTING the men up and out of the tents on to 
 parade by 6.45 a.m. is the hardest part of a Tent 
 Commander's job. Reveille sounds at 8 a.m. during 
 summer months ; and there are always two or three 
 late birds who will sleep on till 6.30 ; with the result 
 that the whole tent is made late in getting blankets 
 out in piles for airing, and properly " dressed ' 
 with their neighbours. 
 
 Corporals must sleep with the men, and are ex- 
 officio in charge of a tent. One did not mind men 
 lingering till 6. 15 ; but any one later than that would 
 throw the others back in the matter of washing, 
 and the all -important shaving. Two chaps were 
 particularly troublesome ; and on several occasions 
 free rights were narrowly averted when blankets 
 were roughly pulled off by comrades, after the 
 quarter of an hour's grace. 
 
 The Company would fall in by platoons at 6.45 ; 
 and it was a job to catch the proverbial late ones, 
 with a roll-book glued before one's eyes, and often 
 an incorrect list at that. The names would be gone 
 through, and then: 
 
 ' Any one whose name has not been called ? : 
 
 Several would put up hands, or step forward. 
 These men had sneaked in after their names were 
 read out. 
 
 Of course it was hard at first to remember every 
 name that had been called ; but after a day or two 
 it was noticeable that the same names were appar- 
 ently omitted. 
 
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 The third day I was ready for my section ; with 
 the result that five offenders had to go to " Orderly 
 Room," and were put on extra Guard, or Field 
 Punishment. 
 
 Another common trick : 
 
 A fellow is just putting on his boots when the 
 whistle blows. 
 
 " Answer my name for me, Bill," he sings out 
 to his mate. 
 
 Now, it is hard enough to remember faces with 
 names ; and to do it the roll-caller has to look up 
 each time a name is mentioned. But to frustrate 
 this last trick, he has to remember voices as well. 
 It is almost impossible to do this when men are con- 
 tinually coming and going, as they are in a " Depot ' 
 or " Draft " Battalion. 
 
 A brain -wave came to the rescue. 
 ' Each man as he answers his name will take a 
 pace forward. Corporal Dubbs, see that the rear 
 rank do this. I can watch the front." 
 
 So the men took a tumble, and found it paid to 
 be in their places at the right time. 
 
 The Australian is a peculiar mixture. 
 
 He will grunt and growl and swear at being 
 disturbed at such an unholy hour of the day ; will 
 be cantankerous and quarrelsome with his best 
 friend during dressing ; but when he finally gets out 
 into the open, " doubles ' for a quarter of a mile, 
 and then goes through half-an-hour's strenuous 
 physical jerks, he will return to camp bubbling 
 over with good spirits, inwardly admiring a discipline 
 that made him get up and rejuvenate his body. 
 But next day he is as bad as ever, until he has had 
 some early morning steaming tea, a good run, and 
 a good breakfast. 
 
 Meals are the trial of the new N.C.O.'s life. 
 
 The childishness of grown men up to thirty-five 
 
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 years of age is unbelievable until one has been in a 
 recruiting camp. 
 
 " Tent Orderlies " are appointed in rotation each 
 day; and at the cook-house bugle call, these are 
 lined up and marched to the cook-house. Here the 
 meal is divided up and put into ' dixies ' by the 
 cooks, together with a separate dixie for tea. 
 
 The orderlies carry these, march back, and place 
 two dixies opposite each tent. Unless the Tent 
 Commander is a strong man, there will be trouble. 
 The greedy ones, instead of waiting for the orderly 
 to " dish out," will make a dive for the biggest 
 bits of meat, and try to get more than their share 
 of potatoes ; and some of the others are sure to go 
 short. The Orderly Sergeant cannot be everywhere 
 at once ; so it rests with Tent Commanders and 
 orderlies to make a fair deal. 
 
 Dick Dudley and I put our heads together, and 
 agreed upon a plan of campaign. 
 
 Each of our sections ran into two tents, and we 
 decided to make the men keep in the tents and come 
 out one by one to get their portions. 
 
 The first day this plan was tried, one or two 
 roughies tried to lead the tents with a ' rush." 
 But just as they and their mates were hopping out 
 the O.C. happened along, and wanted to know 
 what all the blinking row was about ? 
 
 I explained the scheme, and pointed out the two 
 rioters. 
 
 " All right, Corporal. Make out a charge-sheet 
 against them. And in future the whole Company 
 will adopt this scheme at meals." 
 
 Within a week our Company had the reputation 
 of having the best -conducted meal parades in the 
 Battalion. 
 
 But even with all this careful planning some men 
 would always growl that they had got ' all gristle 
 
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 and bone " and " the other cove got all the meat/' 
 On one occasion, when there was real cause for 
 complaint, and the ration was cut too fine, I went 
 back with the Orderly and got extra rations. When 
 I returned the men had gone off in a huff to get a 
 feed at the Y.M.C.A. hut ! 
 
 Sick Parades are interesting features of any camp. 
 
 As a rule, about a quarter of a Platoon, and 
 sometimes more, will parade sick on a Monday morn- 
 ing. The effects of Saturday and Sunday leave 
 have to be got over ; and the easiest way is to go 
 on the sick-list. 
 
 The Weary Willies line up at the Orderly Tent, 
 coughing pitifully, and looking like dead-beats from 
 the " Never-Never." 
 
 A few are genuine cases, and are marked " No 
 Duty " for the day. But the majority are " swinging 
 the lead " ; and the M.O. knows it. So he pre- 
 scribes some unholy poison, and marks opposite 
 the patient " Light Duty." The professional 
 pointers are allotted the most uncongenial tasks 
 allowable; and the others the job of picking up 
 matches, paper, and generally keeping the lines 
 clean. 
 
 The unwary novice will often parade sick on a 
 Friday. If his case is obvious, the M.O. has a trick 
 of marking him " Three Days' Light Duty." This 
 means he cannot leave camp over Saturday and 
 Sunday. When the innocent shirker thus falls 
 in, nearly always he will turn up at 9 a.m. parade 
 the same day, and tell the Section Commander that 
 he ' feels all right since breakfast," and " please 
 cross him off the sick-list." But sometimes the 
 S.C. is hard-hearted, and will not do this. 
 
 I have been in many camps, and learnt most of 
 the tricks of men, and I can honestly say I cannot 
 remember a Saturday morning when there was a 
 
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 sick parade. A man had to be in hospital with 
 pneumonia or a sprained ankle to keep him away 
 from week-end leave : barring those due for Guard 
 or town Picquet. 
 
 Jim Redfern had the bad luck to miss even a 
 Lance- Corporal's stripe. He was not lacking in 
 education, but in that first military essential, 
 confidence. " Bluff 3 was beyond him. He was 
 far too conscientious for that. 
 
 One morning he was given a show with a squad of 
 twelve. 
 
 He called them to attention all right, but gave 
 the order to form fours before numbering off. 
 That set the men laughing. And when they were 
 numbered, he turned them to the left instead of 
 the right. Of course the men took his measure, 
 were unmanageable, and his Sergeant passed him 
 out. 
 
 But Jim was not to be put down lightly. 
 
 An enthusiastic Sub asked Dick and me to 
 become members of a ' brush-up ' class, and we 
 put in a word for Jim ; so he came along too. We 
 worked hard every evening in camp, and in a fort- 
 night were imaginary Company Commanders. It 
 wanted something like this to keep up to the mark 
 those who had joined with the full intention of 
 doing their best for their King and Country. 
 
 For we had no rifles ; and after a fortnight of 
 squad drill and physical exercises, varied with an 
 occasional route march, the camp life began to get 
 monotonous, and enthusiasm to wane. 
 
 One week, however, was full of interest. 
 
 On three different days the Battalion did Advanced 
 and Rear Guards to points several miles distant ; 
 and the men grew quite keen in scouting the country 
 trying to locate the foe. 
 
 Then there was a big tactical night operation. 
 
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 The Major was particularly keen on it. 
 
 " A " and " B " Companies marched off to a certain 
 locality directly after tea, and were to take up an 
 outpost position unknown in detail to the others. 
 "C' and "D' were told the vicinity, and, if 
 possible, were to get through " A" and " B's " sentries 
 and picquets, and surprise them in the flank. 
 
 Bets high and low were made as to which Com- 
 panies would secure the most prisoners. It was 
 even rumoured that the Major had a 5 wager on, 
 that he would get through " C ' and " D's ' lines 
 unobserved. 
 
 The Battalion marched out in high spirits some 
 five miles, and bivouacked in the starlight. Then 
 " A " and " B ' moved off silently to take up their 
 position near some water- works. Three hours later 
 " C ' and " D ' were to move, and get through, if 
 possible. 
 
 Every man in " C " and " D " was as keen as mustard 
 on the stunt. If in the darkness a man tripped or 
 broke a dead bough, his Sergeant roared him up 
 in tense, terse whispers. Sentries were posted and 
 connecting patrols moved silently between. The 
 main road was guarded extensively on both sides 
 with men who lay flat on the ground in silence for 
 four hours. 
 
 Then some bushman heard a bush rustle and a 
 twig crack. Without moving he first located the 
 spot, and then sent a message along. A few minutes 
 later there was a violent scuffle, and " C " Company 
 secured the first patrol prisoner from "A," and 
 marched him off. Six more were caught shortly 
 afterwards, and we began to plume ourselves. 
 
 But then " A " men got wary, and their scouting 
 parties went round in a different direction. Half- 
 an-hour later, a hundred yards further down the 
 road, and creeping along a small bush track, a party 
 
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 of seven " foot-pads ' came stealthily into the 
 wood. They were too far off for our post to tackle ; 
 but fortunately there was a picquet of ours further 
 down. The sentry who spotted them went swiftly 
 along and warned the picquet. On came the party 
 of seven, as cunning as cats. The road (a side 
 track) was apparently unguarded. They grew 
 bolder, and began a jog-trot. All at once they were 
 surrounded by twenty men and secured. At first 
 they came along quietly, but suddenly tried to 
 " do a dash " and escape. One fellow did get away ; 
 but the others were secured again, and rather roughly 
 handled. Then one began protesting loudly. 
 
 " Stop screwing my arm, I tell you, man. I am 
 the Major. Let me go at once." 
 
 " No bloomin' fear," returned the fellow, pressing 
 harder ; " you don't come that game on me. You 
 can't fool me, trying to take off old Pork Pie Toby." 
 
 ' Let me go, you fool," protested the prisoner 
 again, trying to wriggle free. 
 
 But the man, who was new to the camp, for reply 
 got out his muffler and secured the prisoner's mouth. 
 
 And in this fashion the six men were marched 
 up to the Officer in charge of the prisoners. 
 
 'Ere's a bloke thinks Vs a bloomin' Major," 
 says the capturer jocularly, handing over his charge. 
 
 ' And so it is, you ass. Undo that muffler at 
 once," commanded the flustered Lieutenant in 
 charge. 
 
 But the man did a precipitate disappearing 
 stampede. He was hauled into camp three days 
 later, dead drunk. 
 
 We worked all our spare time on the drill -book; 
 for rumour had it that the N.C.O. School would start 
 in a fortnight. Only seven were to be chosen out 
 of twelve applicants. Jim Redfern had managed 
 
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 to squeeze into the twelve on the strength of a 
 probationary Lance -Corporal stripe, was working 
 like a nigger, and slowly improving. 
 
 Two days before the date fixed for the school, 
 word came through that it was postponed a month ! 
 Our castles in the air fell to earth with a crash ! 
 We cursed our luck, cursed the camp ; and, after 
 the manner of Job, cursed the day we had been 
 born into the Military. The Major was away for 
 a few days, and the second-in-command well, he 
 was a bit easy-going. The whole Battalion got 
 into general slackness ; and that week-end we three 
 went to town, and had a real blow-out. 
 
IV 
 
 DICK DUDLEY had been promoted to Acting- 
 Sergeant. He assumed the much -cove ted three 
 stripes that entitled him to join the Sergeants' Mess. 
 
 No doubt I would have had the same, for our 
 Company were short of N.C.O.'s, but I had had the 
 bad luck to fall foul of the O.C. over a small matter 
 in which I deemed I was in the right ; and he was 
 an unforgiving chap, especially if he knew he was 
 in the wrong. I was also of a stubborn nature ; 
 and there you are. 
 
 The Major had been away ten days, and camp 
 life had settled down into a dull routine, with little 
 variation to relieve the monotony. We still kept 
 our N.C.O. class going; but there was no incentive 
 to keep keyed up to the mark, and we seemed to be 
 going back rather than improving. 
 
 In our ordinary jobs, when detailed for Orderly 
 Sergeant or Corporal, we began to relax. Formerly, 
 when one was enthusiastic, it had been hard enough 
 to keep track of details when " C ' Company was 
 for duty. Now, we almost let the men do as they 
 liked, within reason. 
 
 Dick, who was the youngest of our trio, and a 
 born soldier, noticed it. 
 
 " I say, you fellows, this won't do. We are 
 getting stale. How are we going to win the war if 
 we degenerate like this ? : 
 
 " Well, why don't they send us to that school ? : 
 grumbled Jim. " In this game a chap is for ever 
 being lured on, and on, and then his hopes are 
 
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 suddenly dashed to the ground. A fellow is better 
 off as a private with nothing to worry him." 
 
 " That sort of thing 's no good to us, anyhow/ 3 
 returned Dick briskly. ' I just struck another 
 Lieutenant who has offered to teach us Map Reading 
 and Reconnaissance. What do you say ? : 
 
 That was Dick all over. If he had bully-ragged 
 us, and called us all kinds of shirking, degenerate 
 fools, we would have sulked, and remained in the 
 slacking groove. He had the same way with the 
 men. He very rarely roared at them. When he 
 did, it was like a bolt from the blue, and was not 
 quickly forgotten. He used his reasoning powers 
 with them, and always appealed to their better 
 nature ; and so got the best out of them. 
 
 And so with us. We braced up immediately. 
 
 " Let's get to work as quick as you like," I 
 responded. 
 
 And every evening available we went off with the 
 little Lieutenant, and were inured into the mysteries 
 of ' conventional signs," and the intricacies of 
 map -making and reading. 
 
 Then we would sometimes get an afternoon off, 
 and make a tour of the surrounding district, and 
 bring home very respectable information in regard 
 to contours, re-entrants, woods, creeks, and hilly 
 country. 
 
 The little Lieutenant was so pleased that he varied 
 his programme ; and we began to get familiar with 
 elementary tactics, and much useful groundwork. 
 
 Even ordinary camp duties became bearable 
 when, at the end of the day, we had such pleasant 
 work to look forward to ; and we began to realise 
 that the constant attention to small details leaves 
 its mark unconsciously, and some day might stand 
 us in good stead. 
 
 The Major had been away a fortnight. 
 
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 Of course, many said he was having a good time 
 in Sydney. But when we suggested this to the 
 little Lieutenant, he merely winked. 
 
 Suddenly the Major appeared unexpectedly on 
 Parade. 
 
 The change in the men was marked. 
 
 There was an alacrity in their movements. They 
 stood to attention with the steadiness of veterans. 
 They were careful about the smallest matter of 
 dress ; and things began to move with a swing ! 
 
 Next day he sent for the " twelve." 
 
 We lined up, and he explained that the delayed 
 school was to start next week. There would be a 
 test-examination that afternoon, and the best seven 
 would be chosen. 
 
 Then there were tremors and heartburnings. 
 How glad we were we had kept going with our class. 
 Unwittingly the zest of the outside lessons was 
 transmitted to our ordinary drill -work. 
 
 All that morning the little Lieutenant had us 
 going at the detail of " Attention," " Form Fours," 
 " Right Form," " Right Incline," and so on. 
 
 The eventful afternoon arrived. 
 
 There was a squad of men on which we had to 
 experiment. 
 
 Of course Dick handled them superbly, and 
 came through, we knew, with flying colours. 
 
 As luck would have it, I had to detail and carry 
 out two movements that came to me rather easily, 
 and I hoped for the best. 
 
 At the last moment Jim got flurried. He forgot 
 to call his men to attention, and had to be pulled 
 up. His voice also was weak with nervousness. 
 
 " This isn't a drawing-room party," suggested 
 the Major. " Think of these men as a squad of 
 new recruits who want plenty of brushing up. Let 
 your voice go, man." 
 
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 I never heard Jim bellow like he did from that 
 moment ! His blood was up. He corrected faults 
 that were not there. He was at the men tooth and 
 nail. He positively bullied them most unmerci- 
 fully. The Major's face began to clear. He seemed 
 pleased. 
 
 " That will do, thank you. Corporal Blank, 
 take charge of the squad and bring them into line 
 with their inner flank resting on my left." 
 
 And so on through the twelve. 
 
 This class will fall in at 8.30 to-morrow, and 
 the names of successful candidates be announced," 
 concluded the Major. And then he dismissed us. 
 
 There was no sleep for us that night ! Into the 
 early hours we discussed chances and possibilities, 
 and severely criticised our several shortcomings. 
 
 We fell in and faced the Major. 
 
 I am very pleased with the work of the class. 
 I have just received word that the whole of the 
 twelve, all of whom I recommended over the 'phone, 
 will attend the N.C.O. School, starting on Monday 
 next." 
 
 There was no sleep that night either. 
 
THE N.C.O. School was held at the Barracks 
 the same ones at which we had enlisted as novices 
 over two months before. 
 
 It was hard not to look upon that day's recruits 
 lined up before the office, without a patronising 
 air, somewhat akin to compassion. We did feel 
 such veterans compared to them ! 
 
 The first morning was taken up with checking off 
 250 candidates' names. Some men, of course, were 
 late, and others missing. The late ones came in 
 for some scathing words from the C.I., who was a 
 hardened old veteran, and had seen much service 
 in various parts of the world. I have never yet 
 met his equal for bucking up a squad either in word 
 of command, drill, or rifle work. 
 
 We were divided into squads of from fourteen to 
 sixteen, and were placed alphabetically in order. 
 So that in the afternoon we three found ourselves 
 separated. 
 
 The following day work started in real earnest. 
 It was made quite clear that any one caught slacking 
 on any parade whatever, would be warned once ; 
 but on the second occasion he would be sent back 
 to his unit. 
 
 Now, good-bye, slackness ! It was work in real 
 earnest : hard, genuine graft from early morning 
 till evening, and often afterwards. It was open 
 competition, and each stood on his own. At the 
 
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 end of the month, a 25 or 30 per cent, selection of 
 the most eligible men would be made as candidates 
 for the Military College. From these, again, later 
 on, another weeding out would be done before 
 Commissions could be granted. It strung one up 
 to a pitch of the best strenuous endeavour. Every 
 one for himself ! There would be no excuses. It 
 was a case of the survival of the fittest. It was 
 hard, but it was the only way ultimately to get 
 the best officers. 
 
 When our squad was complete, I tried to take 
 stock of my competitors. There were three or four 
 young fellows who had evidently had ' cadet ' 
 compulsory training. They showed up well from 
 the first. After a few days my hopes began to sink, 
 but I doggedly set my teeth. Anyway, I would give 
 them a good run for it, in spite of their great 
 advantage. 
 
 But it was exacting, disappointing work. 
 
 Our Sergeant-Major was an old Imperial Scotch- 
 man, who was an awful stickler for details, and was 
 even worse in the matter of proper ' sequence." 
 True to the traditions of his ancestors, he would 
 allow no swerving from the straight and narrow 
 path whatever. 
 
 It was his custom in Rifle work, which was his 
 great subject (oh, how he loved it !) to get each man 
 to come out and go through the detail of ' Fire 
 discipline," " Fire control," or parts of the rifle ; 
 and if the candidate gave one little item out of its 
 proper sequential order, he would pass him out 
 and say, " Next man." It was just like being sent 
 to the bottom of the class at school ! 
 
 Many times did I fall in, for it was many years 
 since I had attended school ; and learning yards of 
 detail that must be delivered freely at any moment, 
 
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 was pretty hard graft. On several occasions during 
 the first few days he almost snapped at me, for I 
 was losing confidence, and did worse than I should 
 have done. At the end of the first week yes : I 
 got the sulks ! 
 
 Dick, Jim, and I week-ended together, and com- 
 pared notes. 
 
 We went to Bondi, and lived in the surf for two 
 days. Between sun baths, we practised ' words 
 of command ' to the Ocean. 
 
 When finally we dressed, we catechised and 
 criticised each other mercilessly and to our hearts' 
 content. 
 
 Dick noticed my want of enthusiasm. 
 
 And then I let go. I did not mince matters, 
 and finished up by saying that for two pins I would 
 rejoin my unit on the Monday, and drop the idea 
 of a Commission in that far-off, day-dream Military 
 College. 
 
 " Drop that rot," he commanded sharply. " The 
 stuff's in you, and you know it. To put it straight, 
 oh sulky one, you are inclined to be slow and a bit 
 hesitating. Buck up, man ! Put more bluff into 
 it. Even if you don't quite know, make out that 
 you do. If you only knew it, being under that 
 particular Scot (the best man here) is the finest 
 thing that ever happened to you. Show him you 
 don't care a damn for him. Show him you're a 
 man, anyway ; and if I'm not very much mistaken, 
 it will appeal to him. Now, let's have another go at 
 1 march discipline.' 
 
 I had a go. I remembered Jim's efforts before 
 the Major, and got into a good confident swing. 
 When it was finished : 
 
 ' Now, don't be a fool any longer, but work like 
 hell, and go in and win." 
 
 That week-end was the making of me. 
 
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 The first course on Monday at 9 o'clock parade 
 was five rounds " grouping " at the miniature range. 
 Several good ' cards ' had been shot ; one very 
 hard to beat. 
 
 I was never nervous with the rifle, and as the 
 S.M. handed me the weapon, I was quite cool. 
 
 The first shot was absolutely in line, but a shade 
 above the centre. Of the other four one was the 
 " absolute," and the other three also dead straight. 
 
 " Not bad," commented the S.M. 
 
 I nearly gasped ! He had never said that to any 
 one before ! I took note ; also courage ! 
 
 In the afternoon, I was fairly half through a 
 certain detail, and hesitated a moment to be quite 
 sure of the sequence. Then the S.M. suggested the 
 next with a word or two ; and the rest was easy. 
 Things were certainly on the up-grade. He was 
 positively taking notice of me ! 
 
 From that time onward I felt I was improving, 
 and only once subsequently was " sent back." But 
 that was a mere detail. 
 
 Near the end of the School we did some " Island 
 traverse ' trench-digging in sandy soil. 
 
 There was one big lumbering fellow, turning the 
 scale at something like eighteen stone, who caused 
 the School much amusement at times. He was 
 known by the nickname of " Tiny." He did not 
 sleep in Barracks, but at an hotel close by, and 
 partook liberally of the good things of life. He 
 had failed in three previous schools, and was now 
 ambling, or waddling, through a fourth. 
 
 We had to march out some four miles to the 
 ground, and half-way were halted for a spell. 
 
 The tough old C.I., a man over sixty, elected to 
 march with us ; and at the rest, came along and 
 cracked jokes the while. All at once he asked 
 
 " Where's that divil Tiny ? ' 
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34 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 No one had seen him or thought of him, but the 
 C.I. had missed his colossal bulk. 
 
 When we reached the tram terminus, we had 
 another short rest before climbing a hill. Presently 
 " Tiny ' came out from a refreshment booth and 
 joined up. Shortly afterwards the old C.I. spotted 
 him. 
 
 " Hullo, Tiny," he said, slapping his back ; 
 " didn't know you could walk so fast. You beat 
 us all, be jabers ! ' 
 
 There was a roar of laughter, and poor old Tiny 
 positively blushed up to the roots of his hair. 
 
 The trench-making was interesting, and we 
 worked at it with a will. By late afternoon we had 
 very respectable trenches dug, and did " manning ' 
 and " relieving." Presently the Major of the School 
 turned up, and asked the C.I. to send along a 
 " smart orderly." 
 
 The C.I. came up to us with a twinkle in his 
 eye. 
 
 ' Has any one seen Tiny ? : he asked. If so, 
 tell him to report to the Major." Of course, " Tiny ' 
 had gone down the hill for a refresher ! 
 
 One enthusiastic working-party had made a 
 precarious tunnel leading into a ' listening -post." 
 But it was beginning to fall in by degrees. Just as 
 we were about to do a final practice of manning 
 trenches for the benefit of the Major, Tiny turned 
 up. The C.I. called him over. 
 
 " Here, Tiny," he said, " get down into this 
 trench, and go along to that listening-post." 
 
 Tiny lumbered down and entered the tunnel. It 
 was a close fit at first ; but by degrees he wriggled 
 into the part that was larger through the falling in 
 of the sand. When past the middle, the C.I. 
 winked at us, and trod right in the centre of the 
 bridge. It collapsed suddenly, and Tiny was 
 
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 engulfed in a sea of sand from whence his flustered 
 face emerged. 
 
 It was five minutes before any of us had breath 
 enough to dig him out. 
 
 " Better take the tram home, Tiny," suggested 
 the C.I., after giving the order -to ' fall in." 
 
 Tiny needed no second invitation ! 
 
 The end of the School was close at hand, and 
 anxious ones began to sound the S.M. as to prospects. 
 But he was a perfect sphinx. He would divulge 
 nothing. He refused to give even a shadow of a 
 hint. 
 
 Somehow, I did not get very chummy with many 
 of our squad. Each seemed so dead certain he 
 was going to be chosen during the first fortnight. 
 But some were not quite so confident in the fourth 
 week after the practical Examination. 
 
 Then lists of the " selected four ' were made by 
 certain fellows. I took no interest in them. Per- 
 sonally I had done my best, and would leave the 
 result in the lap of the gods. Few, I knew, had 
 included me in their lists. There were three 
 4 certs ' every one felt. It was only a matter of 
 the fourth. 
 
 The morning before the selected names were 
 announced, one fellow, who I had felt was a cer- 
 tainty, surprised me by asking if I thought he had 
 a show against me ? That set me thinking ! 
 
 We lined up in our respective squads and awaited 
 the Major. We all assumed an air of nonchalance, 
 and talked of everything but ' shop." Presently 
 the Major appeared, flustered, and with much 
 stationery. 
 
 At last he came to our squad. 
 
 Number one was a " G." Number two was an 
 
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 " H." My head whirled, and a species of nausea 
 seized me. A third name was called ! Oh, well ; 
 anyway, the suspense was over when I felt a sharp 
 jog in the elbow. 
 
 " Fall out, you fool. Didn't you hear your name 
 called ? 3 
 
 Recovering, I stepped out calmly and joined the 
 " sheep " that had been separated from the 
 " goats ! ' 
 
 I had been selected for the Military College ! 
 
 Dick, who had gone from an earlier squad, was 
 the first to seize my hand. 
 
 " Good for you, old chap," he said heartily; " I 
 knew you could do it. And third in your squad. 
 Shake again." 
 
 We waited for the R's. Three names had gone, 
 and then clearly the Major called " James Redfern." 
 
 That night a certain trio had the best dinner they 
 could order in Sydney. Also we had three days' 
 leave before entraining for the College. 
 
 You can bet it was " some " leave ! 
 
VI 
 
 A LONG, cold night journey in the train, and a 
 freezing morning. At last the train stopped, and 
 we debouched on the platform. A piercing wind 
 was blowing, and we had to cross on foot a stream 
 that was running merrily over the stepping-stones. 
 
 There was the inevitable fat man, who viewed 
 the prospect with awe. He trod gingerly over the 
 first few stones. Then came a gap, filled with 
 rushing water. He made an attempt at a spring, 
 but missed by nine inches. Into the rushing stream 
 he sat and rolled over into water registering close 
 on freezing-point. He had to be assisted out by 
 several willing hands. 
 
 The Military College was situated at the base of 
 a sloping mountain ; and thither we marched, some 
 230 strong, to quarters. 
 
 A topping hot breakfast, served in large mess 
 tents, awaited us ; and after doing full justice to 
 it we lined up to be once more checked off. 
 
 There were four Platoons in the Officers' School. 
 
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 each in charge of a Captain who had seen service 
 at the front. 
 
 /Jim and I were in No. 2; but Dick was allotted 
 to No. 1. The remainder of the day was taken up 
 in getting into quarters. There were three in each 
 tent. Here, again, Jim and I managed to get 
 together, but Dick, being allotted to a different 
 Platoon, was in another dug-out. Our other com- 
 
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 panion was a parson who had joined up as a private. 
 But more of him anon. 
 
 The Platoons of the School were split up into 
 Sections of about sixteen men in each. Each of 
 these was under the tuition of a Sergeant-Major. 
 
 We very soon got to know the foibles of our 
 confreres. Nearly every section had either a 
 Clown, a Freak, or an impossible Bounder. 
 
 We had one of the latter. 
 
 Now, our S.M. treated us very considerately 
 during the first fortnight. Then he began to 
 " straighten us up ! ' 
 
 The straightening -up process has different effects 
 on different men. It is a very good and necessary 
 thing, too. It is all very well for a fellow to explain 
 that he " knew the detail of that movement back- 
 wards," but that he " got nervous." Well, a certain 
 amount of nervousness is always allowed for in any 
 training-school but only a certain amount. The 
 fellow who is always losing his head on account of 
 that unfortunate complaint is no good ultimately 
 as a commander. And the sooner he is sent back 
 the better every one is pleased except himself. 
 
 Now, one mildly tolerates a nervous candidate 
 till he makes good, or is counted out. But the 
 ignorant Bounder is not tolerated. And unless he 
 mends his ways he has a bad time. 
 
 One particular offender in our Section was both 
 ignorant, ill-mannered, and pachydermatous. He 
 was neither witty nor intentionally funny. He 
 claimed to be " in the know ' about all things in 
 connection with the working of the School, and had 
 us all classified within a fortnight himself heading 
 the list ! He even kept a record of all our mistakes. 
 
 But our Instructor had him summed up, although 
 Briggs was not aware of it till his last week at the 
 College. 
 
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 When it was his turn to have charge of the squad, 
 we always knew what to expect. He tried to hide 
 his lack of knowledge by bullying. 
 
 " Now, then, swing them arms proper," always 
 would be his first admonition. 
 
 " Lift them feet ho if the grass," came next. 
 
 " 'Old them there rifles with the 'eel of the butt 
 in the centre of the left thigh." 
 
 And always the S.M. had to point out that this 
 was quite impossible. The heel of the butt should 
 be in line with the centre of the left thigh. And 
 then : 
 
 " At the 'alt, on the left, form Squad." 
 
 One memorable day the S.M. said: 
 
 " Sergeant Briggs, tell us what you know about 
 the fouling of the rifle." 
 
 Now was Briggs' chance ! He was selected to 
 give a " lecture " to the Squad ! The S.M. evidently 
 thought him specially fitted for the job. 
 
 He swanked forward, looked all over his rifle, 
 as though he were an expert, removed the bolt, 
 and then fixed a menacing stare on the Squad. 
 
 " I want yer all to take out yer bolts, and listen 
 'ard to wot I 'ave to say." 
 
 We whipped out our bolts, and perforce listened. 
 : The foulin's of the rifle is caused by the explosion 
 of the bullet," he began. 
 
 There was a distinct snigger all round, followed 
 by a dead silence. Briggs' eyes blazed. 
 
 ' I don't want no smilin'," he barked. Then he 
 paused, coughed, inspected his boots, and again 
 fixed a hostile eye upon us. The S.M. intervened. 
 
 ' Hardly the explosion of the bullet, Sergeant ? : 
 he suggested gently. 
 
 Briggs' eyes glinted with annoyance. 
 
 " It's caused by the explosion of the cartridge 
 the gelumnite in the cartridge." 
 
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 Another pause. The S.M. as a rule only helped 
 a fellow out once. 
 
 " This 'ere bustin' of the explosion sets up a sort 
 of gassin'," Briggs continued, " and that makes 
 a kind of hexternal foulin'." 
 
 We expected the S.M. to pull him up ; but he 
 knew his man ; and was, withal, a sport. So there 
 followed another dry cough ; boot and rifle in- 
 spection ; a wiping of the mouth ; and then : 
 
 " The hinternal part of the business is called 
 superfluous foulin'. These gases make a kind of 
 hinsect which is called the gelumnite germ, which 
 
 The S.M., breaking his rule for once, again inter- 
 vened. His face was a study in self-control. 
 
 ' Cordite is used in cartridges, Sergeant, not 
 gelignite." 
 
 Well then, it's the Cordite Germ wot does the 
 damage ; and 'e sort of bores into the pores of the 
 barrel just like a parachute, and lays 'is eggs there, 
 and these 'atch in time, if not cleaned, and cause 
 collusion." 
 
 " That will do, Sergeant, thank you." 
 
 The Section was getting out of control, and 
 discipline had to be maintained. 
 
 After parade was over, some wag went into the 
 bush, captured and bottled some very small insects, 
 and labelled the bottle. The S.M.'s had heard 
 about it, and were asked to a certain tent. Briggs 
 was also invited. All the Section were gathered 
 round, and many of the staff; so he thought an 
 honour was about to be bestowed on him. Perhaps, 
 even he was to give a lecture before the staff. 
 
 " Oh, Briggs," said one of the chaps, holding up 
 the bottle, " we think we have caught a nest of 
 Cordite Germs. Can you tell us if we are right ? ' 
 
 Briggs took the bottle gravely, and held it up to 
 the light with the air of a specialist. 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 41 
 
 ee 
 
 Yes, them's the blighters," he cried, examining 
 closely the contents. I can always recognise 
 them, the cows. The Government ought to hin- 
 trodooce an Act of Parliament to kill 'em all." 
 
 It was more than we could stand. We burst 
 into an uproarious yell. 
 
 Briggs was known as ' Cordite Germ ' for the 
 next few days. The following week, after a mess 
 up in Company Drill before the Commandant, he 
 was "sent back to his unit." 
 
 Our tent-mate was a fellow of quite a different 
 breed, who was not in his element as a prospective 
 officer. He was a parson by trade, and with 
 commendable pluck had chosen to go into the 
 ranks and win his way, rather than aim at a softer 
 * Padre's ' job. But one could hardly imagine 
 him leading a furious charge against the Boche. 
 
 He was a perfect gentleman ; and had almost 
 a pleading way of addressing the squad, with a 
 touch of exhortation in his tones, that savoured of 
 giving announcements of social events to a meeting 
 that wanted a little kindly urging to better efforts. 
 
 His great " gag ' was : 
 
 * Not smart enough, men ; not smart enough ! ' 
 
 But he failed quite to show us where the smart- 
 ness was lacking. If he did happen to think of 
 some rifle movement which he thought could be 
 bettered, and endeavoured to illustrate, he gener- 
 ally had the bad luck to tilt his hat on " three ' 
 or * four " ; or else his pince-nez would be jerked 
 off, and these had to be readjusted somehow before 
 proceeding. Occasionally he brought the rifle down 
 ' smartly ' on his big toe ; but he only smiled 
 sweetly instead of swearing earnestly under his 
 breath like a proper soldier. This made us tired. 
 Sg.The latest bayonet work was pretty strenuous; 
 and to finish off, a strenuous Sergeant-Major from 
 
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 the front took us in hand. He would dwell on the 
 necessity of sticking the bayonet in four inches 
 only, so as to enable the attacker to withdraw 
 quickly and get one or two more Fritzes. Also, 
 the blood must be up, and the eyes flashing so as 
 to cower the foe. 
 
 Our parson friend would press the point into the 
 the sack almost gently at first, as though afraid of 
 inflicting too much unnecessary pain on his ad- 
 versary. When he had pulled it out, he would 
 look up, hesitate, take a few skipping steps for- 
 ward, and then try and persuade another foe with 
 his reluctant point. 
 
 The tough old S.M. swore vigorously at him at 
 first; would take the bayonet from him roughly, 
 and put some lurid ginger into his movements, 
 hoping for the best. Our gentle friend did improve 
 somewhat ; but we all smiled when his turn came. 
 He would always do something to make us laugh : 
 fuss at the grip with his right hand, lower and 
 higher his point several times ; look for approval 
 at the S.M., who would roll his eyes in despair ; 
 and finally prance along in a way that fairly broke 
 us up. 
 
 But the climax came in our final exercise, meant 
 to represent absolutely " it ' as nearly as possible 
 the sanguine reality. 
 
 There was one suspended sack at which we 
 charged with all vigour; thrust, and pulled the 
 point out ; another sack immediately behind ; 
 another two yards to the right ; a bag on the 
 ground that must be " butted " ; and finally a 
 tin on a stick that had to be " pointed." The 
 idea was a mad, wild rush ; and to get as many 
 Boches as possible in the furious onslaught. 
 
 Some of us did pretty well. Then our parson 
 faced the music. 
 
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 The usual adjustments, the placing of feet, 
 fiddling with the rifle, the fixing of pince-nez ; 
 and then a " two to the right, two the left, skippety- 
 skip-skip" ; and finally he almost hesitated in 
 front of the first opponent to inspect his point, 
 and make quite sure it was at the correct angle. 
 
 The S.M. raged and swore, and turned purple. 
 
 " Oh, for goodness' sake, don't be so ladylike ! ' 
 he roared. " Any one would think it was a damned 
 dancing lesson instead of a b charge." 
 
 It completely laid us out ! We simply rolled with 
 laughter at the too apt criticism. 
 
 Sometimes there were tragic moments that seemed 
 to portend disaster to some unfortunate. These 
 were generally cases of that awful calamity known 
 as " stage fright." And it would sometimes happen 
 to a man whom you thought would be the very last 
 victim. It made one ' sit up ' and be doubly 
 keen ! 
 
 Once I very nearly " did myself in " over a stunt 
 that began well, but had not such a happy ending. 
 
 It was a Rear Guard action. We had done an 
 Advanced Guard scheme, and I was selected for the 
 job home. The various details were soon fixed up 
 and we proceeded through difficult, hilly country. 
 Communication was particularly hard to maintain ; 
 but by dint of much running and message-sending, 
 the show was kept in hand. Half-way, the O.C. 
 halted every one, and inspected details. By a bit 
 of luck all w r ere in approximately good positions ; 
 so the show moved on. A few hundred yards 
 further on every one seemed to get out of hand, 
 out of touch, or lost. The main body reached the 
 rendezvous all right, but the rear and flank parties 
 were twenty minutes late in turning up. 
 
 The O.C. was furious: "Where are your rear and 
 flank parties, Sergeant ? ' 
 
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 1 Don't know, sir. They should be here." 
 
 He rapped the ground impatiently with his 
 stick. 
 
 ' Did you get a second message from me to halt 
 your men down the Gully ? 3 
 
 " No, sir." 
 
 He quietened down at that. 
 
 " Well, I'm glad for your sake you didn't, Ser- 
 geant. And perhaps this is the best lesson you 
 will ever have on the importance of having reliable 
 messengers. It's not your fault the show was 
 messed up. Find Corporal Nash, to whom I en- 
 trusted the message." 
 
 I did so. 
 
 Next day he was sent back to his unit ! 
 
 Some of our happiest evenings were " Camp Fire ' 
 concerts. During the day many hefty logs would 
 be leaned slantwise against a central " key ' just 
 under the shade of some tall gum-trees. After 
 afternoon parade the piano would be carried by 
 willing hands two hundred yards from the Mess Tent 
 to the " platform " ; seats would be arranged in a 
 circle round the pile ; and (it was winter) after mess, 
 when the stars began to blaze through the frosty 
 air over heaven's wide canopy, in myriads of flashing 
 jewels, the whole camp would gather round as the 
 central pile roared skywards with crackling, dancing 
 flames. A constant murmur of expectancy would 
 rise from the throng, and when precarious lights 
 had been finally fixed in the piano, the show would 
 start. 
 
 Of course there were the usual ; duds ' who 
 thought they were born to sing and recite, and 
 couldn't. But these served as a contrast to many 
 items of exceptional merit given by several of the 
 Company. 
 
 One fellow, who was too dreary in his sentimental 
 
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 songs for words, was " kidded ' into three encores 
 before he " took a tumble." All at once he realised 
 he was not the roaring success he imagined. Indeed, 
 the roaring of the audience drowned his final 
 " song." 
 
 We had one would-be comic, who droned out four- 
 teen verses of forced humour, with face furrowed with 
 pain. His feet also seemed to worry him; for at 
 the end of each verse he would change his resting 
 foot, and during the music beat time with the dis- 
 engaged toe. When he felt the audience was not 
 grasping his points fully, he would shift his steadfast 
 gaze from the fire, and raise his eyes aloft to the stars, 
 as though calling for their aid to stir up unsym- 
 pathetic listeners. The last line would be delivered 
 with extra gusto, and he would jerk up the whole 
 body from the heel on the ground, in an effort to 
 reach the top note. Then a pause : an earnest 
 searching of the ground for the words of the next 
 verse, and when found, the gaze would be shifted 
 once more to the camp fire. 
 
 Then a fellow would come forward and enact so 
 faithful a representation of a back-block scene that 
 one forgot altogether that he was in camp. Char- 
 acters lined before us, and moved along so naturally 
 that there was a sense of something suddenly snap- 
 ping when it was finished. And as an encore the 
 same performer would deliver, say, Mark Antony's 
 Oration, such as I have only once heard it on the 
 stage. 
 
 The School drew to an end, every one now working 
 at fever heat. Exams, were conducted, but no one 
 knew his fate till one Tuesday morning all lined up 
 before the C.O.'s sanctum. 
 
 One by one candidates entered the tent, and a few 
 minutes afterwards emerged with a " ticket," or 
 with only a smile of forced bravado. A good pass 
 
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 meant that, all being well, a Commission might be 
 granted some day. 
 
 The next morning all entrained for headquarters, 
 and were temporarily allotted to various units to 
 wait. 
 
 
VII 
 
 JIM and I were drafted to a Reinforcement Train- 
 ing Camp along the coast; but Dick went to one 
 inland. 
 
 As far as we could gather from our College Platoon 
 Commanders, we all had a ' good ' pass, and would 
 " probably ' get Commissions. We knew some- 
 thing, however, of the vagaries of military life, and 
 did not bank too much on our chances. 
 
 From high-pressure enthusiastic study and 
 "graft' back to a Training Camp ! It was hard; 
 very hard. Back to the old job of Orderly Sergeant, 
 Sergeant of the Picquet, Sergeant of the Guard ; 
 Squad drill with recruits who were not sure whi h 
 was right and which was left; Musketry with men 
 who did anything but the right thing, although 
 many had been weeks in camp ; in charge of Fatigue 
 parties who seemed to think that half-doing a job 
 up to eleven in the morning ought to be considered 
 a full day's work ; trying to find lead-swingers who 
 had somehow mysteriously disappeared. Thunder 
 as you might at the Corporal in charge, it made no 
 impression. 
 
 It was enervating, discouraging, baffling in the 
 extreme. There seemed a species of inertia in the 
 camp almost impossible to combat. 
 
 Jim and I felt ourselves getting the taint of 
 slackness. 
 
 This would never do. 
 
 The second week we started in. 
 
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 It began with morning exercise before breakfast. 
 I had charge of the Coy, with Jim as second. I 
 gave him a route up a long steady climb, and told him 
 to make the pace 140 to the minute all the way up. 
 
 He made it nearer 145. All through the mile 
 and a half up-hill he kept them at it ; and being in 
 the rear I saw to it that none but genuine cases 
 fell out. There were several attempts, but only 
 two were allowed to break off. When a halt was 
 called at the top of the hill, the men were com- 
 pletely blown. There were a few growls ; but I 
 pointed out the magnificent view seawards as the 
 risen sun was painting the waves gold, like the 
 clouds above ; and reminded them how they would 
 have missed it all if they had stayed in the uninter- 
 esting camp merely to do arm and leg stretching. 
 And they saw the humour of the situation, and broke 
 into a good-tempered laugh. On the way back to 
 camp they were singing lustily every manner of 
 music-hall success, and at breakfast they were the 
 cheeriest crowd that had been in camp for many a 
 day. 
 
 We kept it going all day. 
 
 It was musketry, and they had musketry, hot and 
 strong. Even the dopes began to wake up, and 
 could actually, when asked, show you the milled 
 head screw of the wind-gauge. 
 
 In a week's time our company showed ' ' points ' 
 to all the others, and the officer in charge was 
 delighted. He offered prizes for proficiency the 
 following week; and competition was keen. 
 
 Some training experiences were very much like 
 those we all know of in " The First Hundred 
 Thousand." 
 
 One day I asked permission of the O.C. to teach 
 the Platoon " Fix Bayonets." 
 
 " How are you going to do it ? ! ' he asked, being 
 
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 an unimaginative man. " The men have no belts 
 for their bayonet scabbards." 
 
 " Soon fix that, sir," I replied. 
 
 " All right. Go ahead." 
 
 After the usual fight with the Quartermaster, he 
 grudgingly doled out a roll of two -strand hemp 
 lashing. " Must be returned, or you'll be charged 
 with it," was his parting shot. 
 
 " All right. You'll get it all back." But I did 
 not say ' in one piece." 
 
 The rope was cut into four -foot lengths, and the 
 scabbards tied round the men's waists. The result 
 was not elegant, but one has to be resourceful if he 
 wishes to train men in the full use of arms. I never 
 struck a training-camp yet where proper equipment 
 was provided. 
 
 The men were lined up in two ranks, and the 
 details gone through three times. But some in the 
 rear were fumbling ; so I got the rear rank to move 
 to the left and come up level with the others so as 
 to form single rank. 
 
 At the word " Unfix," as the text-book directs, 
 the left-hand man of the front rank should take 
 three paces forward. Of course the left-hand man 
 of the previous rear rank was now in that position 
 of a single rank. 
 
 Not a move. I looked a lot, without effect. 
 
 Again the command : " Un-FIX ! ' 
 
 Still no movement. 
 ' Is that man on the extreme left dead ? ' 
 
 " Please, sir, I'm in the rear rank," he replied 
 innocently ! 
 
 He had a very bad ten minutes with his mates 
 afterwards, and was known as old ' Rear Rank ' 
 amongst his chums. 
 
 * Guard ' work was a thing our 0.0. delighted 
 
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 in ; and he was anxious to maintain the Company's 
 reputation for the smartest turn-out. But we had 
 one dope Slocum who was hopeless. His " present 
 arms ' was his bete noire. The Sergeant -Major 
 spent some care in coaching him before 5 p.m., 
 the time of mounting. And he tried to din into 
 his thick skull that if the Colonel or Major came 
 up, he must be sure and " present " and not merely 
 salute. 
 
 As luck would have it, a Brigadier- General hopped 
 into camp unexpectedly, as " Brass Hats ' have a 
 habit of doing. That was late at night ; and the 
 next morning, before breakfast, he nosed round on 
 his own. 
 
 Of course he struck the dope's post. 
 
 Now, Slocum had been told to " present " to the 
 Colonel, and this was not the Colonel. In fact, he 
 saw he had gold on his cap, but even Staff-Sergeants- 
 Major have three gold stripes on the arm, and a brass 
 Crown on the sleeve, and a Sam-Browne. So Slocum 
 merely saluted, to be on the safe side. This wasn't 
 any Colonel, anyhow ! 
 
 : Try again, my man," urged the General, with a 
 flicker of a smile. 
 
 Slocum, thinking his salute was not up to the 
 mark, tried again, and did it this time really like a 
 soldier. 
 
 ' Don't you know what I am ? : ' asked the General 
 genially . 
 
 ' I s'pose ye 're a soldier of some sort." 
 Yes, I hope so ; but what is my rank ? 3 
 
 ' Somethin' between a Sergeant -Major and a 
 Loo tenant, I s'pose " then, as an afterthought, 
 
 1 sir.' 
 
 ' No ; I am a General : a Brigadier-General, in 
 fact." 
 Slocum was nonplussed. There must be something 
 
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 special for Generals, because they were higher than 
 Colonels. 
 
 Well, sir," he said, brightening up, ' 'ow would 
 a bit of bayonet exercise suit yer ? : 
 
 One day, according to the papers, the War took 
 on an optimistic turn. The Great Struggle, as 
 every superior person knew, could not last more 
 than another three months. The Huns were really 
 beaten, and they knew it. They were only fighting 
 on to get the best terms possible out of the ultimately 
 victorious Allies. 
 
 Next morning, the building of a hospital in the 
 camp stops through some gross mismanagement 
 and incompetence. Three -and-a -half -inch nails have 
 been sent instead of three -and -three -quarters, as 
 ordered. The whole contract is held up in conse- 
 quence. Clashes between Camp and Ordnance H.Q. 
 are the order of the day. The Camp Quartermaster 
 is up against the Bloke at the other end. He in- 
 tends to win this time, and make a name for 
 himself. 
 
 Of course this is all very nice and interesting for 
 the parties directly concerned. But the " wireless ' 
 that filters through to the Sergeants' Mess is : 
 
 ' All works in all camps to be stopped. No more 
 reinforcements to be sent forward, as they will 
 not now be needed. No more Commissions to be 
 granted." 
 
 That was on a Thursday. And that evening you 
 could have knocked over Jim and me with a 
 feather. 
 
 Of what use was it all ? Why had we been such 
 fools as to enlist ? Why had we been bigger fools 
 to work our hearts out in preparing ourselves for 
 what we fondly thought was leadership in the front 
 line ? 
 
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 Next morning work was gone through mechanic- 
 ally. I was irritable beyond measure, and roared 
 so heartlessly at one unfortunate youth that the 
 tears stood in his eyes. Then I ordered smoko, 
 and gave him a cigarette. 
 
 The morning wore on. At lunch Jim and I held 
 a council of war, and decided to put in for week-end 
 leave from Friday evening. We would at least have 
 a long and glorious blow-out and forget our troubles. 
 It was the only thing to do. Perhaps by Monday 
 we should have got more used to our disappoint- 
 ment, and could start in again, even if there was no 
 prospect ahead. 
 
 The first thing was to see the camp Adjutant at 
 the Headquarters, and get leave and passes. 
 
 Into the office I went, while Jim stood out- 
 side, and put my case, handing in the written 
 application. 
 
 The Adjutant read it. Then he glanced at a wire 
 on his desk. 
 
 " Sorry, but it can't be done." He was a bit of 
 a sport and a real good sort, and I could not under- 
 stand his rather terse way of dealing with the 
 matter. 
 
 " But, sir, I had no week-end leave last week- 
 
 " Can't help that, lad. Orders are orders." His 
 eyes twinkled. 
 
 But, sir " 
 
 " No ' buts ' in the Army er Lieutenant." 
 
 I looked around to see whom he might be address- 
 ing, but found I was the only other occupant of the 
 office. My throat was dry. 
 
 " Did you wish me to convey a message do I 
 understand, sir ? " and my head began to swim. 
 
 " Go on ; get out of this, put your Stars up, and 
 report to Camp Adjutant at Tinworth, Sunday, 
 before midnight, Lieutenant. That's why I can 
 
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 grant neither you nor Redfern leave. Is that him 
 outside ? Cut along, both of you slow of compre- 
 hension. Congrats." 
 
 And throwing formality to the winds, I cried- 
 
 " By Jove ! Shake, Captain." 
 
 Again, we had some week-end before catching 
 the last train possible for Tinworth. 
 
VIII 
 
 THERE followed a period of Camps. 
 
 At one of these the C.I. was a fussy old Major who 
 had been in the African War, in which he had dis- 
 tinguished himself. But (say it with bated breath!) 
 he was not quite up in the details of modern 
 training. 
 
 Now, a new Sub is always anxious to make as few 
 mistakes as possible. And if he is wise, before going 
 on parade the first time in a new camp, he will try 
 and pick up as many points as possible. 
 
 At breakfast I gleaned two useful hints : 
 ' Move off your Platoon like lightning when you 
 get the order to ' carry on/ ' was one. 
 
 " Look out you have your ' training-cards ' on 
 you," was the other. 
 
 My squad was the second to move out for a start. 
 Some unfortunates were roared at mercilessly for 
 ' messing about like old women." 
 
 Also, I got a good ' tactical ' position in the 
 training-ground. The Major could be " spotted ' 
 some 300 yards away when he should happen 
 along. 
 
 He came, all right. 
 
 I saw him tackle poor old Jim a hundred yards 
 to the left. The adjectives could be heard quite 
 clearly by the whole Section. 
 
 Instantly I dived for my cards and checked off 
 my men to make certain all were present and correct. 
 Then I referred to the time-table, looked at my 
 
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 watch, and started on a favourite piece of musketry 
 exactly on time. 
 
 The Major rode up presently. 
 
 " What squad is this ? : ' he demanded. 
 
 " Number Four, sir." 
 
 " And what might you be doing ? 3 
 
 " Fire control, sir." 
 
 " Very good." He listened for a few moments. 
 Then the would-be bomb burst. 
 
 Have ye got yer training car-rds, Mr.- 
 
 " Yes, sir." And I whipped them out before he 
 had time to call my name. 
 
 " Verra good. Verra good. Carry on." 
 
 Another morning it was physical training. It 
 had to be according to the consecutive tables in 
 the training-book. But I was ready for him. I 
 heard the commander of the next squad getting it 
 hot, but had been careful to look up the correct 
 table the night before. So that when the Major 
 came up it was again a case of " Verra good. Verra 
 good. Carry on." Moreover, I was then made 
 responsible that the first six squads exercised 
 according to tables laid down. 
 
 Another transfer. 
 
 This time a camp that was sending reinforcements 
 along the following month. 
 
 At last I was allotted a Reinforcement " Com- 
 pany," and by a bit of luck Jim was second in 
 command. 
 
 There was a different atmosphere about this 
 camp. One had actually to hustle men through 
 musketry in eight days instead of a fortnight. The 
 training was worked at high pressure, for men were 
 urgently needed at the front. We worked hard 
 at our unit, and in a fortnight had them in splendid 
 " nick," We had just trained them in our own way 
 
56 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 sufficiently to know all their foibles, when one 
 morning half of them were taken to fill up a " rush ' 
 shipment of troops due to sail in a few days. 
 
 It was rather heartbreaking, for they were a 
 first-rate lot of fellows. But after all we took it as 
 rather a compliment. 
 
 These were replaced by a somewhat ' dopey ' 
 lot ; but we worked at them tooth and nail, and 
 drilled them into fairly good material in a week. 
 
 A few days later the Reinforcements next ours 
 actually leave on time. You have scarcely an oppor- 
 tunity, in all the bustle, to say good-bye to pals. 
 Three days afterwards, all your Company, including 
 yourself, are rushed away on final leave. 
 
 When you return some more of your men have 
 been robbed from your Company to fill gaps ; but 
 you calmly seize an equivalent from the " Reserve." 
 
 Before you know where you are, orders come 
 out that your Unit sails for the front within a 
 week ! 
 
 Then begins a three -cornered battle between you, 
 the Quartermaster, and the Adjutant. 
 
 Some of your men are A.W.L. Your Company 
 has to be fitted out with second issue of clothing 
 and equipment. Some of the stragglers return next 
 day, but the Q.M. refuses to issue any more stuff 
 to " D " Company. Your turn was yesterday, and 
 it was your business to see the men were there. 
 At first you reason that the men who were not there 
 have to sail in about four days. No matter. No 
 more things to be issued for two days, as it will 
 upset book-keeping ! In desperation an appeal is 
 made to the Adjutant ; and only after much arguing 
 and bullying can you get the proper issues for your 
 men. 
 
 But training parades are the absolute limit. 
 
 The Company is split up into squads for a sharp 
 
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 brush-up in bayonet-fighting. Scarcely have they 
 begun before an orderly comes up with a list of 
 forty-five men for ' Dental Parade." These are 
 gathered from the different squads ; and things 
 are just got going once more, when up comes another 
 orderly with a list of fifteen men whose ' Medical 
 Histories " are incomplete. These also are marched 
 off. Yet another lot have to be detached to get 
 pay -books signed, and by this time about a quarter 
 of the men are left. Then the C.I. comes along, and 
 wants to know where all the men are, and what they 
 are doing. 
 
 " Smoke, sir," you say glibly. Lying by this 
 time has become a fine art. 
 
 In the afternoon equipment is issued, the various 
 parts separate in different cases. These have to 
 be checked, and 150 separate piles made of all parts. 
 Then these have to be assembled and fitted to the 
 men. Some fellows want large, and some small 
 belts. Of course the proportion of large, medium, 
 and small is not according to your men ; and a job 
 that should take an hour eats into the whole after- 
 noon. The C.I. sends along to know why the men 
 are not doing " Platoon in attack " for the last part 
 of the afternoon. You almost send a polite message 
 back to the C.I. to go to a safe place where he cannot 
 interfere, for by this time you are desperate. 
 
 The following day all equipment has to be finally 
 inspected. The Unit moves out a day later for 
 embarkation. 
 
 During the night parts of clothing have been 
 ' pinched," and somehow equipments are not quite 
 complete. You roar up the N.C.O.'s, and threaten 
 to take away their stripes if ah 1 is not correct by 
 11 a.m. More fights with the Q.M. ; but by late 
 afternoon all is reported correct. Tired and weary, 
 you retire to your tent for an hour's sleep, and up 
 
58 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 comes a runner from the Orderly Room to get five 
 men who have missed inoculation. As parades have 
 been dismissed, only two can be found. One simply 
 has to chance having them done during the evening. 
 By an extra streak of luck, the M.O. is in a good 
 mood, and the men are fixed up immediately 
 after tea. 
 
 That night, as it is futile to attempt to keep the 
 men in, leave to the town is granted. It is just as 
 useless to warn them to be in by ten. If they return 
 by twelve, drunk or sober, you will indeed be 
 lucky. 
 
 Then a marvel happens. 
 
 Two fellows, who have been hard cases to handle, 
 come back by 7 p.m., and give themselves up to the 
 Officer of the Guard. 
 
 We come back early, sir," one explains to the 
 officer, ' 'cos we was afraid we'd get tight if we went 
 out ag'in, an' we didn't want to miss the train in the 
 
 mormn'. 
 
 The rowdies are astir next morning at 4 a.m., 
 although Reveille does not sound till 5. 
 
 There has been little sleep for officers. Conse- 
 quently, nearly all are about camp before the get-up 
 signal. 
 
 The air is tense with excitement. This is the last 
 morning in actual camp for the Unit. All that long, 
 intermittent training, extending over many camps, 
 has come to an end. The Company and officers are 
 " fixed ' till landing in England. Our first move 
 as a Unit is to begin ! 
 
 But many little things crop up at the last moment. 
 One man has developed measles, another mumps. 
 All his " papers " have to be called in, and the seven 
 Nominal Rolls corrected. 
 
 The Orderly Room is like a bee -hive. 
 
 Four clerks and the Company Clerk are making 
 
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 a final overhaul of the half-ton or so of stationery 
 that accompanies a Reinforcement Unit. 
 
 Breakfast bugle sounds at 7. Roll-call is at 
 7.45. What is the betting ? Will it be six, or eight, 
 missing ? or more ? As a precaution eight " reserves" 
 are to be taken down to the boat. 
 
 Whistles to fall in sound punctually to the minute. 
 The men are lined up two deep, the late ones roared 
 at unmercifully ; and after a few minutes of adjust- 
 ing equipment, the roll-call begins. It proceeds 
 as far as the M's, and not a man missing. How long 
 will it last ? 
 
 One name is called three times before a dreamer in 
 the front rank, fussing over a buckle, comes to his 
 senses. 
 
 " Why the b h don't you keep your ears 
 
 open ? : you roar in exasperation and glancing 
 along to the left, you find an Anglican Bishop a few 
 yards off, distributing tracts to the men. 
 
 The last name is called and not a man missing. 
 You catch your breath, and look proudly on the 
 boys you are going to take away. 
 
 " Well, that's playing the game all right, lads. 
 
 I expect the th always to keep up to this 
 
 standard ! : 
 
 The men are more pleased than if you wasted tons 
 of 'oil " on them. It is genuine, and they know it. 
 
 The troops (from Reinforcement Units) march out 
 of the camp with colours flying, led by a lusty brass 
 band. 
 
 At the country station the crowd is kept off until 
 all the men have been entrained. Then in they 
 rush like a floodgate ; and for a quarter of an hour 
 the boys have it all their own way. 
 
 The train moves off to the cheers and waving of 
 handkerchiefs of the populace. 
 
 Before moving into a " rest " camp for the night, 
 
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 the troops have to march in the sweltering heat with 
 "full kit, to the Domain, there to be reviewed. Oh, 
 these reviews ! 
 
 At last this is over, and the men are allowed the 
 evening in Sydney, provided they are in by 11 p.m. 
 They must start at 2.30 a.m. for the march down to 
 the steamer. 
 
 At midnight you go along to the cattle stalls of 
 the Show Grounds, and count kits. Ten men are 
 missing ! Then you go to bed for two hours, simply 
 trusting to luck. 
 
 The bugle blows at two in the morning. In the 
 semi-darkness the men assemble, swearing, and 
 accusing one another of " pinching ' various 
 articles. A roll-call is impossible; so the different 
 Units follow on out of the gates, and begin their 
 six-mile march to the wharf. As the houses grow 
 denser, so does the following crowd, until there are 
 far more civilians moving along the streets than 
 soldiers. " Fours ' grow into sixes and eights, 
 with threes and fours outside them again. The 
 district seems bent on crowding in with the boys for 
 a good send-off. 
 
 But when the dock gates are reached, a separation 
 is effected. 
 
 Arms are unlinked ; and upturned, and sometimes 
 glistening, eyes and faces are separated, and once 
 more Units are lined up. 
 
 Here another, and the most exacting, roll-call is 
 carefully checked. Not a man missing ! Again 
 there is a catch in the throat, and a welling of 
 pride for the lads who have played the game so 
 well. 
 
 Slowly, and in single file, they are marched abroad* 
 Orders are that men, on reaching the decks, are to 
 be shown down the holds to their quarters, and 
 kept there till the boat starts. One might just as 
 
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 well have ordered the flowing tide back, like Canute 
 of old. 
 
 Some fellows climbed into the boats ; some got 
 on to the davits, and others swarmed up ropes and 
 rigging. The whole vessel on one side was a living 
 mass of throbbing humanity, cheering, singing, 
 chaffing, laughing and a few silent ones and not very 
 far from crying. 
 
 The third time the whistle sounded, the gang- 
 ways were hauled clear and banged on the wharf ; 
 the screws began to churn ; the streamers in hundreds 
 were thrown across to loving hands, now out of 
 reach, who grasped them eagerly. 
 
 Then the donkey engines race, and the hawsers 
 draw the bows of the boat clear, and the vessel 
 moves slowly forward as the engines throb regu- 
 larly ; and as she passes out into the fairway of the 
 harbour, locomotive whistles shriek, boat sirens 
 scream, the liner's fog-horns bellow, and bells of all 
 descriptions ring. 
 
 With mixed feelings, and in silence, Jim Redfern 
 and I watched one of the most beautiful sights in 
 Australia gradually pass from view. Each knew 
 the other's thoughts, and reverenced them. 
 
 How many of the brave fellows we were taking 
 14,000 miles to fight the Empire's battles, would 
 return ? Would both of us or either, or neither of 
 us return to these warm, sunny shores ? 
 
 As we passed a beach not far off, people could be 
 seen disporting in the green -white breakers of a 
 glorious summer morning. Could any one be blamed 
 for wishing himself in amongst them, for the 
 moment ? 
 
 Presently we felt a simultaneous slap on the back, 
 that nearly knocked us out of breath. 
 
 Well, I am d -d ! ' accompanied this action. 
 
 We turned quickly. 
 
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 There was Dick Dudley, with the colours of 
 another Unit on his arm. 
 
 " I'd much rather it was the Kaiser," I laughed, 
 seizing and wringing his hand cordially. 
 
 We had no more regrets ! We three were now 
 really " in it," and we meant to see it through. 
 
IX 
 
 WHEN the Heads have faded in the distance, and 
 the interest in passing steamers subsides, the real 
 business of settling down commences. And with 
 over 1500 troops on board, this is no mean task. 
 
 Few of the men have been for more than a pleasure 
 trip down the Harbour, or at most a ' ' sea ' ' trip to 
 Newcastle. Moreover, they have, up till now, been 
 used to either tents or sleeping huts, with plenty of 
 room to move about in the daytime. And it takes 
 much straight talk to make the chronic growlers 
 realise how different conditions must necessarily 
 be on board, where men have to make, unmake, 
 and stow away hammocks with blankets, in the 
 " Mess " room. So exasperating do men sometimes 
 become under such circumstances, that at times one 
 feels he has a lot of school kids to deal with instead 
 of grown-ups. 
 
 In the excitement and turmoil of getting away 
 from the wharves and going down stream, there has 
 been little chance to arrange meals properly. Con- 
 sequently there has been an unholy mix-up at both 
 breakfast and dinner ; and officers realise that 
 unless orders are obeyed to the letter by tea-time, 
 the 200 hammocks of " K " deck will never be hung 
 that night. So after the meal, each man is warned 
 to keep his place at the table, and a Section at a time 
 is ordered to draw blankets and take hold of ham- 
 mocks. These take a bit of slinging to the hooks, 
 and are pretty close together. Then the chronic 
 
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 growlers begin to realise how well off they were in 
 what they considered were crowded tents. 
 
 Fine, glorious weather favours us at the start; 
 and a wrong impression is prevalent that a sea 
 voyage is a continuous picnic of sunshine and 
 pleasure. The wary officer, therefore, warns his 
 men at a lecture that stormy weather is bound to 
 come sooner or later. 
 
 In one case it came very much " sooner." The 
 boat dived into a driving storm the second day out. 
 The gently heaving surface of the sea was suddenly 
 transformed into a seething mass of wind-tossed, 
 angry, threatening waves, which every now and then 
 broke over the bulwarks and flooded the decks 
 below. 
 
 Three-quarters of the men were quickly knocked 
 over with mal-de-mer, and meal parades were man- 
 aged very easily indeed. But those who survived 
 the tempest were cheery and light-hearted. 
 
 Going down to inspect a dinner, one asks an 
 orderly if it is all right. 
 
 " Oh yes, sir," he replies, trying to operate on 
 an elusive roast of mutton; "it's orl right when 
 you can catch the blinkin' stuff." 
 
 Many men, lying about in abject misery, declare 
 they never would have enlisted had they known 
 what was in store. 
 
 But when the weather brightens up as suddenly 
 as it had blackened, the men soon regain their high 
 spirits. Regular exercise, before breakfast and 
 through the morning, mingled with short lectures, 
 are the order of the day, and discipline is once more 
 restored. 
 
 There is some jealousy amongst Companies as 
 to the allotted deck space. The wary Commanders 
 get their men into their places punctually, so that 
 their neighbours cannot " pinch " space. 
 
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 Jim, Dick and I mutually adopted a scheme 
 which was soon in turn taken up by the C.O. When- 
 ever our particular Unit was for " duty," we let one 
 of the others take our deck space. We never had 
 any unnecessary crowding after that. 
 
 The mornings were looked upon as the time for 
 the more serious portion of the training ; but the 
 afternoons were devoted to using the plentiful 
 supply of sporting gear provided by the Y.M.C.A. 
 
 This included " Medicine Ball," Quoits, Single- 
 sticks, Punching Ball, and Boxing Gloves. The last 
 were by far the most popular, for every one on board 
 seemed to fancy he could box until he found out 
 quite suddenly that he couldn't ! 
 
 The Tugs-of-War between Platoons, Companies, 
 and Units created the keenest interest. The trials 
 of strength extended over some days, and the final 
 between the last two victors wrought the whole 
 ship's company up to the highest state of enthusiasm. 
 
 Every evening that was fine, a concert was held 
 on the forward well -deck. Sometimes these were 
 excellent ; sometimes, in unaccustomed hands, they 
 caused untold and unexpected merriment. In 
 almost every Company, one or two of the members 
 " made up ' as girls or females and one fellow 
 was particularly good as a rather speedy Bourke 
 Street Belle. A species of rivalry entered into 
 these shows ; and before long, prizes were offered 
 for the best programme during the week. 
 
 Rumours, that originate no one knows how, gain 
 currency with marvellous rapidity, and the more 
 outrageous the rumour the quicker its flight, and 
 the greater its distortion as it passes from mouth 
 to mouth. And they reappear in letters. Now, 
 one of the greatest pastimes on board is letter-writ- 
 ing. These must necessarily be censored a pro- 
 digious undertaking. And thinking to take the 
 
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 matter in hand early, after a few days afloat the 
 legend " Post letters here ' was displayed over a 
 porthole of the smoking-room. The letters poured 
 in in a perfect avalanche next day. And nine out of 
 ten mentioned that " as we are calling in at F., I am 
 writing this." The indignation was great when it 
 was apparent we had passed the port. Even then 
 it was confidently said by some that we had slowed 
 down during the night, and a tender had received 
 and taken mails ! The most trusted rumour was 
 that " a cruiser had come up during the night and 
 taken off all the letters." 
 
 As the vessel nears Durban, the actual first port 
 of call, the letters increase to an appalling degree. 
 The two " Padres," the Y.M.C.A. man, and a 
 voluntary army of officers day and night endeavour 
 to cope with the stream. About 5000 letters take a 
 bit of getting through; and so many had to be 
 heavily blue-pencilled. 
 
 Some fellows have written at least a dozen letters 
 often several to different girls, and much in the 
 same strain. It would be a good idea if the Y.M.C.A., 
 who generously provide paper gratis, would print 
 as an opening sentence, ' I am writing this hoping 
 it will find you well, as it leaves me at present." 
 Also, " We have seen some sharks, and whales, and 
 some flying fish ; but we are getting sick of looking 
 at the same old sea day after day." 
 
 Hundreds of times one wearily scans such stuff. 
 
 Occasionally unconscious humour creeps in. 
 
 One Bird said : " We have all sorts of good sport 
 on board : Boxing, Single-sticks, Medicine Ball, 
 and a good Bible Class." Some were real wags in 
 describing incidents. One fellow wrote : 
 
 " We are doing ourselves grand on this joy-ride, 
 switchback craft. Six meals a day three down, 
 
 and three up." 
 
 
 
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 Another began optimistically for a start : " This 
 is a glorious trip. Never knew a sea voyage was so 
 enjoyable. Having the time of our lives." And 
 then suddenly, on the next page, written a few 
 days later : " AH is changed since. Sick as blazes 
 now! ' 
 
 Another's idea of a good O.C. " We don't have 
 very much work to do on board ; but this is mostly 
 because we have such a fine lot of officers." One 
 man thinks the C.O. very nervous. " They do seem 
 terribly frightened of Fire and Submarines. We 
 are always practising seeing periscopes, and rushing 
 to our fire places in the boats." 
 
 The Circulating Red Cross Library is a Godsend. 
 Once it is generally known, the demand for books 
 grows steadily. From 3 to 5 the office is open. 
 A head bobs up at the port-hole : 
 
 "Want a book? " 
 
 " Yes, sir." 
 
 " What sort do you like ? : 
 
 ' Oh, something with a bit of adventure and 
 bushranging in it." 
 
 The mushy yarns, so generously sent on by well- 
 meaning ladies, are studiously avoided. But all 
 Australian works, including poetry, are in the 
 keenest demand. Even Shakespeare, and often 
 historical works, have a very good vogue : sometimes 
 in the most unexpected quarters. 
 
 Having charge of the " Submarine Guard " was no 
 light task. I had Dick Dudley only to help, and we 
 took four hours on and four hours off. The 1 a.m. 
 to 5 a.m. watch was the most irksome, especially 
 when it was dirty weather. Some of the posts were 
 exposed, but two were nice little nooks, where it was 
 easy to snuggle up, and go to sleep. 
 
 It was really funny sometimes, after the third 
 hour of the watch, to creep up in rubber shoes to 
 
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 the post, unobserved, and suddenly whisper sharply 
 in an unexpectant ear : " Seen anything, Sentry ? ' 
 
 One fellow, who was leaning far over the rail (he 
 was pretty tall), nearly fell overboard when I came 
 on him unexpectedly at 3 a.m. one cold morning. 
 
 Of course poor old Slocum got into trouble rather 
 serious trouble, too. 
 
 His orders were, that if at any time he saw any- 
 thing suspicious, he was either to signal the Bridge, 
 or report it to the nearest " post," who would pass 
 it on. 
 
 But the case of unexpected and urgent emergency 
 completely baffled his slow-moving brain. 
 
 It was during his early evening watch, on a dark 
 night, that the accident happened. A man fell 
 overboard, and was unfortunately drowned. He had 
 slipped into the water not far from Slocum's post ; 
 and of course the sentry had to give evidence at the 
 inquiry. 
 
 " Surely you heard a splash of some sort ? : ' asked 
 the President. 
 Yes, sir." 
 
 " Then why did you do nothing ? " he demanded 
 sharply. 
 
 " I thought it might be a box, sir." Then, as an 
 after-thought, " or or p'raps a bottle." 
 
 " Rather a large bottle, don't you think ? : 
 
 " Well, sir," he floundered, " it might have been 
 
 a a rum jar. 
 
 ' And this is a ' dry ' ship ? : 
 " Yes, sir v-very dry ship sir; " and he wiped 
 
 his dry mouth to emphasise the fact. 
 A suppressed smile round the court. 
 ' And did you see this fellow before he fell ? : 
 " Yes, sir. He was looking into the water." 
 " And when you heard the splash, why didn't 
 
 you do something ? ' 
 
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 I did, sir. I looked ; and and bly me if he 
 wasn't gone ! 3 
 
 " Why didn't you report at once ? ' 
 
 " Well, sir, I was told to report only what I saw ; 
 and I mustn't leave my post for anything else, and 
 as I didn't see nothink, I kept still." 
 
 But you did leave your post afterwards ? : 
 Yes, sir. After turnin' it over in my mind for 
 about about ten minutes, it struck me perhaps the 
 splash had something to do with that bloke ; so I 
 reported it to the officer at the Bridge." 
 
 And poor old Slocum was court -martialled for 
 manslaughter, and only got off by the skin of his 
 teeth. 
 
 The most irksome job on board is keeping track of 
 Mess utensils and equipment ; not to mention boots, 
 hats, and overcoats. Some men will not learn to 
 keep a constant eye on their belongings. The 
 consequence is that while during the week they have 
 been turning out in white hats, dungarees, and deck 
 shoes, when the order comes for Church Parade in 
 khaki and felt hats, several of these articles are 
 missing, and the uniformity of the company is spoilt 
 by the intrusion of caps and civilian boots. Of 
 course the men have to pay for the shortages ; but 
 the point is, there are no Q.M. stores on board ; and 
 deficiencies caused by abject carelessness cannot be 
 replaced. 
 
 One of the worst evils to be combated is surrep- 
 titious ' pinching." Sometimes this is amusing, 
 and sometimes rather serious. During the first 
 few days out it is one constant parade of sufferers 
 through light-fingered gentry. The favourite time 
 of airing such grievances is just after early morning 
 parade. 
 
 " Please, sir, I have lost a wrist-watch," one 
 complains. 
 
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 When did you have it last ? 
 
 " Yesterday, sir." 
 
 Then a bow drawn at a venture. 
 
 " Did you take it off to wash ? : 
 
 " Yes, sir." 
 
 " Do you remember putting it on again ? : 
 
 " Not at the time, sir; but when I went to look 
 for it after breakfast, it was gone." 
 
 " Naturally," you agree; and after giving him a 
 fatherly lecture on his childish carelessness, you hand 
 him a watch answering to his description, which has 
 been given to you by the finder the day before. 
 
 Sometimes money-belts, with pounds of cash in 
 them, are found and handed in. That is the amaz- 
 ing part of it all. Only occasionally money in any 
 quantity is stolen. But towels, tooth-brushes, boots, 
 under-clothes, and hats, are subject to much petty 
 thieving. 
 
 In a way, settling the rights and wrongs of these 
 little delinquencies is very annoying, but on the 
 whole, they help to relieve the monotony of a nine 
 weeks' voyage, in which scarcely a vessel is sighted. 
 
 But one fine morning, shortly after daybreak, just 
 as " physical jerks ' were about to start, the blue 
 Bluff of Port Natal's harbour could just be seen 
 faintly on the horizon. There was no talk or pre- 
 tence of early drill that morning ! Officers and men 
 alike eagerly scanned the coast of the Dark Continent 
 with binoculars, telescopes, or unaided eyes. The 
 day was warm and the sea a glassy, light blue, 
 changing into a yellow-green as the depth lessened, 
 and the whole ship's company was agog with 
 curiosity and a buzz of speculative conversation as 
 the details of the town began to appear with the 
 lessening distance. 
 
 Finally, the engines, which had been reduced to 
 half -speed, stopped, and the harbour pilot was taken 
 
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 on board. There was a big ' ground swell : on 
 outside, and the ship rolled about like an ungainly 
 sea monster ; with that uncanny atmosphere which 
 pervades a vessel when the engines are silent after 
 three weeks of incessant running. Every sound is 
 magnified ; and even the tramping of feet on the 
 decks sounds unnaturally loud ; as though a panic 
 of some sort were about to take place. 
 
 But as the engines slowly revolve once more, the 
 ship gains way, and directly the Heads are passed, 
 the vessel seems almost motionless, save that the 
 banks on either side are slipping quietly past. 
 
 As the ship turns the corner, a crowd of niggers 
 can be seen on the wharf, attending many trucks of 
 coal, which is to replenish our depleted bunkers. 
 
 A girl in white is semaphoring a signal of welcome 
 to officers and men ; and where they can get meals, 
 accommodation, and amusement. 
 
 Again the engines stop ; then suddenly turn in 
 reverse motion, sending a tremor through the whole 
 ship. A big splash forward, silence again, and we 
 are safely anchored in Durban Harbour ! 
 
X 
 
 OTJR ship's luck was a little out. Instead of 
 going alongside the wharf, we had to remain at 
 anchor in midstream the first day, owing to the lack 
 of shipping accommodation. But the authorities 
 came to the rescue, and kindly sent alongside a 
 large hydraulic dredge barge, which took ashore the 
 bulk of the men. 
 
 But our Company were on " duty," and had to 
 remain aboard till after the mid-day meal. After- 
 wards, the Ferry Company were requisitioned to 
 take ashore our men, at 6d. per head return. 
 
 Now, the officer in charge which happened to 
 be me was responsible for collection of fares. And 
 although a ' sprat ' ' does not seem a large amount 
 for a private to part up after being aboard for three 
 weeks, yet many men had been ' stoney ' in less 
 than a week out. In spite of the most rigid precau- 
 tions, men would gamble from the three -card 
 trick to the number of currants in each chap's slice 
 of pudding for dinner. I heard a bet once as to 
 whether a certain fellow, much given to sniffing, 
 would blow his nose during the day. 
 
 So the only thing was to collect fares before 
 embarking. 
 
 The men were lined up, and told that the authori- 
 ties had kindly offered the trams free to privates. 
 They were advised to behave like real Australians, 
 and not " spoil ' it for later Units. If there were 
 any drunks, no more leave would be granted. A 
 
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 couple of drinks was all right, but let it stop at 
 that ! 
 
 Then I said : 
 
 " All men who have not got a sixpence, fall out 
 two paces." 
 
 About fifty per cent., anxious to get " all that was 
 going," fell out smartly to the front and rear. 
 
 " All right. Remainder close in to the right. 
 Left turn. Quick march : lead on to the gangway." 
 There was dead silence amongst the ' derelicts," 
 and a roar of laughter from the others, which was 
 quickly silenced. 
 
 Then, turning to the dejected ones, I said : 
 
 " If any of you fellows can borrow a sixpence from 
 your mates, fall in at the rear. Fares must be 
 collected beforehand." 
 
 They all grinned : fell in to a man ; and each one 
 parted up the fare at the gangway ! 
 
 The men were all landed, lined up, told to fall in 
 again at the wharf not later than 10 p.m. ; and 
 dismissed. 
 
 Then Dick, Jim and I set out to enjoy ourselves, 
 and forget for the time being that there were such 
 things as Transports and War. 
 
 There was plenty of fascination in the well -1 aid- 
 out streets, boulevards, and esplanades of Durban. 
 
 The 'rickshaws drawn by fine, strapping Zulus, 
 wearing all sorts of weird, fantastic head and body 
 dress, were immediately a source of the hugest 
 delight and amusement to the lads. Every ' craft ' 
 within sight was quickly engaged, and the Australian 
 sporting instinct instantly aroused. Fares were 
 doubled, and even trebled, if the runner won. And 
 the anxiety of some to win nearly led to their undo- 
 ing. For in the excitement of the race, an over- 
 anxious lad would imagine there was a mere 
 " nigger ' pulling at the shaves, and give the Zulu 
 
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 a prod with a stick. Directly this was done, fire 
 flashed from the eyes of the proud steed, and the 
 rider in the 'rickshaw received such a sudden and 
 unexpected jolt that he was lucky if he were not 
 landed in the road. It was with the greatest diffi- 
 culty that one or two serious conflicts were avoided, 
 and only after some officers had explained at length 
 the vast difference between the descendants of a 
 Zulu chief and the Australian aboriginal " Jacky," 
 were some of the boys convinced that they must give 
 the 'rickshaw-men a fair deal, and treat them with a 
 certain amount of respect. 
 
 It was not long before we chartered a pair of 
 wheels each ourselves. 
 
 The day was swelteringly hot : like Brisbane at 
 its worst, and it was luxury indeed to loll back in the 
 deep, comfortable seat, cigarette in mouth, listening 
 to the almost noiseless " pat-pat " of your " steed's ' 
 bare feet, and to watch the passing show. 
 
 On to the broad, lawn-bordered beach esplanade 
 we turned, with stately, deep-porticoed, wide- 
 verandahed hotels, and countless ice-cream and cool 
 drink shops on the one side, and the pale -green, 
 ever-rolling, shimmering ocean on the other. 
 
 The iced-drink places were a mass of perspiring, 
 clamouring khaki ; and we were not long in picking 
 out a well-shaded, secluded nook, where long glasses 
 were filled and re -filled with various American 
 inventions, always topped with a liberal lump of the 
 most delicious ice-cream. Iced pineapples, iced 
 raspberries and cream, iced fruit-salad it was like 
 the nectar of the gods, after ship-board fare that soon 
 loses its taste in spite of the cook's best efforts. 
 
 Mounting 'rickshaws again, we proceeded slowly 
 down the drive, and watched the dense crowd dis- 
 porting themselves in the baths. 
 
 " What price Manly Beach ? ' queried Jim. 
 
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 " Or even St. Kilda baths ? : ' supplemented Dick. 
 
 " What ! thinking of home already ? : I re- 
 proached. " What will you fellows be like in three 
 months' time ? : 
 
 But it was the same everywhere. You could hear 
 it on all sides, comparing the surroundings with 
 Melbourne, Sydney, Brisbane, or Adelaide, as the 
 case might be. 
 
 Of a sudden Dick nearly jumped out of his cart. 
 
 " Look at those blighters on the far beach," he 
 said wrathfully, pointing to dozens of Anzacs 
 bathing in dangerous ground. What's the use of 
 warning fellows against sharks ? There will be an 
 awful row if any one gets nipped." 
 
 " My dear fellow," soothed Jim, " don't ever 
 worry over such minor risks with an Australian. 
 You might just as well warn them of the danger in 
 bathing off Bondi. If they've made up their minds 
 to have a bathe, all the grinning alligators in Africa 
 wouldn't put them off." 
 
 Too true, we agreed ! So we turned our runners 
 towards the Club, which had generously thrown open 
 its doors to Australian officers. There we smoked 
 and yarned in the wide veranda till evening dusk 
 began to gather. Then we hired a motor, and were 
 whirled along the tropical Berea over to the top of 
 the ridge ; and when night came, Durban, twinkling 
 and flashing with ten thousand brilliant gems, en- 
 closed in a semicircle of lesser lights, lay at our feet, 
 a glittering mass of Oriental glory. 
 
 Reluctantly we ordered our car to make for the 
 
 wharf as the time of assembly approached. When 
 
 we arrived there, about half the men had turned up 
 
 -and no ferry steamers to take us off to the boat. 
 
 The Adjutant, rather short-tempered when things 
 went wrong through no fault of his own, was ramping. 
 He roared up the men for being late : he roared 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 up the officers for allowing them to be late: he roared 
 up the shipping company (to no one in particular) 
 for failing to keep their contract. 
 
 We certainly objected to being towelled about 
 men it was impossible to control ; so bit by bit we 
 edged round the Adjutant and turned the full tide 
 of our united wrath on to the erring Tug Company. 
 Such gross negligence had never occurred in Aus- 
 tralia. It never could occur. It was all very well 
 to throw the trams, places of amusement, and clubs 
 open to the ship's company ; but if we couldn't get 
 the men back that night there would be Hell to 
 pay ! . . . And we kept this going for quite a while. 
 
 Suddenly the Adjutant took a tumble to our game. 
 His wrath also had quietened down a bit. 
 
 ' Check off your men, gentlemen," he said, and 
 in the dark the different Companies were lined up. 
 Of course some men of the 4th got into the lines of 
 the 20th, and the 1st into those of the 56th, but 
 averaging things up, there were only about five per 
 cent, missing. Then the Adjutant, after all had 
 mendaciously reported " all correct," disappeared, 
 and in half-an-hour a small tug, capable of taking 
 twenty-five at a time, came alongside the wharf. 
 
 " All the 4th this way. Others keep their places." 
 
 Of course 150 of the 4th wanted to get into the 
 boat at once, and a guard with fixed bayonets had 
 to be lined up to prevent a rush. The first load 
 moved off, and in twenty minutes the boat returned ! 
 
 We all began to make calculations as to how long 
 it would take the 700 men who had come ashore to 
 embark ; when the perspiring Adjutant appeared 
 presently on a boat with a capacity of sixty. Then 
 we got moving a little better. But it was 1.30 a.m. 
 before, weary and footsore, we went with the last 
 boat-load to the ship, and turned in, dead-beat, to 
 our bunks, 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 77 
 
 Next day our vessel drew into the wharf, and 
 things were managed swimmingly. The day was 
 all too short. We had to move that night. But 
 the lads laid themselves out to get the utmost out 
 of the time, and if you want to see fellows enjoy 
 themselves to the full (sometimes literally 'full "), 
 go and watch a boat-load of Australian soldiers on 
 shore after they have been cooped up for three 
 weeks. 
 
 Our next stop was Table Bay. 
 
 Here disappointment awaited us. Unfortunately 
 there had been a very rowdy crowd ashore a few 
 weeks beforehand. And the result was, that, 
 although we only had measles and mumps aboard, 
 in the shape of disease, we were ' yellow-flagged ' 
 by the authorities. 
 
 There w r ere mutinous faces all round ; but as we 
 anchored nearly two miles from shore, there was 
 little chance of any one breaking away. The 
 slopes of the mountain, and the bay generally, \vere 
 brown with the summer sun a marked contrast to 
 the luxurious, tropical green of Durban ; and the 
 boys instantly began to draw comparisons and to 
 call the grapes out of reach sour. 
 
 Coaling from barges alongside made the only 
 break in a twenty-four hours stay. Then, having 
 received sailing orders, we weighed anchor just as 
 the sun was Hearing the horizon. 
 
XI 
 
 OUR most nervy attack of rumour occurred on 
 the evening that we left Table Bay. 
 
 The stately old Mountain had disappeared on our 
 starboard quarter, and the dipping sun had set in 
 a phalanx of golden glory on our port bow as we 
 descended to dinner. 
 
 When we came up on deck again, the after-glow 
 of sunset was on the starboard side of the stern. 
 
 The men, who always had their meals earlier 
 than the officers, had seen the whole thing, and were 
 agog with curiosity and conjecture. 
 
 We, of course, were puzzled. We had turned 
 round completely. Why ? 
 
 Then Jim and I went forward. The most " au- 
 thentic " news generally emanated from the galley. 
 So we went along just to hear what was passing 
 from one to the other. 
 
 " The blinkin' war's over, Digger. 1 Hooray ! 
 We're going back to good old ' Aussy.' 
 
 ' Go on, you bloomiii' cold-foot. There's a risin' 
 in the Cape. I 'eard all about it at Durban. An' 
 they want the Anzacs to put it down. South 
 Africa '11 do me. I was in the Boer War." 
 
 " We're goin' to India, I tell you," cried a third. 
 " Dinkum. 2 The Gorspel truth. The Hindy-hoos 
 have broke loose at last. Always said they would." 
 
 " Wot blinkin' rot," says another. " We're off 
 to Mesopotamia. They're in a fix there, orl right, 
 and they want us to dig them out." 
 
 We went back to our own deck. Officers were 
 
 1 Australian for " Mate." 
 
 2 "Genuine." 
 
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Three Anzacs in the War 79 
 
 just as certain and contradictory in the explana- 
 tion as the men. The last idea certainly seemed 
 fairly feasible ; and Jim and I were inclined to lean 
 towards it. 
 
 " Not on your life," dissented Dick. " We are 
 going back for fresh orders. The Subs must be at 
 work, or a raider has eluded the all-powerful British 
 Fleet, and we must therefore rearrange our course. 
 Anyhow, I'm not going to lose any sleep on it. Let's 
 have a game of crib and then turn in." 
 
 The true instinct of the soldier was in Dick. His 
 reasoning was quite correct. When we again 
 reached Table Bay, we did not even drop anchor. 
 A smart naval launch accosted us in the dark, there 
 was a confab between the Lieutenant and the skipper, 
 and in less than half-an-hour we were heading out of 
 the Bay ; and later on took up a direction exactly 
 the same as before. 
 
 But as we neared the ' line ' we noticed our 
 course varied several times a day. We were doing 
 big zigzags to be on the safe side. 
 
 We had our first Military Funeral after passing 
 the Line. The victim had been down badly with 
 pneumonia, and the stifling heat finished him. 
 
 The Company to which he belonged provided the 
 firing-party, who lined the deck along the which the 
 procession was to pass. The whole of the men were 
 lined up on different parts of the ship. 
 
 Then the Colonel came along slowly, followed by 
 the Padre and the funeral bier. 
 
 The corpse, covered by a Union Jack, was placed 
 on the plank ; and with heads bare, the impressive 
 service began. When half-way through, the chief 
 officer motioned to the Bridge to stop the engines. 
 Then in that eerie silence of stilled machinery, 
 broken only by the swish-swish of the sea on the 
 water-line, the Padre read out the impressive words : 
 
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 "Earth to earth; ashes to ashes; dust to dust." 
 And, as the plank was tilted up high, the corpse took 
 its plunge into the restful depths : the firing -party 
 fired three volleys of blank cartridge, and the " Last 
 Post ' was sounded by the bugler. The last notes 
 of that plaintive strain will dwell long in the memo- 
 ries of all who heard it. It was perfectly played, 
 I have never listened to better, and it moved more 
 than one to tears. 
 
 In the afternoon, the poor fellow's kit, worth 
 under 5, was sold for the benefit of his widow and 
 kiddies. He had been rather unpopular among his 
 mates, keeping much to himself, and joining in no 
 fun or sport. His one pastime was writing letters, 
 letters, letters ! His thoughts were ever in his 
 home. But his little bundle fetched 60 ; and 
 another 100 was collected from his Company. 
 
 Such are Australians when the true test comes ! 
 
 We had not quite finished with Africa yet. 
 
 In a few days, amidst torrid, sweltering heat, we 
 sighted the land again just after daybreak. By 
 noon we had passed the outer headland of Freetown, 
 and soon afterwards were anchored in the bay of 
 Liberia's capital. 
 
 Here we came in actual contact with war for the 
 first time. 
 
 Anchored in the Roads were two smart-looking 
 British war-ships. And they had not come there 
 for fun. They were escorts for troop-ships. 
 
 About fourteen other vessels had taken shelter 
 also most of them with troops on board. The 
 rumour about one or two wily Boche raiders had 
 proved a reality, and from here all vessels must be 
 escorted. 
 
 And the interest was keen when the war-boats were 
 recognised by our R.N.R. captain. 
 
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 One was the Highflier, who, early in the w^ar, had 
 sunk Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse ; and the other 
 the Kent, which took a plucky part in the Falkland 
 Islands fight ; and afterwards sank the Dresden on 
 the East Coast of Africa. With the aid of binoculars, 
 one could see traces of the wounds she received in 
 the battle. 
 
 Barely had we safely anchored, before all the men 
 were clamouring to know when they could go ashore. 
 At a distance, the profusion of tropical green on 
 mountain -shore and far-reaching beach led one's 
 thoughts back to the gorgeous time spent at 
 Durban. 
 
 But there was nothing doing that day. 
 Our first trouble was water, which was getting 
 short. 
 
 Now, to replenish water-tanks in a place with a 
 rainfall of some few feet, seems simple at first glance ; 
 but it is not so easy when one considers that all the 
 vessels are well out from the land, and the port 
 authorities have been used to dealing with about 
 three vessels in as many weeks. There were only 
 two water barges available ; and each ship has to 
 await its turn for the precious fluid. In addition to 
 this, the water has to be towed about two miles by a 
 wheezy, undersized, overtaxed steam-tug, and with 
 the tide rushing in and out at about five miles an 
 hour, it is as much as the combined efforts of boat 
 and tug can do to serve two vessels a day. 
 The next difficulty was coaling. 
 The large influx of vessels had made too heavy a 
 demand on the local black labour. So, instead of 
 going ashore the second day, our men had to be 
 organised into coaling parties to be worked in two- 
 hour shifts, day and night. 
 
 At first the men were inclined to rebel, but, under 
 the efficiency of a liberal ration bribe, once the first 
 
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 parties got going, the men took it more as a huge joke 
 than an irksome task. 
 
 By the end of a shift, the coal-heavers would be as 
 black as the best African nigger on the Continent. 
 They were stripped to the waist, and once they got 
 into the way of handling swaying coal -baskets, they 
 worked splendidly. 
 
 Then, when the first shift had finished in the barges 
 below, they started singing the Kaffir songs they 
 had heard in Natal. And as they began to collect 
 on the bulwarks of the barges, the fellows on top 
 tossed them coins ! And the chaps below scrambled 
 and fought for them exactly the same as they had 
 seen the Kaffirs. 
 
 " T'row, t'row; white money; yellow fellow." 
 
 But there were no " yellow fellows ' on board, 
 and white money seemed scarce ; so they had to 
 scramble for the pennies, which they did till the 
 next shift went below. 
 
 Truly the Australian soldier is a born humorist ! 
 
 Disillusion followed quick on the first visit ashore. 
 
 To begin with, the heat, owing to the protection 
 from free breezes by the surrounding mountains, 
 was worse than at the Equator itself. All the officers 
 had to go ashore with parties of men ; and these had 
 to be stowed fifty at a time, standing up in barges 
 with high sides, that would just hold them. Fortun- 
 ately there was a small decking at each end, where 
 we could stand rather precariously and direct the 
 filling of the boats. Before starting with the first 
 lot, two fellows fainted and had to be carried aboard. 
 
 The steaming heat on shore was worse than in the 
 stream. The men dispersed, and we made for what 
 we were told was an Officers' Club. There was a 
 fairly steep climb up the side of a hill ; and halting 
 half-way, we saw two English officers being carried 
 in chairs slung to bamboos, and supported by natives. 
 
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 We looked about, to hire some, but were told these 
 were " privately owned." 
 
 All, except the Military ' Heads " and a few large 
 merchants, are black in this oppressive town ; even 
 the clerks at the Post Office and Bank being natives. 
 And not too obliging at that. They get decidedly 
 uppish when they have risen a step or two. 
 
 But a little further up the road we passed Govern- 
 ment House, and here the sentries did us the honour 
 of " presenting arms." It was done really well, too, 
 and they evidently w T ere so very proud of their 
 achievement ! Somehow we felt decidedly " bucked ' 
 about the little incident. It seemed to be a good 
 omen. As the whole place appeared to be open, 
 and the sentries had been so very obliging, Jim 
 was for going boldly in and seeking an interview 
 with the Great One. But he might have been out, 
 and his Missus would possibly be indisposed, or at 
 least not cordial in that climate, so we decided to 
 go on. 
 
 The perspiration simply poured out as we labori- 
 ously advanced. Oh, for a Durban 'rickshaw 7 or 
 even one of those high-toned " carriers ' But 
 though we put a bit of bluff into it with one or two 
 " empties ' passing downhill, it did not come off. 
 So we footed it, urged on by visions of long syphons, 
 buckets of ice, and endless delectable drinks to 
 choose from. 
 
 At last we arrived at a building that sported the 
 name " Bungalow." Certainly it had a wide 
 veranda, and a few precarious wicker chairs. But 
 the inside did not look encouraging. 
 
 We sank into the chairs, and read English illus- 
 trated papers for twenty minutes. Then a waiter 
 appeared with a meagre tray, carrying a more 
 meagre menu. It looked about enough for one ; 
 but it was set down in front of four officers in the 
 
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 far corner. We waylaid the waiter on his return 
 journey and ordered lunch for three. 
 
 " Did you order lunch earlier in the week ? : he 
 asked. 
 
 " Well, as we've just come off the boat, we couldn't 
 very well. Had we known, we might have sent a 
 wireless." 
 
 But he was a tired " C " class man, and the irony 
 was lost on him. 
 
 " Very sorry, sir, but lunches have to be booked 
 on that list a week ahead." And he pointed to a 
 board hung outside the bar. 
 
 " Can I see the manager ? : ' asked Dick tersely. 
 
 He was shown into the office, where a tired Major 
 presided, and he explained our grievance. The 
 Major apologised, and said the rule, of course, applied 
 to local resident officers, and if we came back in 
 three-quarters of an hour, our lunch would be 
 ready. 
 
 After that, we had a drink to keep our peckers up. 
 Then we slept in the chairs, too tired to do any more 
 walking. 
 
 In an hour's time our " C " man appeared with a 
 tray. It contained some badly baked bread, rancid 
 butter, and two small tins of sardines. We suggested 
 some tea, as we still remembered the drink of an hour 
 since. Finally that came, and we soon made short 
 work of the lunch. When the bill was presented, it 
 worked out at 3s. 3d. each ! 
 
 We wandered down to the town, just to fill up 
 time until the boats arrived. 
 
 Here things were conducted in the same tired, 
 indifferent, and in the most cases off-hand way. You 
 could take it or leave it. We generally left it, 
 except in the case of a few silk goods, which were 
 decent value. 
 
 When we returned to the vessel, the verdict was 
 
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 pretty unanimous. We did not strike an officer or a 
 man who wanted to go ashore again ! 
 
 Another two days in the sweltering heat, and then 
 three more transports arrived. 
 
 Late in the afternoon a smart launch from the 
 Kent dashed up alongside, and before the unfortunate 
 sentries had time to salute, a nippy Lieutenant had 
 faced up the steps three at a time, and landed on 
 deck. The C.O. had not time to roar at the sentries 
 before the Lieutenant was shaking him by the hand 
 and dragging him into the Captain's cabin. There 
 is nothing lax about the movements of your Naval 
 Officer, even in the Tropics. 
 
 The sentries were ready for him when presently 
 the door flew open and he dashed past them down 
 the gangway again. His launch was forging along 
 from the ship ere he had taken his seat in the 
 stern sheets. 
 
 We guessed there would be something doing 
 after that. But the C.O. and Captain said nothing 
 about moving that day. 
 
 Next morning, at daylight, our screws began 
 to churn; and looking out of the portholes, we 
 saw an Auxiliary Cruiser leading the way, followed 
 by the Denbighshire, the Cairns, ourselves, and two 
 others, each about a quarter of a mile behind 
 the other. We were sailing under the protection 
 of Navy guns ; and the fact lent a little thrill to 
 the incident. Thus we proceeded for two days ; 
 and then entered the French port of Dakkar. 
 Here we took on and mounted a 4-7 naval gun 
 astern, with a crew to work it, in case we unex- 
 pectedly came across periscopes. 
 
 This port was enclosed with a proper breakwater ; 
 and when all our vessels were inside, there was 
 riot room for them to swing ! 
 
 And here, again, we were treated something like 
 
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 at Cape Town. No shore leave ! But it was much 
 more of a problem to tackle. The shore was less 
 than 300 yards distant ; there was no tide current ; 
 and there were many strong swimmers aboard. 
 
 The first day the officers had their hands full. 
 Some men had been heard to say openly that they 
 would swim ashore ; and others that they would 
 rush the boats in the night, and get to land that 
 way. 
 
 To make matters worse, it was Christmas Eve. 
 The men were getting out of hand. 
 
 The guard on all boats, with fixed bayonets, was 
 doubled. Some of the ringleaders laughed deri- 
 sively. But the officers got out their revolvers, 
 and stood by the boats too. They had secret orders, 
 and intended to carry them out. This cowed most 
 of the men ; and the ringleader called them a lot of 
 cold-footed unmentionables. (He was afterwards 
 court-martialled ; and got two years " hard," which 
 was confirmed on shore.) 
 
 As night progressed, the ship grew uproarious. 
 At "lights out" not a globe was extinguished; or 
 if it was, it was immediately turned on again, 
 supplemented by numerous candles. By ten 
 o'clock there was a rumour that the men were 
 going to rush the officers' quarters. It was time 
 to do something ! And the Adjutant persuaded 
 the C.O. to let him speak to the men. 
 
 So he went to the forward deck, and was quickly 
 surrounded by a dense mass. He was unarmed. 
 
 Then he explained that the stopping of leave was 
 entirely the act of the land authorities, who had 
 had much trouble with previous boats : that the 
 men could continue their sing-songs till twelve 
 o'clock ; and that in the morning the boats would 
 be lowered, each in charge of an officer, and allowed 
 Jx> row " about the harbour." 
 
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 It saved the situation ! 
 
 The men cheered again and again ; went down to 
 their decks and roared themselves hoarse ; and 
 before midnight there was a quiet ship. 
 
 On Christmas morning, after breakfast, the boats 
 were lowered and filled with laughing, happy men. 
 They rowed about the harbour for some time ; 
 but somehow most officers' boats seemed to drift 
 towards an inviting beach a little away from the 
 town ; and there the lads bathed to their hearts' 
 content. 
 
 In the afternoon boat races between companies 
 were held ; and by the time the last two boats 
 rowed a hard, exciting race, all trace of mutiny 
 had disappeared. 
 
 Once more our armed Auxiliary Cruiser led the 
 way out of harbour, followed by her five ships. 
 When well out of sight of the town, she suddenly 
 veered to " port " ; and instantly her six guns 
 were trained on the horizon. A faint smudge of 
 smoke on the left was darkening and growing 
 larger ; and the stranger might be an enemy ! 
 We one and all hoped it was the Boche raider. 
 For ten minutes we were keyed up to concert 
 pitch ; and then our Protector turned back again 
 on her original course. 
 
 It was a British cruiser, followed by four other 
 ships. They were heading to join us ; and before 
 long the stout, trim little Kent was convoying 
 nine troop-ships in three -column formation, herself 
 in the van. Then our Auxiliary dipped her flag, 
 and returned to Dakkar. 
 
 With the exception of an occasional laggard 
 (bad coal, or engines going wrong), who was im- 
 mediately " roared up ' by the Kent's flash-light 
 signal, nothing of note happened to within three 
 days of the English coast. True, every now and 
 
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 then a vessel appeared in the offing and the Kent 
 immediately sheered off at full steam, like a hound 
 suddenly picking up a scent; to return again into 
 the head of the line when fully satisfied. Once 
 a steamer was slow in her reply ; and the Kent 
 sent an urgent message in the shape of a shot 
 across her bow before she got the kind of reply 
 she wanted. It came pretty promptly. 
 
 Once we picked up an S.O.S. signal : ' Being 
 shelled." But as the victim was off the Irish coast, 
 hundreds of miles away, we could do nothing. 
 
 Of a sudden it turned bitterly cold; and soon 
 we were plunging along in the teeth of an arctic 
 gale. Our speed was reduced by half ; for one of 
 our vessels was a " converted ' Boche, and was 
 not strong in the innards. 
 
 Next day, almost in the dark, we were pounced on 
 by nine British Destroyers, who each took charge of 
 a ship ; and the Kent faded " somewhere." 
 
 A submarine was reported during the night, 
 in the region of our course ; and next day we 
 passed over the place where she had been spotted ; 
 but there was no trace of hostile craft anywhere. 
 How we would have loved to get a sight of just 
 one, and have just one shot at it ! 
 
 And on the day following, shrouded in flying 
 mist and storm-clouds, with an occasional glimpse 
 of sunshine, we saw the English coast. How 
 it thrilled to think we were running through the 
 same old battered Channel, under war conditions, 
 that Drake and Frobisher and Raleigh had sailed, 
 over 350 years ago ! Oh, that our Navy could 
 get the chance of an open fight as in those days ! 
 Would it ever come ? We all hoped so. 
 
 Soon the Eddystone light showed up; and then 
 the weather-swept breakwater of Plymouth Harbour. 
 Trawlers on every side ; fishing for " tin sharks/- 
 
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 with an occasional Destroyer racing out on patrol 
 work. 
 
 Then the famous Hoe, with Plymouth, glorious 
 Plymouth, in glorious Devon, in the background. 
 
 Our long sea trip was over. 
 
 We were in England at last. The War was 
 getting very near. When would we all be going 
 to the front ? Our Great Adventure was soon to 
 begin in real earnest. 
 
XII 
 
 THE progressive steps of the soldier towards the 
 front are usually accompanied by the same sort of 
 " shock." 
 
 In the first place, it takes a lot of screwing-up 
 of courage to enlist. To the conscientious, prepared 
 for any eventuality, it is almost like putting one 
 foot in the coffin. Most of your friends left behind 
 (especially the fair sex) are sure of it. 
 
 When one embarks, and actually says good-bye 
 to Australia, the other foot is put in. One is 
 irrevocably cut off from the New World in real 
 earnest ; and before landing even in England, he has 
 to face the risk of submarines and floating mines. 
 
 When, later, he lands in England, and is bound 
 for the final training camp to learn the last ideas 
 from the actual front, one, as it were, lies down in 
 the coffin. And when he crosses over to the Base 
 in France, the lid is fitted into its place. Then, 
 when he entrains for the firing line, the screws are 
 put in. Finally he lands in a trench in the front 
 line, or in support (often a narrow hole very much 
 like a mammoth grave), and the imagination calls 
 to mind the Burial Service. 
 
 Don't misunderstand. The feeling does not last 
 long. These shocks come just as you get each 
 fresh order to move. Somehow you always feel : 
 ' It's coming at last ! ' 
 
 We were riding at anchor in an English harbour, 
 
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 It was the depth of one of the severest winters 
 for twenty years ; and the arctic gale continued 
 in its fury. And in it we were to move to our 
 English Base. No wonder we had the cold 
 shivers ! 
 
 ' Iron rations ' had to be issued to all to tide 
 over forty-eight hours. 
 
 Now, our C.O.'s bete noire was a ' clean ship." 
 It was made spotless during the morning, when 
 land first loomed in sight. Some of us wanted to 
 issue the rations while there was plenty of time ; 
 but we were over-ruled. It was well into the 
 afternoon before the cases of meat and biscuits 
 were available ; and just as the first boxes were 
 procured, the first tug drew alongside ; and the 
 Adjutant ordered the first Company to disembark. 
 So our own Company had to get a move on. 
 
 All men were in full marching order ; and most 
 of them were on deck. They had to be got below ; 
 and, bulking twice their usual size, each man had 
 to go through door and gangway down the stairs, 
 and get up again when he had received rations. 
 There was nothing with which to open the soldered 
 tins containing the biscuits. Bayonets came to 
 the rescue, cases were prized open, and tins cut 
 somehow also many fingers. Men already bul- 
 ging with ungainly equipment had now to stow 
 two tins of beef and two pounds of biscuits. It 
 was hard enough to get the stuff out, but it was 
 worse to make the men " stow it ' in their haver- 
 sacks and then get out of the way. Amid much 
 lurid language, the first Section were disposed of- 
 and they jammed on the stairs with those coming 
 down. N. C.O.'s lost their heads and confusion 
 was rampant. In the middle of it, the Adjutant 
 roared down to know why the blinking blazes 
 our Company didn't get on to the tug. So I went 
 
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 on top, leaving Jim to fix up the remainder of the 
 rations as best he could. 
 
 By dint of much abuse and occasionally pushing, 
 the first Section were lined up, and marched to the 
 gangway. Half-way down the ladder, two duffers 
 slipped ; and all their rations went tumbling into 
 the water. 
 
 Then I went back for the next Section. There was 
 a better N.C.O. in charge of this. But just as the 
 men were about to move, one callow youth came 
 up and complained : 
 
 : Please, sir, I haven't got my rations." 
 : Then you can jolly well go hungry," I snapped, 
 ' unless some one happens to have a feeding- 
 bottle handy. Left turn ! Quick march ! ' 
 
 Finally our Company was safely aboard the 
 tender. It was getting dark by this time ; and the 
 boat was densely packed forward. I had fondly 
 reckoned on a re-check of the men ; but gave it 
 up and trusted to luck. 
 
 When the other Units were tumbled on board, 
 the pleasant information came that blankets for 
 the men had to be drawn from the ship. 
 
 Up they came from the hold in huge hessian 
 packs, and were jolted on to the tug's deck. Irre- 
 spective of Units, two blankets per man were issued. 
 Some went short, of course, but it was the best that 
 could be done. 
 
 Then I thought I would go and have a last look 
 at our " clean ' deck. It resembled a cheap 
 grocer's shop that had suffered sudden shell-shock ! 
 Biscuits, meat tins (some blighters had opened the 
 bully beef and thrown the tins down), large empty 
 biscuit tins, cases, and straw littered the whole of 
 the 'tween decks. I beat a hasty retreat to the 
 tug, and thanked God that the Adjutant was still 
 roaring himself hoarse over all and sundry; and 
 
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 likely to continue so till we moved. This we did, 
 not long afterwards, and in a short time were along- 
 side the dock wharf. 
 
 And just here I wanted to take off my hat to the 
 British R.T.O.'s at embarkation ports. There was 
 no confusion. An officer met the Captain of our 
 first batch some six hundred odd men. On learning 
 our destination, he said : 
 
 " Have your men lined up on this wharf, and 
 march them round the corner/' 
 
 This was done, and there was a long train awaiting 
 us, each compartment to take eight men only. In 
 ten minutes all the carriages were comfortably 
 full ; and a roomy compartment left at the rear for 
 officers. There was a quarter of an hour's wait, 
 during which women and boys with baskets brimful 
 of hot sausage rolls and pies, did a roaring trade 
 amongst the lads. 
 
 Punctual to the minute the whistle blew, and we 
 started for our first camp in England. 
 
 At a town half-way along, the Mayor and Mayoress, 
 with a bevy of willing workers, provided the men 
 with hot coffee and buns gratis, and it was most 
 welcome at midnight in that bitter winter air. 
 Cheer upon cheer for the benefactors rent the air 
 as the train steamed out of the station. 
 
 After that we slumbered and slept till at about 
 three o'clock in the morning, w r hen the train came 
 to a standstill. 
 
 " All out here. Come on. Get a move on, 
 lads." 
 
 Heavy sleepers had to be roused, sometimes with 
 a kick, and equipment put on again, and men fallen 
 in, in their respective Units. 
 
 On a road, frozen hard like cast-iron, the men 
 shivered and stamped their feet. It was but nine 
 days since we had been sweltering in Equatorial 
 
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 heat ! And, if anything, the wind blew harder 
 and keener than ever. 
 
 Our guide, a Padre from the training camp, 
 headed the column, and we started on a slippery 
 six-mile march. 
 
 There was only one " rest," and that a short one. 
 To keep moving was the only way to keep warm. 
 
 The moon came out after a time, as though to 
 cheer us on, but it only revealed more clearly the 
 bareness of trunk, branch and twig. Truly this 
 was a cold beginning ! 
 
 At last the road turned suddenly, and we beheld 
 some welcome " hutments." This was the first 
 camp of a large " group." Another quarter of a 
 mile, and in through a gate we turned. Here, 
 waiting Sergeants took the men off our hands, 
 showed them accommodation, and gave them hot 
 coffee. We turned in to the Mess, where a stove 
 blazed a cordial welcome. A hot drink and a feed, 
 and then we were shown to quarters. 
 
 Did we sleep just a little that early morning ? 
 
XIII 
 
 AND now, after working with our whole Unit 
 for ten solid weeks, and getting to know every man's 
 merits or otherwise, the disintegration of our little 
 band began. That is the disadvantage of bringing 
 over Reinforcements. 
 
 The men had to be inspected by the powers that 
 be, classified, and drafted to Battalions that were 
 weakest. 
 
 It was uncongenial, heartbreaking work. 
 
 Lucky were those, both officers and men, who 
 went forward from the start in original Companies, 
 Battalions, and Brigades. 
 
 But it had to be. 
 
 And once more we were set to train and supervise 
 mostly strangers. 
 
 But there was soon a slight off -set to this. For 
 after less than a week in camp, all had four days' 
 ' disembarkation leave." 
 
 So off we hiked to London in a fast train that 
 landed us there in less than two hours. 
 
 A comfortable, quiet hotel ! A hot bath ; a 
 slap-up dinner ; a theatre the first night ; a glorious, 
 warm sleep in clean sheets, with no bugle to blare 
 into your slumbers in the middle of the night. 
 And yes breakfast in bed, and a leisurely stroll 
 into the smoking-room at 10.30 a.m. What 
 luxury ! 
 
 The day was foggy, and there was a cold, drizzly 
 
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 rain. But in the grate was a roaring fire ; and 
 there were all the morning papers to read, besides 
 present and past illustrated journals. 
 
 After lunch, we each overhauled our wardrobes, 
 and decided to spend the afternoon in very necessary 
 shopping. 
 
 Eager to get the business over, we made for a 
 good tailor's shop, valises in hand, and explained 
 one or two jobs we wanted done quickly. 
 
 Very sorry, sir. Can't manage it for another 
 fortnight. All our best hands have gone to the 
 war. Perhaps B. & Co., further on, can oblige 
 you." 
 
 We tried B. & Co. 
 
 " Can't be done, sir," the manager said. " We 
 are unable to cope with present orders." 
 
 And so on with six shops in succession. 
 
 We were aghast ! Was this really London ? 
 Surely not the same old London ? 
 
 That was just it. London was feeling the stress 
 of war, and had to move slower than was her wont. 
 
 And after trying those six other shops with equal 
 result, in despair we went to a little place in a by- 
 street, where the shop was run by a man and his 
 wife. We were only just in time. As he was taking 
 our orders two other officers popped in, and had to 
 be refused. 
 
 Then we laid ourselves out to " do ' what sights 
 we could in the all too short time. 
 
 Of course, the old Abbey claimed us first. It is 
 the Mecca of the Empire ; and the grand old 
 weather-beaten pile, with the actual tombs of Eng- 
 land's greatest men, absorbed us for the rest of the 
 afternoon. Even here we struck the effect of war, 
 for the best treasures, including Edward the Con- 
 fessor's tomb, were sand-bagged up ! 
 
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 We had been the usual round, and were about to 
 emerge, steeped in reverence and awe of the dignity 
 and atmosphere of the place, when we saw a couple 
 of ' birds ' discussing and arguing. 
 
 Out of curiosity we went along. It was worth 
 while. 
 
 " Gripes, Harry," said one, " look at that winder. 
 Put in for some bloke wot died in 1100. Must be 
 the oldest in England ! ' 
 
 ' Not much," challenged his friend. " I saw one 
 in Salisbury that was doin' its bit for old Moses and 
 Aaron." 
 
 Further on they came to a recumbent figure, 
 with armour carved in marble, and hands clasped 
 over the breast. Evidently a warrior ! 
 
 ' Look 'ere, Jack," exclaimed one of the 
 fellows. " Bin lyin' there since 1200. Holy 
 smoke ! ' 
 
 Such sluggishness evidently irritated Jack. 
 
 " Come off, Corporal," he cried, addressing the 
 pious one of the tomb ; ' get a move on. Show a 
 leg quick and lively. Reveille's gone hours ago. 
 Hop out." 
 
 Next day, of course, we did the Tower, and were 
 saluted on all sides by those keepers of London's 
 old stronghold. But it did look a bit incongruous 
 to see a Bayonet course in the old moat. 
 
 Every night, and on some afternoons also, we 
 went to a theatre. We tried a different restaurant 
 for each meal. But the most interesting of all was 
 " Ye Old Cheshire Cheese ' in the Strand. Here 
 we sat on the identical bench where Dr. Johnson 
 used to feed and hold forth, and had the same sort 
 of juicy meal he so enjoyed. 
 
 The days flew by ! It seemed like two instead 
 of four. Then came a problem. 
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 We had, strictly speaking, to return on a Saturday 
 and be in camp by three o'clock. That meant, 
 practically, a blank day. And we knew there 
 would be nothing doing in the afternoon. It was 
 sheer nonsense to expect us to catch the 11.20 in 
 the morning. 
 
 So we missed it, and wired accordingly. 
 
 We even went to a matinee in the afternoon ; 
 had our last and best dinner, and caught the 9 p.m. 
 from Waterloo. 
 
 Like naughty children we sneaked into our 
 quarters close on midnight, saying in our hearts 
 that the Adjutant could go to Hong-Kong for all 
 we cared. 
 
 We waited till breakfast was over before speaking 
 to him. 
 
 Then Dick said casually : 
 
 " Oh, I suppose you got our wire all right ? : 
 
 " What wire ? What was it about ? : 
 
 We hadn't even been missed ! After all, we 
 might have got the eleven o'clock for all that it 
 mattered. 
 
 " Oh, it was just about not being able to catch a 
 taxi in time for the train." 
 
 " Oh, that's all right, old boy. Don't 
 worry ! ; 
 
 If ever there was a ' next time," we swore we 
 would take the last train on Sunday night ! 
 
 Another few days in camp, attending parades ; 
 being "Orderly Dog"; fitting of boots; fitting 
 equipment ; weeding out sufferers from various 
 ailments ; route marches ; Company and Battalion 
 drill ; an occasional morning at the range ; and 
 then it came out in orders : 
 
 " Second Lieutenants So-and-So will on Monday 
 morning entrain for Blankton, to attend the Over- 
 
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 seas Officers' Course. Kits to be at the Officers' 
 Mess by 8 a.m. Railway warrants will be available 
 at the Orderly Room." 
 
 We welcomed the change. We were getting full 
 up of the training camp. 
 
XIV 
 
 GETTING properly down to the routine of work 
 at the English Training School took a few days. 
 Australians are not quite so amenable to discipline 
 as their English kinsmen ; and, having all obtained 
 commissions in Australia, some were apt to look 
 upon this particular School as a sort of holiday. 
 Some of them fell in over it, too. 
 But the point was this : 
 
 Here were two Platoons of officers, who had to 
 be " lined up ' of a morning and afternoon by a 
 Sergeant-Major, prior to getting on with the syllabus 
 of the day. True, he was a real Cockney Tommy, 
 of some twenty years' experience, but that didn't 
 alter the position. We had to be checked off after 
 breakfast promptly by 8.40, to enable us to move 
 on complete to the Parade ground for the daily 
 march past the Colonel. 
 
 But the S.M. had had experience of Australians, 
 and knew pretty well how to handle them. To lose 
 his temper would be fatal. And we tried it sorely 
 at times. 
 
 The first morning, of course, as it was bitter 
 winter, many were late. At 8.30 the shrill whistle 
 blew whilst equipment was being overhauled. 
 
 " It's all right," counselled those who had been 
 in the School a fortnight. " You needn't go on 
 till 8.40. Old Battle-Axe " (his nickname) " always 
 tries to yank out new chums too early." And these 
 
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 experienced ones would proceed cleaning equipment 
 and rifle leisurely. 
 
 Now, the new-comer is apt to forget minor details ; 
 hence the lateness at the fall in. 
 
 ' On Parade, gentlemen, please," roars the 
 Battle -Axe. 
 
 At 8.45 ah 1 are checked off. Then B.A. says : 
 
 " Have all you gents got watches ? ' 
 
 Apparently they have, for no one dissents. 
 
 Well, will you please put watches right by mine, 
 which is 8.45. Platoon is five minutes late ; and 
 the Colonel will be roarin'." 
 
 Next morning the same leisurely walk out at 
 8.38. 
 
 " Hurry on, gentlemen, please" growls Battle - 
 Axe. 
 
 Still there are some missing. Then he turns to 
 the offending Barrack Room, and yells : 
 
 ' His there /^any Mother ^officer who would like 
 to come on Parade ? If so, don't 'urry. There's 
 all day to go yet, an' it's only 8.45 a.m." 
 
 Of course that fairly " fetched ' us. He was a 
 sport, after all, and we were pretty prompt in the 
 future. 
 
 But one morning it was snowing rather per- 
 sistently, and it required an effort to leave the warm, 
 cosy stove. One chap, who camped down the other 
 end of the building, was easily the last. His con- 
 science must have pricked him suddenly, for in 
 the distance he broke into a trot. We didn't see 
 him, for our backs were towards him. 
 
 But Battle-Axe did ; and he cried excitedly, 
 pointing : 
 
 " Look, gentlemen, look : there's a sight for 
 you." 
 
 We expected a running deer, or a hare at least. 
 
 " Where, Serg. Major ? Where ? " 
 
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 " Over there, gentlemen. Look ! A .flo nicer 
 runnin' ! A H officer, mind ! Bli'me if that ain't 
 the best on record at these 'ere barracks." 
 
 Naturally, at the beginning of the week we 
 suffered from Monday-mo rning-itis. Old Battle- 
 Axe would look at our sleepy faces and say : 
 
 " It's all roight, gentlemen ; tike yer time ; tike 
 yer time. It's Monday mornin', and I've got a 
 new note-book and a new pencil." Then, as an 
 after-thought : " Of course, I know you gents don't 
 need to take notes at the lectures. You know all 
 about these things, comin' from Horsetralia. But 
 just carry yer note-books into the lecture-room for 
 appearance sake. . . . An' there's all day before 
 us. Don't 'urry, or you might break a blood- 
 vessel. It don't do to tike risks. There was a 
 Horsetralian Hofficer died in last month's school 
 from a strained 'eart. His record for climbing them 
 steps " (pointing to a double flight) ' was four 
 minutes fifty seconds. 'E could get down 'em in 
 four-twenty to the tick." 
 
 The lecture-rooms were rather scattered; and 
 if one liked to pass the wink to the Platoon Com- 
 mander, who was one of ourselves, he could dodge 
 the lecture by " fading ' round the corner. It 
 was easy to re-check in a smaller room; but the 
 C.I. gave his stunts in the Y.M.C.A. Hut to the 
 whole School ; the fading trick was then much easier 
 to manage, especially when it was dark. 
 
 Once, after being checked and about to march 
 to the Hut, old Battle -Axe said : 
 
 " I'd loike to point out, gentlemen, that the 
 lecture hut is round to the roight of that building. 
 Some of you seem to think it's round the other way. 
 So I have posted some of the Staff there to re-direct 
 any gentleman that might 'ave missed his way 
 by accident like." 
 
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 Church Parade was compulsory. We lined up 
 somewhat reluctantly, but would pass the time of 
 waiting to move off with surreptitious jokes that 
 would cause, perhaps, some smiling. 
 
 " Now, take that smile hoff yer dials, gents, " 
 Battle -Axe would counsel. " Smilin's all roight 
 hoff parade. I smile sometimes meself, though you 
 may not think so. But not here. It's no good in 
 drill ; an' specially goin' to church. It ain't re- 
 garded as decent by the C.I." 
 
 Here, again, the " fading " trick would sometimes 
 come off, if one happened, quite unintentionally, to 
 forget stick or gloves, for instance. But it had to 
 be used very judiciously. 
 
 Another good plan was, if one happened to be 
 C. of E., to suddenly remember a Presbyterian 
 ancestor strain, harking back through the centuries, 
 and a longing for the dour admonitions of the 
 learned Scot. 
 
 Battle -Axe would round up the parade next 
 Saturday : 
 
 " Church of England fall in at 9.30, Sundays, 
 Romans at 9. All other half-bred and fancy religions 
 at 10.30. Hay Hem (a.m.)." 
 
 Now, on being asked where Mr. A. was, who was 
 originally down as C. of E., his best friend would 
 plead that his religion had been entered up wrong, 
 that the missing officer was of the " most strictest ' 
 sect of Presbyterians. This, by the following week, 
 got rather catching. 
 
 So much so that on the following Saturday 
 morning parade, old Battle -Axe announced : 
 
 ' I just want to remoind you gents, that whatever 
 you do in civil life, when yer join the bloomin' Army, 
 yer can't be Church one week, and Roman next, 
 and Presbywowser next. Once you've taken yer 
 choice you've got ter stick to it, whether it leads 
 
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 yer to heaven, or whether it bloomin' well takes yer 
 to the other plice ; or, say, Berlin. 'Course, I'm 
 rather sorry if you've found out you've chosen the 
 wrong gorspel. If ye 're goin' to heaven with those 
 smilin' faces of yours, well, ye're goin'. An' if 
 ye 're goin' to 'ell, well, go like a soldier, and look 
 'appy just the same. You'll 'ave plenty of mates 
 from these 'ere barracks." 
 
 The C.I., who lectured the whole School generally 
 at 6.30 before dinner, was a dear old boy of the old 
 school ; but he was good on Administration and the 
 cleanliness of a camp, under all conditions. 
 
 What used to interest us most, however, especially 
 when he had warmed to his subject, was the restless 
 way he would gesticulate with the right hand, and 
 quickly unbutton and button up his overcoat. 
 The next trick would always be an almost con- 
 vulsive seizing of his coat cuffs to take in a temporary 
 pleat round the wrists, and then, gripping the sleeve 
 ends tight, he would plunge both hands deep down 
 into his pockets. 
 
 But he was a fine old chap ; and many a word 
 of wisdom he let drop that is not found in text- 
 books. 
 
 I always remember what he said about Padres. 
 Of course, there are Padres and Padres. Some (a 
 few) have been throughout the finest chaps I have 
 ever met in the army especially those who always 
 go with their Unit into the pandemonium of the 
 firing-line. The sort that will rush into a barrage 
 with the stretcher-bearers, and help gather up the 
 squirming, writhing, groaning, ghastly wounded. 
 But there are " other ' Padres, and it was of these 
 he spoke, something like this : 
 
 " Now, Padres are all very well at proper times, 
 and some of them are very fine fellows. But there 
 are others who never seem to be able to do the right 
 
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 thing at the right time. In fact, some have a knack 
 of always doing the wrong thing. So if you have the 
 bad luck to be saddled with the latter, keep them 
 behind when you go into action. And in any case, 
 don't allow the Padre, however good a man he may be, 
 to gather the men round him, and start them singing 
 hymns. You want your men in action to forget 
 all about Heaven and the other place, and only 
 think of killing the cursed Hun." 
 
 The lecturer who took us in scouting was a 
 vigorous Indian officer over fifty. And his favourite 
 stunt was to start off his squad of young bucks at 
 a solid five-mile an hour pace, up a hill 800 feet 
 high. Then, when the attenuated line of followers 
 finally came up and collected round, panting 
 audibly, he would give the signs of scouting, and 
 expatiate on things for which an alert scout should 
 always be on the look-out. 
 
 One sign we all remembered straight away. It 
 was O> an d means " gone home." 
 
 The second day with the Scout Master it began 
 to snow from the start, and gradually grew worse 
 and worse. The line of followers dragged out to a 
 hundred yards, then two, and finally lengthened 
 to a quarter of a mile. Still he kept going, and 
 even increased the pace. So the latter half of the 
 contingent held a Council of War. The result was 
 they cut across country to a spot where the In- 
 structor would pass later on, according to pro- 
 gramme. And there they set to work in the snow, 
 and dug several unmistakable signs resembling 
 very much inverted and greatly-magnified moon 
 craters. Then, in a bunch, they went home ! 
 
 Next day, in a lecturette before starting out, the 
 Scout Master, who was a Scot with a sense of subtle 
 humour, said : 
 
 ' I am pleased, and even delighted, to know that 
 
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 about half the class learnt at least one thing so 
 thoroughly yesterday. Their practical illustrations 
 were even better than their diagrams. But in 
 future, gentlemen, I must ask you not to go home 
 without first consulting me. After this, if I find 
 that any one is too indisposed to maintain my 
 pace (which will be slightly modified in future), I 
 shall be only too delighted to allow him to return 
 to the warmth of his fireside." 
 
 One day, the " crawlers," who always hung round 
 his elbow, ready to assent to anything he said 
 and supplement it, so as to gain notice, fell in 
 properly. 
 
 It was his habit to stop suddenly, and fire off 
 questions like this : 
 
 " I want a bicycle to send an urgent message back 
 to the Commander. Where shall I get it ? : 
 
 And you had to remember you saw a rustic and 
 rusty machine about 200 yards from the road, 
 resting against a hedge, a little way in the rear. 
 Or: 
 
 " I want to cut those telephone wires. Shall I 
 climb the pole ? ' 
 
 Of course there had been a ladder in sight some- 
 where, and you had to remember where it was. 
 
 But on this occasion we rather rapidly passed 
 an old church some distance away on our left. All 
 at once he stopped round the corner, and said : 
 
 " What time was it by the clock in that tower ? : 
 
 A quick look at wrist-watches by the crawlers. 
 
 " Seventeen minutes past nine, sir," came out 
 glibly from the leader. 
 
 " Sure ? ! 
 
 " Nine-fifteen exactly, sir," corrected another. 
 
 " Quite certain ? ' 
 Yes, sir." 
 
 " Have another look." 
 
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 Then the glib ones were rather sorry. There 
 was no trace of a clock in the four corners of the 
 tower ! 
 
 The Major who took us in revolver work was a 
 bit of a hard case. 
 
 We sat at the desks with our pistols, all more or 
 less fiddling with the mechanism. 
 
 Then he took his up, and " broke " it before the 
 class. 
 
 " You will notice, gentlemen, that although I am 
 experienced in the use of this weapon, before starting 
 to use the trigger I show you that the chamber is 
 empty. I do this, because somewhere in most 
 classes you will find there are three kinds of fools. 
 There is first of all the plain Fool. Then there is 
 
 the D- -d Fool. But worst of all is the B y 
 
 Fool. I don't suppose there are any amongst you 
 Australians, but I simply want to emphasise the 
 fact that you cannot be too careful in handling this 
 machine." 
 
 That little homily stuck. 
 
 So did similar advice in regard to bombs by 
 another instructor. I well remember, in the 
 practice trench, how gingerly I handled my first live 
 " bomb ' previous to throwing. When one gripped 
 the lever like grim death, his heart beat loud and 
 fast as he drew out the " pin," and realised what a 
 little thing, the pressure of the fingers, stood between 
 him and death. Very few count " two ' or even 
 " one " after the lever is released. (The bomb ex- 
 plodes in five seconds.) It is generally ' throw ' 
 straight away, and then duck under the parapet 
 waiting for the detonation. After throwing a few 
 bombs, however, one goes through the process of 
 pin-pulling quite calmly. And herein lies the 
 
 danger of accidents. It is generally the b y 
 
 fool who, grown careless, either kills himself or 
 
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 injures some one else whilst handling with undue 
 familiarity these spiteful missiles. 
 
 There were other interesting stunts : taking up 
 a tactical position of defence ; billeting in the 
 neighbouring village ; and taking bearings at night- 
 time with the prismatic compass. All necessary 
 work, and those who did them conscientiously found 
 them very useful later on. 
 
 All in good time the School closed. 
 
 Dick came out with 98 per cent, of marks ; I 
 managed to get 75 per cent. ; and Jim just got in 
 with 61 per cent. 
 
 Then back to our training-camp once more, to 
 await orders for the Front. 
 
 It was getting closer every time ! 
 
XV 
 
 " IN pursuance of Routine Order No. etc., etc., 
 you are to report to the Embarkation Officer at 
 Folkestone not later than 4 p.m. the 10th inst., 
 to proceed overseas to join your Unit. Railway 
 warrant will be obtainable at the Orderly Room." 
 
 The lid was being put on the coffin ! 
 
 There would be a day to spare in London, in 
 which to fix up shortages of kit. That was all. 
 
 " What is the best kind of overcoat for the 
 Front \ ' you ask of one who has been through the 
 Somme mud. 
 
 You have fondly imagined the well-known pattern 
 seen in all pictures the only possible one. 
 
 " Get a real old marine oilskin. It's the only 
 thing that won't ultimately get wet through, and 
 weigh about a ton and a half," counsels a Sub. 
 
 That seems sense, and you decide on the oilskin. 
 
 " What about trench boots ? : 
 
 " They're all right till they get thoroughly soaked 
 and sodden which is nearly every day. Don't 
 like them. Issue boots and putties for me." 
 
 Another load off your mind. 
 
 A valise, of course, has been purchased. What 
 about carrying a pack for toilet-gear ? 
 
 " Get an Officer's Kit-bag with a sling. And 
 stick to it through thick and thin. You never 
 know when you're going to see your valise again." 
 
 In time you draw up a list of absolute indis- 
 pensables. A good, warm, spare blanket is put in 
 
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 the bottom of the valise ; and after packing and re- 
 packing a dozen times with the Orderly's help, at 
 length you strap up the bulky roll. Then you dis- 
 cover you have forgotten your waterproof sheet, 
 and a spare pair of boots. It always happens. I 
 have packed and re-packed my valise many times 
 now, and never yet do I remember an occasion 
 when something has not been left out. Looking- 
 glasses and razor-strops have a nasty knack of being 
 omitted. So have tooth-paste and shaving -sticks. 
 
 A busy day in London ; and it was wonderful the 
 little things we found we had forgotten. We were 
 sorely tempted to purchase collapsible camp-stools, 
 and canvas buckets, but found them too bulky. 
 One of our very best purchases proved to be a neat 
 set of mess tins, and camp knife, spoon, and fork. 
 
 A last night in a comfortable hotel ; an early 
 breakfast ; and we boarded the Folkestone train 
 together with about 200 other officers. 
 
 Our boat waited till dusk before starting; and 
 then, together with two Hospital boats, and accom- 
 panied by three Destroyers, we made the passage 
 of the Straits. 
 
 It was pitch-dark when we arrived at the French 
 port. Lights were only allowed (much shaded) at 
 the hold, and at the baggage dump. 
 
 Thirty valises at a time were whipped aloft by 
 the donkey engine, and banged down on the wharf 
 promiscuously. Some fastidious fellows had brought 
 suit-cases instead of sling-packs, and these suffered 
 severely. 
 
 It was a case of each man for himself when the 
 netting was roughly hauled clear of the kits. After 
 much jostling and using of electric bulbs (most 
 precious of possessions on active service), we got 
 ours apart. 
 
 The hotel was a good distance away, clear of the 
 
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 long quay. There were some grimy porters about 
 with hand-carts, and with three other officers we 
 put our possessions on one of these vehicles. The 
 owner was greedy, and hoped to take some more. 
 But we wanted to get away. 
 
 The difficulty was to make him understand. All 
 modestly disclaimed any knowledge of French. 
 Now, I had attended a class on board, and we had 
 learnt many phrases and their answers. But, of 
 course, not the one I wanted at that moment. 
 Then I made a plunge. 
 
 ' Avant ! Avant ! Vite ! ' 
 
 " Oui, oui, m'sieur," the fellow said quickly as a 
 coin was passed into his hand ; and he seized the 
 shafts and moved down the quay. 
 
 My first essay of French on French soil had been 
 successful ! After that I was looked upon as 
 interpreter for the party. 
 
 Boulogne by night was gloomier than London, 
 so the best thing to do was to have a hot bath and 
 go to bed. 
 
 We made our way down to the bath department 
 in the basement, and there I tried a second lot of 
 French. 
 
 " Je voudrais un bain," I ventured to the 
 attendant. 
 
 The result was an unintelligible torrent of lan- 
 guage, querying, I presume, the hour when I wanted 
 the plunge ; if hot, cold, or lukewarm ; if I required 
 soap ; a smooth or rough towel ; if I were a resident, 
 a British subject, and by myself or with a party. 
 Anyway, I guessed it was that. But as I couldn't 
 answer it all, I merely said sharply : 
 Un bain chaude id vite ! ' 
 
 A great word that " vite " (quickly). In using it 
 I generally got something done pretty smartly, 
 though not always what I wanted. 
 
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 Bed was most acceptable after the day's doings, 
 and we anticipated a cosy night of undisturbed 
 slumber. But just as I hopped into bed, a large rat 
 ran across the floor, and merrily scuttled into the 
 wainscoting, and up into the rafters, where he and 
 his confreres carried on playful revels well into the 
 small hours. 
 
 Of course, we had to take a ' draft ' with us on 
 the train next day. They were mostly new men 
 for our own Brigade, and quite unused to travelling 
 in French troop trains. 
 
 The trucks were marked on the outside : " Chevaux 
 8; Hommes 35-40." 
 
 " Strike me pink," says one growler. " That 
 means ' horses ' and ' men.' How the blazes do 
 they expect to get thirty-five men and eight horses 
 into those blinkin' sheep trucks ? : 
 
 When it was explained that only thirty men would 
 be put in a truck, some of them grumbled because 
 there was no seating accommodation ! The Aus- 
 tralian is never content unless he is grousing about 
 something. 
 
 As they were lined up, I heard one fellow ask : 
 
 " Wot are we goin' to do now, Sergeant ? '' 
 
 The Sergeant was Irish. 
 
 " Goin' to Eat Apples, to be sure," he said. 
 
 " Good enough, Serg. Where are they ? : 
 
 " Twenty miles further on when you get out." 
 Then he chuckled and winked at another of the 
 " stripes." 
 
 Through all the slow journey, I was told, this 
 fellow gloated over the prospect of gorging cases of 
 toothsome fruit. 
 
 When, after four hours of jolting, the train 
 arrived at the base and disgorged, the men again 
 lined up on the platform. 
 
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 Where's them blinkin' cases of fruit, Sergeant ? : 
 the hungry one asked. 
 
 There," replied the Sergeant, pointing to the 
 name of the station : " Etaples ' (pronounced 
 "A-tahps"). 
 
 And those who were in the know roared at the 
 gullible one from Out-back. 
 
 After handing over our men, and reporting to the 
 R.T.O., we found we had to put in two days " gass- 
 ing," bayonet-work, latest musketry, and " liquid 
 fire " demonstration, and how to avoid it. 
 
 Then we really had our orders to move, and join 
 our Unit. The screws were going into the coffin- 
 lid! 
 
 We slowly jogged through country that was 
 quickly recognised from pictures in the illustrated 
 papers. 
 
 Trees absolutely without a branch, some with 
 one or two broken limbs, some mere stumps. 
 Villages a mass of tumbled bricks, or possibly two 
 houses standing, pierced by several shell-holes, and 
 roofless. The surrounding ground shell-holes, shell- 
 holes, shell-holes some filled with water, others 
 slimy with mud, with a putrid, greenish mixture at 
 the bottom. Legs of horses, half-decayed carcases, 
 harness, rusty wire, galvanised iron, torn, battered 
 and crumpled ; an occasional ditch, like a creek in 
 flood-time, that had once been a trench, and every 
 now and then small forests of little crosses, white 
 and clean for the most part, and well cared for. 
 
 Occasionally a stray tree that had somehow missed 
 incessant bombardment, with trunk decapitated 
 half-way, threw out a few green leaves on one limb. 
 Truly we were getting near to business ! 
 
 After a time, when the train stopped, we could 
 every now and then hear the dull, muffled " thud ' 
 H 
 
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 of the heaviest guns as they sent their messages to 
 Fritz. It was the first actual note of the war we 
 had heard. 
 
 In due course, train-weary, very tired, and very 
 thirsty, we came to the town indicated on our 
 moving orders. We had sat up all night, and were 
 ready to eat anything. 
 
 Reporting to the base close by, we were told our 
 Battalion was six miles along the road, that our 
 valises would be forwarded (some time), and that 
 we ourselves must find our own way out. There 
 was a sort of " passing " Officers' Mess in the camp, 
 conducted by the Y.M.C.A. ; and there we had a 
 real good feed of hot tinned sausages, bread, and 
 coffee. 
 
 This particular part of the country had evidently 
 got over the severe rainy season, and was, moreover, 
 fairly undulating; so that we did not at the start 
 have to wade through the proverbial mud-soup. 
 On the contrary, the roads were quite dusty, like 
 the cross-country tracks we were used to in the 
 Mallee and Riverina. The one we traversed was 
 metalled in the middle, but had many deceptive 
 dust-holes, and into these we went almost knee -deep 
 many times. 
 
 There were plenty of A.S.C. wagons returning 
 to the railhead, but not a single one was going out 
 in our direction ; so we had to foot it all the way, 
 carrying packs, overcoats, and slung valises. 
 
 Presently we saw a signboard that told us our 
 journey was at an end. We sought the Adjutant 
 of the Battalion ; reported ; and then went on to 
 the Brigadier, who insisted on seeing every new 
 officer that came into the Brigade. 
 
 Here was a man indeed ! And surely a good 
 soldier ! 
 
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 A big, well-built frame, a jovial, but determined, 
 face, a kindly twinkle in the eyes, that could easily 
 turn into flashes of lightning. 
 
 A few terse inquiries, as we introduced ourselves, 
 as to length of service, and specialist qualifications, 
 and then dismissed with the remark : 
 
 " Do whatever job you have here thoroughly, 
 and it will be all right. Swing the lead, and there 
 will be Hell to pay. Good luck." 
 
 Our Battalion was " resting " after a very credit- 
 able stunt some three weeks previously, in which 
 several decorations had been gained. Some officers 
 had been wounded, and one or two killed ; so there 
 was room for us all there. 
 
 Dick, by virtue of his previous military experience 
 and splendid report, was a First -Lieu tenant, and 
 given temporary command of " D : ' Company, during 
 the Captain's absence on leave. Jim and I were 
 each allotted a platoon in " C ' Company, which 
 was shortest in officers. 
 
 The " atmosphere " here was in marked contrast 
 to that of training-camps. Officers went out of 
 their way to make the newly -joined Sub at home, 
 and to put him up to all the points of the game. 
 And there was no slumming things. Every one 
 had to be up to concert pitch, or he soon struck 
 trouble. 
 
 The whole camp was temporarily turned into a 
 sort of a school ; and having plenty of old Boche 
 trenches and shell-holes to work on, we had all the 
 chance we wanted to practise imaginary stunts. 
 
 The Battalion Major was one of the best. 
 
 If you made a palpable mistake with your platoon 
 in attack, he did not roar at you like a bull before 
 the men ; but came up quietly, and pointed out that, 
 while your " scouts ' were no doubt enthusiastic 
 
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 and brave, yet they were inclined to be very indis- 
 creet ; and consequently, technically, were all shot 
 before they had advanced fifty yards. 
 
 Also, you did not make full use of your Lewis gun 
 section. And your bombing party seemed bent on a 
 hundred yards' sprint to the enemy, and apparently 
 forgot they had a certain number of bombs, which 
 had to be correctly thrown. 
 
 It was Jim's bad luck to have first go. 
 
 The trench to be captured lay on the top of a 
 slope, with a bit of ' dead ' ' ground between. The 
 attacking-party had an excellent place to start 
 from behind a low, wide mound. 
 
 Jim got his platoon down all right, and made them 
 crawl up to the mound, and then, at his signal, 
 they all sprang up over the top ; and, of course, 
 were easy food for machine-guns. His scouts also 
 showed no initiative, and were of little assistance. 
 And when he got to his objective, his sections were 
 rather dispersed, and did not re-organise or converge 
 for the final attack. 
 
 These little blunders were duly noted, and though 
 I did not know my men, I had a splendid Sergeant, 
 and he picked out the likeliest scouts. He kept 
 his head all through, and our plan worked out well 
 when our turn came. 
 
 Noticing what looked like the remains of an old 
 communication trench leading towards the objec- 
 tive, and starting almost from the right corner of 
 the mound, I got some of my men to sneak up 
 behind the cover, and crawl into the trench one at 
 a time. The bombers led, supported by the Lewis 
 gun. Then I got the rest to spread out to the left, 
 and the scouts took advantage of every lump of 
 cover. The riflemen had strict orders not to get 
 in advance of the machine-gun, but to keep about 
 level with them. 
 
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 The boys all entered into the spirit of the thing, 
 and no very noticeable mistake was made. And 
 at the last fifty yards, with the Lewis gun to cover 
 them, the rest of the platoon charged with fixed 
 bayonets. 
 
 When we returned to the Major, he said : 
 
 " Yes, that's all right." And nothing more. 
 
 Some praise for a Major ! 
 
 Then one day we had a Flank Guard practice 
 over a certain wood that figured much in rather 
 recent fighting. 
 
 Dick's Company formed the right flanking party 
 of the whole, and he had a difficult job through 
 difficult country. 
 
 An officer in charge of the ' feelers ' and front 
 party (a fellow who had been in action) made one 
 or two glaring mistakes. We knew nothing of it 
 at the time. But that evening, after Mess, our 
 Brigadier reviewed the day's proceedings. 
 
 This officer had to explain w r hy he failed to keep 
 in proper touch with the main body. He tried to 
 show that there were special circumstances which 
 made it extra difficult, and that in any case he kept 
 up as good communication as was necessary. 
 
 Then the Brigadier jumped on him. He was 
 merciless for ten minutes on end ; he fairly made 
 our flesh creep ; and if ever a lesson was " rubbed 
 in ' to us all, that was. He finished up by saying 
 that the redeeming feature of the whole show was 
 the splendid work done by the right flanking party. 
 Already, when there was room for it in the 
 Battalion, we could see a third star on Dick's 
 shoulders ! 
 
 These stunts were generally in the morning, 
 and in addition to them we trained our men hard 
 in bayonet-work, bombing, trench -making, and 
 wire entanglements. The afternoons were devoted 
 
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 entirely to sports, and taking the men down in turns 
 to the hot baths, a couple of miles away. 
 
 They were being splendidly fed ; and the knowing 
 ones began to smell a rat ! 
 
 We were housed in Army Service huts those 
 half-round, galvanised iron affairs that in the 
 distance look something like a lot of beheaded 
 rabbits. We were near enough to a town to buy 
 properly baked bread, and get all sorts of little 
 delicacies. This meant that the Y.M.C.A. canteen 
 was well supplied, and the men could get these 
 goods at very reasonable rates. 
 
 Also we had a real dinky little Officers' Mess, and 
 every evening had a sing-song of some sort. There 
 was something in the atmosphere that told us it 
 would not be for long, and we wanted to make the 
 most of it while it lasted. 
 
 All around, on either side of the roads, and lying 
 about in the old trenches, were tons upon tons of 
 rusty barbed wire ; equipment in all stages of dilapi- 
 dation ; rusty old rifles and bayonets, thousands 
 of rounds of half -buried ammunition, and ' dud ' 
 shells of all sizes, with empty shell -cases innumer- 
 able. Jim and I picked up two beautiful three-inch 
 cases as mementoes. They would make splendid 
 ornaments for the mantelpiece when polished up. 
 We stowed them away carefully iri valises, and 
 next Sunday went a six-mile walk to the wood that 
 had seen much sanguinary fighting. We heard there 
 was a good deal to see there. 
 
 There was. Also to smell. 
 
 The Boche here had got all he wanted from our 
 machine-guns, rifles, bombs and bayonets. One 
 little guJly was a perfect litter of Boche helmets, 
 rifles, armour, equipment, boots and clips of unused 
 cartridges. We could not stop there long. The 
 unholy smell was overpowering. But I collared a 
 
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 decent helmet, and Jim pulled out a Fritz breast- 
 plate and fittings. We stopped on the top of a hill, 
 and gave the things a clean-up. Then we started 
 back to camp. 
 
 " My Colonial," grumbled Jim, " this armour's 
 some weight. I wonder how the blighters manage 
 to carry it and all their other goods too." 
 
 We went on another mile. I did not say much, 
 but Jim was looking at his souvenir rather ruefully. 
 Then he started cleaning it again, as though to 
 make it as light as possible. It weighed anything 
 up to 18 Ibs. 
 
 " Why not wear it ? : I suggested. 
 
 " Good idea." And ere long Jim had the cumber- 
 some stuff strapped on. 
 
 We made a " short ' cut over some shell-hole 
 country. Presently Jim disappeared suddenly. 
 When I came up, there was he at the bottom of a 
 treacherous hole, glued to earth in a morass of 
 mud. 
 
 It was half-an-hour before our combined efforts 
 got him out, and he was mud from top to toe. 
 
 "Take this d d stuff off," he said, vainly 
 
 trying to wriggle free from the mud-clogged armour. 
 " The fellow who succeeds in getting one of these 
 tin suits back to Australia deserves the V.C." 
 
 I suggested a bayonet would not be a bad relic, 
 and much easier to pack. But Jim was so disgusted 
 that he scouted the idea. I showed my helmet 
 triumphantly to my comrades. They did not 
 enthuse. 
 
 " Bet you ten to one you will chuck the thing 
 away when we move up," said one. 
 
 He proved quite right. You quickly discard all 
 bulky souvenirs when the real business begins. 
 Later on, I procured a water-bottle, and that I 
 managed to stow successfully. 
 
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 One morning there was a little mild excitement 
 in the camp. Two Boche planes appeared over- 
 head about 18,000 feet up; and Lewis guns and 
 anti-aircraft began popping at them in all directions. 
 They looked just like two small flies c balancing ' 
 in the air, and did not seem in any hurry. Then 
 our " Archies ' began to throw puffs of smoke 
 uncomfortably near, and both went back to their 
 lines. 
 
 A couple of days later they dropped bombs, and 
 got several ammunition wagons. 
 
 One week we had a big gathering of most of our 
 Division at the football grounds about two miles 
 out of camp. All sorts of events, from high- jump 
 to obstacle-race, were held, and the interest between 
 different units was very keen. The best item of 
 the lot was the tug-of-war, which our Brigade 
 managed to pull off, much to the delight of our 
 Brigadier. 
 
 On the grand-stand whom should I sit beside but 
 the " Little Lieutenant ' -now a Major. He was 
 as cordial as ever, and delighted that we both had 
 our stars up. He was in the Gallipoli campaign, 
 and as his Brigade had suffered severely at times, 
 his promotion had been fairly rapid. After much 
 military talk, he gave us a wink and said : 
 
 " If I were you fellows, I would learn all I pos- 
 sibly could in the next fortnight about night attack 
 and bombing-raids, and platoon in attack also. 
 You never can know too much, and you never know 
 the moment it will be wanted ! : 
 
 After that, instead of fooling away evenings and 
 getting through them somehow, we three got the 
 Brigade Major to take us as a class after mess when 
 he possibly could, In less than a week this had 
 
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 developed into Officers' lectures by him, in the 
 evenings. He was some lecturer, clear and con- 
 cise ; and much that he said proved most useful 
 later on. 
 
 Some days, after the first lot of sports, an elaborate 
 programme of the same nature was handed to each 
 Company Commander, with a special note to see 
 that every man eligible should be induced to 
 compete. 
 
 This was on a Friday. The following Tuesday 
 was to be the start of events, which were to be 
 spread over several days. The detail of the pro- 
 gramme was wonderful. The time-table was a 
 masterpiece, and worthy of the L. & N. W. R. 
 Everything was mapped out to go off like clockwork. 
 
 That evening, on going to bed, we saw smiles 
 lurking on the lips of Captains as they perused these 
 documents. 
 
 Next day a certain amount of canvassing was 
 done with good results. 
 
 Sunday there was a parade of the whole Brigade 
 in drill order. Officers were specially told to see 
 their men were spotlessly spick-and-span. The 
 General himself went carefully round the whole 
 parade, and personally inspected every man. That 
 day all the men had good, rich plum-pudding for 
 dinner. In addition, the officers had nuts and 
 raisins, and free drinks of all kinds. 
 
 On Monday there were no parades, but officers 
 were directed to put in all their time getting the 
 names of competitors for the sports, and classifying 
 them as far as possible. In the afternoon another 
 bathing parade was held. 
 
 At night, in the large Y.M.C.A. hut, was the best 
 divisional concert I have ever heard, given by a 
 professional party of " B " and " C " class men. In 
 
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 the middle of it the Major was called out. When it 
 was over, and the gay, laughing throng of men went 
 out into the keen night air in the happiest of care- 
 free moods, a clear, peremptory order was handed 
 to O.C.'s of Companies. 
 
XVI 
 
 BUT before looking at that order, there is just 
 another thing worth noting which is most notice- 
 able whenever a move of some moment is about to 
 come off. 
 
 On the Saturday and Sunday the letters to be 
 censored began to pour in. Nothing definite had 
 been issued in the shape of orders. The idea that 
 something was to happen must have emanated from 
 the older hands in the line, who observed some extra 
 movement in the Quartermaster's department, or 
 drew conclusions from the special care exerted by 
 the Sergeants responsible for the inspection of gas- 
 respirators and helmets. 
 
 And every one of these letters has to be censored. 
 
 So Sunday is turned into a hard day's work, and 
 all Subs are kept at it steadily. 
 
 The tone of the letters differs much from those 
 written on board ship, or even in England. Most 
 of them get very much on the sentimental side. 
 Some fellows write to about twenty different girls ; 
 and one is sometimes tempted accidentally to put 
 the wrong letter in the wrong envelope. In some 
 cases this would cause considerable fireworks. 
 
 But there is an extra tremor, so to speak, in the 
 fellow writing who is in earnest about his girl 
 thousands of miles away. A husband puts a more 
 tender and longing sentiment in what might be his 
 last message to his wife and kiddies. Old chums 
 write to ' : pals ' ' in Blighty, and hope they may get 
 
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 one too, so that they can soon be together again. 
 Some are very strong in sending portraits all round. 
 But one letter stands out alone. When I started 
 to read, I was almost returning it to its envelope 
 without further perusal. It was touching so 
 directly and insistently on intimate things, and the 
 great question of life. But somehow I could not 
 put it down. It read thus : 
 
 ' DEAREST ONE, 
 
 " The time has come when I must ask you 
 a question concerning something which has caused 
 me so many sleepless nights and days of anxiety. 
 It is a subject on which I have hesitated to speak. 
 I have known many lives made completely miserable 
 by treating it all too lightly. 
 
 Well, it may surprise you, and even be most 
 unexpected. I do it because I have known of your 
 affection for me, and so I beg you will think most 
 seriously about it. Answer it truthfully, as it may 
 mean our happiness in the future. 
 
 ' Do not hurry over it. Ponder it deeply, as 
 the question only comes perhaps once. Do not 
 speak to any one about it not even your parents. 
 It is too sacred for that. Decide for yourself alone. 
 
 ' And now, darling, without beating about the 
 bush any more, answer me clearly and deliberately, 
 and truthfully : 
 
 " When will this War be over ? " 
 
 But to get back to Company Commanders' orders 
 on that Monday night. They were : 
 
 " Reveille at 4.30 a.m. 
 
 ' Breakfast, 5.15 a.m. 
 
 ' All Units will parade in full marching order at 
 7 a.m., with full complement of ammunition. 
 
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 " Officers will see that each man's gas-helmet and 
 respirator are perfect. 
 
 " March out of camp at 7.30 a.m." 
 
 The firing-line in dead earnest ! And a pretty 
 warm one at that, no doubt. 
 
 There was little sleep that night. 
 
 Those who had been there before were grim and 
 snappy. The novices bubbled with excitement. 
 Reminiscences of previous stunts filled the air. 
 Ghastly jokes were cracked ; and those who had not 
 been into action soon learnt approximately what 
 " whiz-bangs," " Jack Johnsons," " Coal-scuttles," 
 " Flying-pigs ' and " Pineapples ' sounded like, 
 to say nothing of 5'9's and 9'2's. Some of their 
 playful little habits were described with marvellous 
 lucidity, and we hoped we would not experience 
 them at too close quarters. Machine-guns were, of 
 course, decent warfare ; but we were cautioned to 
 look out for them at nasty exposed corners, and 
 never forget that snipers were always liable to pot 
 one when he least expected it. 
 
 On and on went the talk, with an occasional lull, 
 when some one recalled how ' poor old So-and-so 
 got his head blown off," or some one else was other- 
 wise mangled or shattered. 
 
 Kits were carefully overhauled, revolvers oiled, 
 ammunition wiped and stowed, belts adjusted, tin 
 hats made more comfortable, boots cleaned (some- 
 how there is infinite satisfaction under conditions 
 of stress in cleaning one's boots), equipment and 
 packs refitted, and advice of all sorts freely given. 
 The most popularly expressed wish was to get a 
 "Blighty' sufficient to send one back to England. 
 There was no boasting, no hankering after vain- 
 glory. All knew that whatever else the Boche 
 
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 might be, he was excellent at artillery and machine- 
 gun fire. 
 
 In spite of all this hustle and turmoil, some of us 
 got a bit of sleep. We knew it would be the last for 
 some days, any way. 
 
 Some of the batmen, indeed, had considerable 
 difficulty in arousing their chiefs, who wanted to 
 
 know " what the are you waking rne in the 
 
 middle of the night for ? : 
 
 But they waited patiently till their bosses sat up, 
 rubbing bleary eyes and rummaging tousled hair ; 
 and then, being good batmen, they knew their lords 
 were safe to leave. 
 
 By this time the more nervy ones are lacing up 
 boots, or getting a hurried shave. For the next 
 ten minutes this sort of thing goes on : 
 
 " Where's my shaving-brush ? ; 
 
 " Half a mo', digger. Couldn't find mine, so I 
 borrowed yours.' 3 
 
 " Like your blinking cheek. Lend us a looking- 
 glass, then. God knows where mine is." 
 
 " Right-ho. Don't lose it, though. It's the only 
 one I've got." 
 
 The Officer addressed is scraping a lathered chin 
 in front of a piece of mirror about the size of a small, 
 three-cornered tart. 
 
 "D !' comes from another corner. "Who 
 
 can lend us a boot-lace ? : 
 
 Note well the lend. 
 
 Some one already addressed, and anxious to please, 
 dives into his kit. ' Here you are," and throws 
 his distressed brother his last lace. 
 
 " Has the Q.M. got any pistol ammunition ? : 
 asks another, who has burnished and oiled his 
 weapon into perfect nick; but, like the Foolish 
 Virgins, has forgotten the essential. 
 
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 " I can spare thirty rounds," responds one who 
 has been in previous stunts, and has learnt the 
 wisdom of keeping an emergency supply. 
 
 " Any one swop a tin hat ? Mine's too large." 
 
 " And mine's a bit small." 
 
 A satisfactory exchange is effected. 
 
 " Give us a hand in fixing on my pack, Tom," 
 cries another. 
 
 And so the mutual and hurried exchange of help 
 and goods goes on ; the process of adjusting packs 
 resembling nothing so much as " Tweedledum and 
 Tweedledee " preparing for their famous battle. 
 
 The old hands are at the Mess early. A good 
 breakfast is a great start. The * fussers ' come 
 in late, and suffer in consequence. Ere they have 
 swallowed two mouthfuls, the " fall in " sounds. 
 
 Over -night the weather had broken completely. 
 A quagmire instead of a parade ground was the 
 result. Units " waddled ' into position, and many 
 men slipped down into the sticky mud with muffled 
 exclamations. 
 
 Sections were checked ; equipment examined ; and 
 still it rained steadily. 
 
 A ten minutes' wait. Then : 
 ' Advance in Column of Route from the right, 
 "A' Company leading." 
 
 We were in for it now and no mistake ! 
 
 A silent six-mile march along a road alternating 
 rivulets of water and lakelets of soupy mud, brought 
 us to the waiting trucks. In a remarkably short 
 time the men were entrained, and for some hours 
 the train, stopping and starting many times, 
 bumped along through shell-hole country. It came 
 to a standstill opposite an earth platform several 
 inches deep in slimy mud, and the men then got out. 
 The station itself was long since a hopeless heap 
 
128 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 of ruins, with only foundations to mark where once 
 stood a commodious building. 
 
 On through the tortuous streets of the town we 
 marched, every other house completely shattered, 
 and those that managed to stand pierced by large 
 or small shell-holes. Some of these openings were 
 used as doorways by troops billeted in the building, 
 and others served as the front part of a counter to 
 an improvised estaminet, or pro vision -store. 
 
 The streets were paved with large cobble-stones 
 characteristic of Northern France and Flanders ; 
 and sometimes the space between the rounded, 
 slippery blocks was larger than the width of the 
 blocks themselves. Once clear of the crowded part 
 of the town, the cobbled pavement occupied the 
 centre of the road, wide enough for only one 
 vehicle. On either side the heavy traffic had worn 
 the metalled portion (or what was metal before the 
 war) several inches below the main centre surface. 
 In these, ruts of varying depth had developed, and, 
 after any rain, formed a series of liquid mud-holes. 
 
 By this time all boots, except those of the very 
 best : Trench ' pattern, were soaked and sodden ; 
 and men who had been too lazy to throw water- 
 proofs over their shoulders were wet through. And 
 yet * dry ' and droll jokes passed freely from lip 
 to lip what time the water trickled off tin hats on 
 to weary shoulders, and down into boots. 
 
 We came to a sunken road, fringed by an avenue of 
 trees, more or less torn and shattered. 
 
 Here a guide met us who was to show us into our 
 " billets." The name sounded well ! At any rate 
 we looked forward to a night in an old farm quad- 
 rangle building or anyway a large barn, or barn 
 of sorts. 
 
 Not on your life ! Another sunken road ; and 
 here we halted. 
 
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 On one side shallow caves had been dug into the 
 slope, and roofs of galvanised iron and a thin layer 
 of earth thrown on top. These were ' Officers' 
 quarters." The men's billets consisted of old 
 trenches with similar covering, and water on the 
 bottom varying from six inches to over a foot. 
 
 But our " cookers ' had arrived, and a hot meal 
 
 was all ready to be served. The N.C.O.'s were got 
 
 quickly to work ; arid before the men had time to 
 
 get dejected, the hot food and drink were served 
 
 out. Then, amidst much banter, the men were 
 
 ' fitted ' into their dug-out trenches, and told to 
 
 ' improve ' them as much as possible before 
 
 nightfall. 
 
 Three officers from a Unit that was to move up 
 that evening invited us to their Robinson Crusoe 
 cave ; and there we had the jolliest of meals. By 
 a bit of luck, a couple of tents were found later, 
 and we had quite a comfortable shelter for the 
 night. 
 
 The rain stopped just at dusk ; and then, as we 
 were only five miles from the front, we saw and 
 heard the first of the usual evening " Concert." 
 Within five minutes the " pom-pom-pom ' of the 
 18-pounder started; flares went up like Roman 
 candles at a gigantic pyrotechnic display ; the 60- 
 pounders chimed in in salvoes of four, five and six ; 
 and then, above them all, came the deep -throated 
 " boom-boom " of 9*2 and 12-inch howitzers. 
 
 Then a 6-inch battery of our own, 300 yards to 
 the right, crashed and banged, and was soon fol- 
 lowed by many others, 500 and up to 2000 yards 
 distant. And in a few minutes all the air rever- 
 berated and palpitated with* such a constant, mad, 
 crashing, ear-splitting, overpowering uproar that 
 one wondered how the war could last more than a 
 week. We had yet to see how little damage as 
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130 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 much as 3000 shells lobbed over a small front with 
 tolerable marksmanship could do. 
 
 This kept up solidly and with persistent monotony, 
 for three hours on end. Occasionally there would 
 be an extra loud roar and rumble, with skies lit 
 up for many miles around, as some well -aimed or 
 lucky shot got an ammunition dump. Then, at 
 last, things quietened down a bit, and we retired. 
 Yes ; and we slept slept till the sun rose next 
 morning ! 
 
 During the following day all equipment was again 
 examined. The men were then allowed to rest. 
 Directly tea was finished, came the command, 
 " Stand to." Shortly afterwards the order to march. 
 
 This time we went up in " artillery formation ' 
 -that is, in sections of about thirty men in file, and 
 with at least a hundred paces interval. We were in 
 the battle zone, and liable at any moment to come 
 under shell -fire. 
 
 This time our road diverged into a cross-country 
 corduroy track. It had suffered much heavy 
 traffic ; for on its long-suffering surface passed those 
 endless streams of mule -teams and wagons that 
 carried enormous and incredible quantities of am- 
 munition to the ever-hungry, ever-tireless batteries. 
 The way led over marshy ground ; and could not be 
 raised much above the original elevation. And the 
 layer of soupy mud was continuous and often 
 deceptive in depth. Worse still, sometimes a plank 
 was missing, with the gaping space hidden by placid 
 mud. Then one would plunge up to the knees in 
 filth ; and run the risk of a broken ankle into the 
 bargain. And now the perpetual growlers wanted 
 the cobble-stones again. That is always the way in 
 the soldier's life. He is never content with his 
 present lot ; and when a change comes, ' the last 
 state is worse than the first.' 
 
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 We fully expected to come under more or less 
 heavy shell -fire before reaching our " half-way : 
 dug-outs. But the only thing we encountered was 
 a squadron of Fritz-planes, almost out of sight, that 
 dropped many bombs all round on camps and what 
 he hoped were dumps. 
 
 When at last we came to our allotted spot, we found 
 that while we were to go into dug-outs about 20 feet 
 below the surface, to get to them we had to w r ade 
 and slide over quagmires and mounds of the worst 
 of mud, and then make a precarious descent into 
 the surface trench. But somehow it was managed ; 
 and just as the men were settled, and some curious 
 ones came up to look around, three 9-inch shells 
 fell fairly close ; and shook the ground as though 
 mines had been exploded close by. 
 
 After that all kept below ; and a few more Fritz 
 shells landed closer still. But the dug-out was 
 timbered and galleried just like a mine, with " ship's 
 bunks ' on one side, and though the water was 
 several inches deep on the ground in places, the men 
 were quite comfortable. Sometimes, how r ever, one 
 wondered whether one of those 9-inch brutes would 
 not shake the timbering down. 
 
 Immediately after breakfast Jim and I got some- 
 thing like the following " chits." 
 
 ' A party of 48 men from ' A' and 'B' Companies 
 will report to the R.E. dump at 8. 30 a.m., to carry 
 duck-boards to the forward dump beyond- -Ridge. 
 Lieut. to be in charge." 
 
 We went up to have a look around. 
 
 Fritz had been landing occasional six- and nine- 
 inch stuff very close since daybreak. 
 
 It was raining, and a keen wind blowing as usual. 
 That seems to be a chronic state once it starts, in 
 the war-zone : more especially when anything is to 
 be done. 
 
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 My party had to start out first ; and were ready on 
 time, with the Sergeant and two Corporals to assist. 
 At the R.E. dump, of course, there was the usual 
 block of men, animals, and wagons. Most " fatigues ' 
 were anxious to get away early ; because Fritz had 
 a playful little habit, so we were told, of catching 
 various " details " just at the top of the second rise 
 in the corduroy road, about half-way through the 
 morning ; and as it was not long since he had been 
 pushed out of those parts himself, he knew the range 
 and often did very pretty shooting, with sometimes 
 ghastly results. 
 
 By dint of much careful balancing, my men 
 managed to squeeze in between a line of mule -wagons 
 and a freshly dumped lot of barbed wire. Then 
 each was handed a duck-board; and, slipping and 
 sliding until he had the correct balance, passed along 
 to the main track. 
 
 It happened that when we were all loaded up and 
 started, things had grown rather " peaceful." Only 
 an occasional shell fell on the first ridge in front, 
 carefully and methodically " placed " in an endeavour 
 to get known headquarters ; and also to remind 
 working parties that at any moment the morning 
 hate might start in deadly earnest. Then, by way 
 of variation, a 5- 9 would come whistling and sailing 
 overhead, or to one side, and explode with a shatter- 
 ing crash that made one duck. You look up to see 
 where the hole is. It was surely pretty close ? But 
 you are surprised to find it has lobbed nearly three 
 hundred yards away ! 
 
 The first sensation of being under shell -fire, 
 provided it is not too heavy or sudden, is a feeling 
 more of curiosity than anything else. 
 
 " Oh, is that the way they explode ? : ' you say to 
 yourself. " Very much like the pictures. Only, 
 the pictures don't show the noise." 
 
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 It is generally 5'9's up to ten o'clock; and one 
 begins to feel that there is nothing very awful 
 about a bombardment after all, as he sees first one 
 ridge and then another touched up in succession ; 
 or a well-known track spotted to right and left. 
 Yes ; everything's all right. It isn't such a bad 
 war, after all. Those newspaper chaps will overdo 
 things so. 
 
 All of a sudden comes a " whiz-z-z-Z-Z crash ! ; 
 Every one has ducked. That missile seems to have 
 passed but a few feet above. Yet 200 yards behind, 
 just as the shell seems overhead, the earth is thrown 
 up 50 feet into the air in an inverted cone of debris. 
 Bits of mud, and one or two pieces of metal fall 
 within a few feet of the party. One feels a peculiar 
 sensation down the back. Thank God it was 
 only- 
 
 " WHIZ-Z-Z-Z-Z C-A-R-ASH ! ' My hat ! That 
 was close ! But it is quite 150 yards half -right. 
 Then an express train seems rushing and roaring 
 through a station at sixty miles an hour. 
 
 " C-R-A-S-H ! ' It is only 100 yards away, and 
 the concussion almost throws the men off the board 
 track. 
 
 ' Down, every one ! ' They need no second 
 command. 
 
 " SH-SH-S-H S-H C-R-A-S-H ! " Tin hats are 
 turned instinctively towards the report. It is just 
 as well. Only 75 yards to the front ; and two bits 
 of shell " ping ' viciously against protecting head- 
 gear. Another CRASH; but the warning rush as 
 of steam is a little further away this time. Quite 
 close enough, though ! One man gets a bad bruise 
 on the arm ; but it is only a stone, spent in its 
 parabolic flight. Two more crashes a little further 
 off ; and one breathes freely again. 
 
 After that the party continues at a Chinese trot. 
 
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 The hate is not on time. Fritz is not playing fair. 
 He is quite half-an-hour early. 
 
 At the top of the last ridge, one gets a salvo of 
 " whiz-bangs ' those smaller, vicious, unexpected 
 and unheralded high-explosive shells that often fall 
 anywhere, in the most erratic manner. Yes : Fritz 
 is very cunning. He wants you to think that his 
 shelling is going to be on the usual methodical scale ; 
 and you lay low where the shells are due. All at 
 once, you find your party " sniped ' by those 
 whizzing little devils ; just like being hit in the dark. 
 You can't tell where they come from. They simply 
 " PLUNG : close by, and shake your very lungs 
 with the concussion. 
 
 It seemed incredible that all the party should 
 reach " Bloody Corner ' unharmed ; but they did. 
 I had instructed the lads to drop their loads, and 
 then go back independently as quick as they could. 
 
 But I had to get a receipt for those same 48 boards. 
 
 They had been personally and carefully checked 
 before starting. I had had no casualties. There- 
 fore I asked for a proper receipt, as soon as possible. 
 
 " Two short," said the officer in charge. 
 
 " Two short be blamed ! " I retorted. ' I counted 
 them myself before starting; and they are all 
 dumped." 
 
 " All right ; count yourself." 
 
 There were two short ! 
 
 Now, it can easily be understood that all the 
 movements of a string of 48 men at about five paces 
 interval (a line 240 yards long), going up an undulat- 
 ing, slippery, winding track, with most men under 
 shell-fire for the first time, cannot be watched all 
 the way. And two blighters had evidently, unob- 
 served, thrown away their boards somewhere down 
 the track ; and so I was short. 
 
 Then the Sergeant remembered having seen two 
 
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 discarded boards a little way down the road, stuck 
 in the mud. True, they were broken, but that was 
 a mere detail. 
 
 " Oh, it's all right, Two fellows got hit by 
 splinters a little way back. You will find the 
 boards are in the mud." 
 
 Just at that moment, while the fellow was hesitat- 
 ing, a whiz-bang burst twenty-five yards away. 
 
 " Oh, all right. Come to my dug-out, and I'll 
 give you a receipt." And I got it in full. 
 
 On the return journey I met Jim. The shelling 
 had grown heavier quite suddenly. He had just had 
 one man killed and three wounded. 
 
 When I got back the Sergeant reported " All 
 correct." 
 
XVII 
 
 WE had to move up next day into the trenches 
 supporting the front line. 
 
 The previous afternoon I had to go forward, 
 and look at those beautiful holes and ditches with 
 the officer in charge of the Unit we were to relieve. 
 
 Finding there was another track up, I decided to 
 take it. Instead of going straight on, this road 
 turned to the left, and then duck-boards led on past 
 the first to the second ridge in comparative safety. 
 
 But a long mule train had evidently been surprised 
 some few days before whilst going along there. 
 Fritz's planes .must have been lucky in their observa- 
 tion ; and the artillery had made the most of their 
 " tip." On either side, for some 200 yards, were 
 carcases of mules, lying in all sorts of positions ; 
 some showing only hoofs above the mud. Packs 
 and harness were mixed up together ; wagons stuck 
 in the slime, with wheels and axles broken ; motor- 
 lorries taking their last plunge downwards ; guns, 
 ammunition-boxes, and ammunition, all littered 
 about in an unholy mess. The whole column must 
 have got it suddenly ; and once a few animals were 
 knocked out and carts stuck or broken down, move- 
 ment forwards or backwards was rendered impossible, 
 and the whole lot had got wiped out. 
 
 When my path turned into the main track at 
 the second ridge, what might easily have been a 
 repetition of this was happening again. And to cap 
 all, the air was clear at the time ; and there were 
 
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Three Anzacs in the War 137 
 
 two Fritz balloons far over on the right. But 
 evidently they were dopey that day. 
 
 A light howitzer had slipped ; and one wheel 
 was off the track and buried in the mud. Behind 
 were a dozen and more other howitzers, ammunition 
 carts, and pack-mules loaded with shells, stretching 
 over 300 yards to the rear. And instead of pushing 
 the offender howitzer over altogether, and allowing 
 the other valuable traffic to pass, a silly ass of an 
 officer had eight men trying to get the wheel on to 
 the solid boards again. In five minutes Fritz could 
 have plugged the whole lot of them. Why he didn't, 
 beats me yet. I did not wait to see ; but, on looking 
 back, when I was half a mile further on, the whole 
 show was still held up. 
 
 I had a Corporal with me, who had been up that 
 way a week or two before ; and it was just as well. 
 The explanatory map I had showed the duck- 
 board tracks oh so beautifully ! But it did not 
 indicate the latest newly- made detours. Neither 
 did it trace where heavy shell -fire had quite recently 
 blown to pieces boards and paths that were intact 
 when the map was made. It was quite easy to 
 get half a mile off the trail by taking a false turn ; 
 and apart from the weary job of lifting earth-clogged 
 boots over slippery slopes and rises unnecessarily, 
 the persistent lobbing of 5'9's made it extremely de- 
 sirable to reach our destination as early as possible. 
 
 The dug-outs in the trenches were well camou- 
 flaged ; and when we managed to locate them it 
 was already getting dusk. 
 
 At Headquarters a large grave six feet wide 
 by four feet deep, and about twenty feet long the 
 Captain welcomed me ; and the Corporal went on 
 to locate where our men could best be quartered. 
 
 I learnt the rather reassuring news that, although 
 at times the strafe was pretty heavy, the Company 
 
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 in possession had only lost one man. The weather 
 had been bad ; and so there had been no counter- 
 attacks ; presumably on account of the very heavy 
 " going ' across country. 
 
 Promising to be into the line by ten next morning, 
 we parted company ; and I and my Corporal began 
 to make our way back. 
 
 And then I felt most forcibly the wisdom of the 
 Scout Master's advice at the O.T.S. He emphasised 
 the necessity of always looking back frequently when 
 reconnoitring. You have got to learn the aspect 
 of a position both going and coming. The difference 
 between the two is often incredible. Also, it may 
 be comparatively easy to explore country under 
 peace conditions, when out for a pleasant little 
 saunter; where fields are thick with springy grass, 
 roads are hard and well made, paths well defined, 
 and there is nothing unusual to take one's mind off 
 the job. But going across slimy, boggy, shell - 
 shattered country under shell -fire is another pro- 
 position. Also, it was getting darker, the rain began 
 to come down in torrents, the wind forced the wet 
 through every possible crevice, and whiz-bangs 
 began to " plung " in a vicious manner quite close. 
 
 We struck, after some heavy plodding over holes 
 and ditches, what we thought was the former track 
 leading on to the plank road. But it seemed to 
 dip on the right too much, and somehow the direction 
 did not look the same. A little further on we came 
 upon some dead mules scattered all over the place, 
 and several dead men. Certainly we had not passed 
 these before. 
 
 " We must bear over to the left, Corporal," I 
 said. : This track leads away to the front line." 
 
 He agreed : more particularly as the shelling was 
 getting extremely warm in the direction we were 
 going. Presently we saw before us a series of long, 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 139 
 
 wide, deep ditches filled with water. There was no 
 path of any kind across them ; and it was out of the 
 question to attempt to wade through. So we had 
 to turn back to the left, and make a big detour on 
 the chance of getting the correct bearings. When at 
 last we got on to some slippery duck-boards, it was 
 hard to see more than a few yards ahead. Then we 
 landed on the looked-for plank road or rather a 
 soup-mud river with planks lying on the bottom. 
 
 Here we met some men driving a few mules, and 
 got a better idea of our direction. Hardly had we 
 left them, when " C-R-A-S-H ' 200 yards ahead, 
 right on what appeared to be the track. Another 
 " CRASH ' 150 yards away. " CRASH : CRASH : 
 CRASH." It nearly stunned us ! Right on the 
 road, too ! The next shell, which would probably 
 be after about fifteen seconds, would surely get us. 
 A flare had just gone up, and I looked around. 
 There to the left appeared to be a deserted Pill -Box, 
 all covered by fallen timber. Anyway, it was shelter 
 of some sort. 
 
 " Scoot for your life, Corp," I shouted, making 
 towards the shelter. We had hardly gone fifty yards 
 when a 5-9 lobbed right on the spot where we left 
 the road ! 
 
 By the light of the explosion, and the flares which 
 now were continuous, we reached the concrete fort. 
 At first glance it seemed as though it had been 
 shattered. But going round, we found most of it 
 was almost intact, and on descending the steps we 
 dived into a dressing -station ! 
 
 It was rather a big place, and was nearly filled 
 by the M.O. and staff; and three stretcher-parties 
 who, like ourselves, had sought shelter. 
 
 After about an hour, the strafe lightened up a bit ; 
 and without further mishap we got back to the half- 
 way line. 
 
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 Fritz's information always seems to be good. 
 
 In the morning we had fresh orders : namely, to 
 move up to the line position an hour earlier than 
 indicated the evening before. 
 
 As usual, we went in small parties in single file, 
 with a good interval ; and until the second ridge was 
 reached had a quiet time. 
 
 Then we got it, good and plenty. Either we were 
 observed, or the Boche got to know of our move. 
 Whew-w-w BANG. WHEW-w-oo-oo BANG. 
 WHEW-w-w-w BANG. Too close to be pleasant ! 
 Every four seconds those weird, ghostly whistles, 
 followed by a nerve -trying detonation. And then 
 one so close that all would duck right down, incline 
 his tin hat, and, after the crash, feel if his head was 
 on straight. One shell literally roared in our very 
 ears. Down we dropped to a man, and waited for 
 " blighties." Thud ! It landed just twenty yards 
 beyond the track, and fortunately was a ' dud." 
 Our luck was certainly in that time. 
 
 We came to a dip in the ground, and were hidden 
 from view for a stretch. When we emerged a quarter 
 of a mile further on, Fritz's attention was centred 
 on a mule train just lining the ridge behind. And 
 the marvel is, he only got five mules and one man ! 
 
 Our destination was now in sight. The last 
 lap was as hazardous as any other part. We had 
 told the Captain that, when we came into view, he 
 might move his men out so that ours could get into 
 dug-outs without " bunching ' or jostling; and so 
 avoid making good targets for the enemy. 
 
 Already we could see him and his men on the 
 move ; and as we passed with a ' Cheerio ! ' a 5* 9 
 crashed a hundred yards beyond. One of Fritz's 
 kittenish little ironies ! 
 
 Some of the shelters had suffered a good deal from 
 the heavy rain since I saw them, and were unin- 
 
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 habitable ; but as our Company was not so strong 
 as the one we had relieved, we got the men fixed up 
 pretty well. 
 
 Our own " grave ' had only a canvas covering, 
 with loose twigs to hide it ; so we started a party 
 straight away filling sandbags and placing them on 
 top. The timber supports were good, and by even- 
 ing the place was somewhat proof against shrapnel. 
 
 Then, when ration parties had gone and returned, 
 we waited for the Evening Hymn. 
 
XVIII 
 
 THE best way to avoid getting jumpy under shell - 
 fire of any sort is to go about things in as matter-of- 
 fact a manner as possible. In addition to steadying 
 one's own nerves, it has a reassuring effect on all 
 with whom you come in contact. 
 
 Our O.C. was a calm customer, and had been in 
 the scrap from the start. Hence, before going up 
 to our position, he had suggested forming a little 
 Company's Mess for the time we should be in the 
 line. He had two good batmen who were old hands 
 at the game, and knew the best necessaries to get. 
 These included a Primus stove, condensed milk, 
 cocoa, jam, butter, cheese, pressed tongue, good 
 biscuits, and plenty of bacon. 
 
 As it was advisable not to have all Officers under 
 one roof, in case of an unlucky shot, Jim was quar- 
 tered in a vacated timber and sandbag shelter 
 some twenty yards away; but he came along for 
 meals, and orders. 
 
 The descent into our sanctum was by means of 
 precarious, well-worn, slippery steps ; and the 
 opening, to minimise the chance of aerial observation, 
 was the smallest possible. To gain admittance 
 successfully, one first of all had to stoop on reaching 
 the second step from the top, then turn round, and 
 continue the descent on knees and hands. In most 
 cases, on account of the persistent rain, the latter 
 part of the proceeding developed into a slippery 
 
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 slide. Washing being out of the question, one had 
 to wipe as much mud as possible off the hands before 
 starting to do anything. 
 
 The Primus stove had been lit, and was giving out 
 heat in a loud purr, making the bacon in the frying- 
 pan sizzle merrily as it sent forth a delicious and 
 appetising odour. The candles were lit, and there 
 was a murmur of conversation going round while 
 the meal was preparing. Every now and then the 
 1 buzzer ' ' in the corner would voice a blow-fly call 
 from Headquarters, to be answered by the signaller 
 with listening-pieces tied close over the ears. 
 
 Whiz-bangs had begun to ' plung-plung ' close 
 by, to be answered by the ' Bang -bang -5ew<7 ' of 
 our own 18-pounders. Then the Crash of 5'9's 
 joined in here and there, beginning to fall far over 
 to our left and each successive one getting closer. 
 The Orderly had just returned and reached out for 
 a dish on which to serve our supper, when a 
 " C-R-A-S-H ' shook the dug-out like an earth- 
 quake ; lights were knocked out, the stove fell 
 clattering to the ground ; and what appeared to be 
 a large piece of falling timber plunged down through 
 the opening. It seemed as though the dug-out had 
 been wrecked. 
 
 There goes our blinking supper," said the 
 Orderly. 
 
 " D- - that hot fat ! " came from the prone figure 
 on the floor ; " it's got down my neck, and on to my 
 best tunic ! ' 
 
 " Strike a light, some one," from the O.C. " Better 
 put on some more bacon, Orderly." 
 
 When the candles were lit, there was Jim sprawl- 
 ing at full length on the floor, and rubbing a neck 
 smarting from contact with sizzling oil ; and looking 
 very rueful and ill-used. 
 
 " That blighted shell landed just behind me. 
 
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 Sorry for my unceremonious entry, Captain. It's 
 a rotten, dirty war." 
 
 As he finished, another crash a few yards further 
 on blew the lights out again. 
 
 " Just as well we brought plenty of matches," 
 remarked the dry old Orderly, re -lighting the 
 candles. Then he proceeded to cook more bacon ; 
 and in a quarter of an hour we were treating the 
 whole matter as a huge joke at Jim's expense. 
 
 Next morning six yards from the dug-out we 
 found a hole ten feet wide by about six feet deep. 
 
 We divided the night watch into three. I took 
 the first ; the Captain the second ; and Jim the 
 third. And so, when Jim, after the meal was over, 
 said good-night, and went to his lair, and the 
 Captain settled himself for a hoped-for four-hours' 
 sleep, I went outside in the biting wind, and in the 
 dark tried to pick a treacherous, slippery track in 
 search of dug-outs and posts. 
 
 This is no easy matter if you haven't been used 
 to it. 
 
 In the daytime I had marked down the tallest 
 tree -stump as a guide to our farthest post ; but 
 now it was so dark you could pick up nothing that 
 was over twelve yards away. And that tree was 
 close on fifty. You might get the direction correctly 
 with a prismatic compass, but we hadn't one in 
 the Company. One goes forward a few steps 
 towards a point he is sure is correct ; and then 
 suddenly comes on two adjacent yawning shell- 
 holes impossible to cross in the dark. So you 
 move around it ; and then bearings are all altered. 
 Another couple of such shell-holes, and one may 
 be twenty yards out in his position. The Boche 
 artillery happened to be quiet at the moment, so 
 I had no chance of a revealing flash. To use an 
 electric bulb was, of course, out of the question. I 
 
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 waited, undecided what to do. Presently there was 
 the overhead whistle of a 5- 9, which burst well to 
 the rear. By its light, some thirty yards away, 
 I thought I saw the sentry. Slowly, and with 
 several narrow escapes from being engulfed in a 
 treacherous morass, I made my way towards the 
 point. When I got there, it was merely a thick 
 stump the height of a man ! There were one or 
 two big stars glimmering when I started, but these 
 had since been obliterated. I was nonplussed. 
 To retrace my steps I would have to be careful I 
 did not get lost. I peered through the darkness 
 for some minutes ; but could recognise nothing of 
 known landmarks. Then a ' friendly ' shell came 
 to the rescue, and burst rather close in front. 
 
 By the flash I just discerned the tall tree-stump 
 well to the right. But I didn't hurry. The next 
 shell was due, and should fall very close to the 
 same tree. Sure enough it came whistling and 
 rushing along ; but passed over and landed behind, 
 to the right. Very good. I would go on as quickly 
 as possible. There should be time before the range 
 methodically lengthened and shortened. There hap- 
 pened to be a decent bit of track ; and in a few 
 moments I was by the sentry and his mud shelter. 
 We passed the time of night for a short space ; 
 and then I lifted the flap of the men's dug-out. 
 You all right, boys ? : 
 
 " Right as pie, sir. Quite comfortable." Four 
 men were sitting on some logs at the end of the 
 mud-hole, with feet resting on another log that 
 kept them out of the water. They had sandbagged 
 their top ; and were quite happy ! They were 
 fine lads ! 
 
 ' Good night, lads." 
 
 " Good night, sir." 
 
 Taking careful directions from the Corporal, 
 K 
 
' Any one hit yet ? 
 " No, sir. All correct." 
 " All right. Sit tight till ' Stand-to.' 
 
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 I made for the next mud-hut, and managed to 
 locate it. This was a little better. Four chaps 
 were jammed into a hole much like herrings in a 
 tin. 
 
 Any one hit yet ? 
 
 No, sir. All correct.' 
 
 All right. Sit tight till ' Stand-to.' 
 
 Yes, sir. We can't very well do nothink else. 1 
 And so on, till all had been visited. One place 
 had had a bit of the roof knocked off by a flying 
 piece of shell ; but was soon made good again. 
 For some minutes I watched the constant flight of 
 flares in the distance, shooting gracefully into the 
 night air like so many Roman candles ; and then 
 the whiz-bangs started quite unexpectedly. I 
 reached our shelter just as two fell ten yards to 
 the rear. 
 
 All our lot were sleeping soundly except the 
 signal man at the buzzer ; and I took up a magazine 
 with which to while away an hour. 
 
 The last time I made the rounds on that first 
 night in the front dug-outs was a marked contrast 
 to the first. Only an occasional flash on a far-off 
 ridge, with its accompanying detonation, occurred. 
 Even the flares were few and far between. One 
 began to feel quite comfortable. It looked as 
 though Fritz was really getting tired, or was for 
 the time being short of ammunition. The sentries 
 had nothing to report, and the rest of the lads were 
 sound asleep. As the wind whistled weirdly over 
 the cheerless, desolate, far-reaching mud-hole waste, 
 it was easy to imagine that the enemy had tempo- 
 rarily retired to more distant ground ; and that a 
 peaceful day or two might be safely anticipated. 
 
 That's just the Boche's cunning little plan 
 closely copied and often much varied and improved 
 on unexpectedly by us. His object is to lure one 
 
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 to a sense of false security, till dawn ; and then 
 a tornado of whiz-bangs sometimes catches the 
 unwary. 
 
 But I missed that this time. 
 
 After waking the Captain, I turned in and slept 
 soundly till the " Stand-to." 
 
 " You're a fair sleeper," remarked the Skipper 
 when I was roused. They have been giving 
 Headquarters hell ; and two of their runners are 
 killed. It's quietened down a bit now." 
 
 The quietened -down period meant that the only 
 thing missing in a continual drum-fire of 18-pounders, 
 punctuated by 6-inch stuff every few seconds, was 
 that there was nothing much landing in the way 
 of heavier artillery. We were sending back more 
 than two to the enemy's one. This should give 
 some idea of the incessant, nerve-racking roar. 
 
 As usual, Headquarters rang up ; and all was 
 reported correct. 
 
 There was always the possibility of counter-attack 
 just before dawn ; and every one was ready. 
 
 But after half-an-hour of waiting, the Orderlies 
 began to make early morning cocoa ; and when 
 that was drunk, yarns were spun, jokes cracked, 
 and the dawn began to break. 
 
 A runner tumbles in from H.Q., with routine 
 messages ; and a Company report of the night's 
 doings is sent back by the same hands. 
 
 The Battalion orders are mostly relative to 
 fatigue parties ; and our own ration-carriers have 
 to be detailed. And so starts another day in the 
 support line. 
 
 After breakfast, a distant ' ' purr-r-r-r ' ' is heard, 
 followed shortly afterwards by the " pop-op-op-op ' 
 of several machine-guns. A Fritz-plane is making 
 a dash for a close reconnaissance of our line ; and 
 
148 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 we must try to keep him off. He gets away, let 
 us hope, gaining no information of importance. 
 It is extremely difficult to l wing ' a plane with 
 machine-guns ; and our Archies are a bit behind 
 the ridge to our rear. In the afternoon we had the 
 satisfaction of seeing two enemy machines brought 
 down within our lines. That made him more care- 
 ful for a bit. But his air- work is good, and plucky ; 
 and they must have some brave fellows in their 
 " buses " to risk what they sometimes do. 
 
 One of our ration parties had an exciting time. 
 Owing to the usual dumping-ground getting too 
 hot, the spot had been shifted lower down and 
 nearer the front line a position quite hidden by 
 a small rise from direct observation. But by an 
 unlucky chance one of the air-scouts must have 
 spotted it accidentally. 
 
 The men, under a Sergeant, had scarcely got 
 hold of their goods when three large shells fell and 
 exploded all round the rendezvous. Two of them 
 were mere dirty, objectionable mud-spatterers ; 
 but the third landed in the earth under one of the 
 men. Its fuse had burnt just a second too long. 
 The result was, instead of blowing the whole party 
 to atoms, the shell buried itself an instant ; and 
 then lifted the mud like a volcano. The nearest 
 unfortunate thought his end had come. He was 
 blown bodily into the air and descended six yards 
 from the starting-point, up to his arms in a 
 morass. The flying mud temporarily buried two 
 more ; and the remainder were thrown to the 
 ground. When all had regained the normal, and 
 the worst of the slime had been cleaned off, one fellow 
 looked round at some fragments of loaves, cheese, 
 and meat scattered beyond recovery. 
 
 " Wot a blinkin' waste of good tucker," he 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 149 
 
 bemoaned ; and actually started to pick some of 
 it up ! 
 
 But the Sergeant told them all to lie low for a 
 while ; and then the party went again to the 
 dump, and returned to Company Headquarters 
 with the much-needed rations. 
 
 It came to the last day before being relieved. 
 
 So wonderful had been our own Company's luck 
 in having no casualties that somehow we felt the 
 final twenty of our hours would average things up 
 a bit. Fritz generally gets to know when Companies 
 are being relieved. Possibly he was playing a trick 
 on us, with the idea of getting a good bag. 
 
 Anyway, we were taking no unnecessary risks. 
 
 It had been another quiet night ; and the Stand-to 
 serenade had been such as almost to earn our 
 contempt. 
 
 Breakfast was eaten in the utmost luxury for 
 the line. 
 
 Stewed rabbit and fried potatoes ; toast ; bacon ; 
 and a liberal allowance of butter and jam. After 
 that, the Captain looked around outside. There 
 wasn't even a hostile plane in sight. We were 
 going to have an easy evacuation of our position. 
 Fritz was decidedly tired. We smoked and dozed ; 
 true, with ammunition ready, and gas respirators 
 at the alert ; but that is merely a matter of habit. 
 The morning dragged on. To liven things up we 
 had cocoa at a little before eleven. 
 
 Then a whistle and a " CRASH ! " " Whew-w-w-w 
 CRASH ! ' " Whew-w-w-w CRASH ! ? " Wh- 
 CRASH ! " a dozen in quick succession. " Plung ! 
 Plung !Plung!' "C-K-A-S-H!' " CRRR-A-S-H! 9 
 " Plung ! ; " CRASH ! ' We thought we knew 
 what shelling was ; but decided up till then we 
 
150 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 didn't ! With ever-increasing crescendo the pan- 
 demonium roared and thundered and clattered 
 and banged, and shook the earth in a continual 
 earthquake. What were our guns doing ? Why 
 didn't they reply ? 
 
 Presently they did. 
 
 Overhead the beauties rushed and whistled and 
 sang, like a fresh burst of instruments joining into 
 an already blatant orchestra. The boom and bang 
 of our own guns vied with the shattering deton- 
 ations until it seemed the very ears must split. 
 And slowly but steadily it kept on increasing, 
 ever increasing. 
 
 Have you ever been in a heavy rain-storm after 
 a long spell of dry weather when the great down- 
 pour batters the iron roof enough to break it in, 
 and you think the limit has been reached ? And then 
 it steadily gets louder and louder and yet louder : 
 drowning in its persistent torrent every other 
 sound ? I have known this to keep on for nearly 
 an hour on end. 
 
 Well, then, imagine that magnified a million -fold, 
 and you have some little idea of the terrific crashing, 
 smashing roar of that bombardment. We expected 
 every large shell would land on our dug-out. But 
 we escaped. For two solid hours this growing 
 inferno continued. Then for a space it would lessen 
 a little, only to wax louder later on. All through 
 the rest of the day, all through the night it continued. 
 
 At 3 a.m. there was a code message from H.Q. 
 The Captain deciphered the signaller's script care- 
 fully. There was some doubt about the most im- 
 portant item in the order. The time was certainly 
 rather early. 
 
 The signaller was told to call up and ask for a 
 repeat. He tried, and failed to get H.Q. The 
 wire had been shattered by a shell. 
 
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 " We must send a runner to H.Q.," said the 
 Captain slowly. 
 
 "I'll go, sir," promptly volunteered a boy of 
 eighteen. During all the racket his eyes had glis- 
 tened with excitement ; and his greatest pleasure in 
 the dug-out apparently was when the lights were 
 knocked out. To him it was vast fun. 
 
 The Captain at first seemed loth to send him ; 
 but the boy pleaded, and off he went with a message. 
 He came from the bush, and was used to groping 
 his way in the dark through country that looked 
 the same for miles at a stretch. Otherwise he w r ould 
 never have succeeded. H.Q. was about two hundred 
 yards away. With luck he might return in half- 
 an-hour. If not then some one else would have 
 to go. 
 
 Presently there was a buzz on the wire. 
 
 " Headquarters have repaired the break, sir," 
 the signaller reported, taking down a further mes- 
 sage. Then it was handed to the O.C., who 
 deciphered it. 
 
 " Only an hour out before," he remarked. " We 
 stand -to at 4.5 a.m. It looks as though there will 
 be a big counter-attack. Remember your frontage." 
 
 " They want to know if they will keep Charlie, 
 sir." 
 
 " Tell Charlie to please himself," replied the 
 O.C. 
 
 In twenty-five minutes from the time he left, 
 Charlie slid into the opening. 
 
 " That was a narrow shave, sir," he said, proudly 
 sho wing a big shell -tear in his tunic. ' Got it half- 
 way across, coming back." 
 
 " Silly young devil to come back," commented the 
 Captain. " Here, have a drink." 
 
 It was 4 a.m. 
 
 Our shells were now going over five or six to one. 
 
152 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 The increased row made a sort of dull pain in the 
 head. For half -an -hour, with every one tensely 
 strung, it continued at the maximum. Every 
 minute the signaller would test the line to see that 
 there was not another break. Every minute we 
 expected to receive orders to go forward through 
 that ear-splitting hell. 
 
 Then the shells coming our way perceptibly slack- 
 ened. Those going forward increased. The Cap- 
 tain looked at us significantly. Another quarter 
 of an hour, and there was no doubt Fritz's artillery 
 was having an awful time from our guns. Five 
 o'clock came ; and then five-thirty. There was an 
 all-round slacking. 
 
 " Think you might make cocoa now," suggested 
 the O.C. "It looks as though our artillery had 
 got the Huns before they could start. A magnificent 
 bit of work." 
 
 By daylight the duel was only half what it had 
 been at the worst. And it stuck at that till nearly 
 noon. 
 
 Orders had been issued by H.Q. that, owing to 
 the intensity of the fire, no fatigue parties were to 
 be sent out. Rations were sufficient ; so we waited 
 on till three o'clock. 
 
 Then in small parties we went out into the open, 
 and trailed with full packs across the heavy, slimy, 
 shell -swept track. The missiles fell everywhere 
 but on us, and only one man got a small flesh-wound 
 that was easily bound up. 
 
 The first of the relieving party met us a short way 
 out, and we wished them luck. 
 
 At last we reached the sheltered zone, and moved 
 more freely, cracking jokes over the events of the 
 past four days. Just as we reached a turn in the 
 road leading to our former half-way shelters, a 9*2 
 landed not far ahead of us. 
 
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 " Run for your lives," I shouted. In a few 
 moments another fell just where we had been, and 
 wrecked the road ! 
 
 A four-mile march through a mud-soup track 
 brought us to a camp behind the lines ; and we 
 looked forward to a night of peace and " quietness." 
 
XIX 
 
 THREE questions are uppermost in all minds 
 immediately on getting behind the lines into a rest 
 camp. 
 
 What sort of tucker will we have ? 
 
 When can we get a hot bath ? 
 
 When will there be a chance of leave ? 
 
 Now, whatever disabilities the soldiers suffered 
 under in the earlier stages of the war, latterly, at 
 any rate, C.O.'s have successfully exerted every 
 endeavour in regard to the first two queries. 
 
 As a rule the men are splendidly fed (unless 
 Boche planes get lucky hits on A.S.C. wagons) 
 directly billets are reached. Sometimes the trouble 
 is to prevent men from being carelessly wasteful. 
 It is so glorious to be able to eat in roomy comfort, 
 that sometimes Mess Orderlies get careless and dole 
 out too liberal an allowance, and bits of good rations 
 are dropped about the camp. If this is marked, a 
 good Orderly Officer will see that the next lot of 
 victuals is measured out to an exact portion. There 
 is never much waste after that, because the dixies 
 cut out so fine. 
 
 Neighbouring camps will offer to lend their baths 
 on suitable days ; and one of the happiest experi- 
 ences I know is to take along a couple of hundred 
 dirt-begrimed, weary men to one of these parades. 
 They line up with towels, swing along the road, 
 roaring all sorts of catchy ditties ; have a good steam - 
 bath and return to camp in the merriest of spirits. 
 
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Three Anzacs in the War 155 
 
 True, sometimes the " showers ' consist of small 
 streams dribbling through half a dozen holes punched 
 through condensed-milk tins attached to the con- 
 necting pipe overhead ; but this seems to add to the 
 fun of the proceeding. The clatter of talk and run- 
 ning banter emanating from the enclosed shed, very 
 much resembles the noise one hears on a hot after- 
 noon in public -school baths. 
 
 For a couple of days the men are allowed to do 
 much as they like within reason. Then kits are 
 overhauled once more ; damaged boots and clothes 
 repaired or replaced ; and, after that, the routine 
 of training for the next stunt mapped out. 
 
 The matter of leave requires the exercise of much 
 discretion. 
 
 A roster is usually kept, and men granted their 
 vacation when properly due. But this is not swift 
 enough for the old hand. He wants his leave now, 
 and intends to get it now, if possible. The time- 
 worn plea of dead aunts and uncles he knows is 
 quite played out. So he must think of something 
 else. 
 
 One fellow put in an application very much like 
 this : 
 
 " I hereby beg to apply for leave to go to England 
 for a few days, as my parents have arrived in London 
 from Australia, and are anxious to see me. I haven't 
 seen them for twenty years." 
 
 Then he enclosed a letter of invitation, claiming 
 to come from his father in London. But one sentence 
 spoilt whatever chance it had. It was : " Everything 
 when we sailed was just the same as when you left." 
 
 Another lad had married a wife in England at 
 some time or other, but evidently she did not enjoy 
 the best of health. Possibly they loved each other 
 very dearly, and perhaps he was greatly concerned 
 about her present severe illness, and wanted to see 
 
156 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 her very much. But he had an awkward way of 
 putting it. His plea was : 
 
 " I would like to go over to England for a few 
 days, as my wife has been very ill and taken a bad 
 turn, and if she dies I would like to be there to make 
 the funeral arrangements myself." 
 
 There were some queer sticks who went over the 
 water in due course. Most of them were not very 
 much impressed with London. It was too sooty and 
 the old buildings too weather-worn. On the other 
 hand, others gloried in the great fascination of the 
 fine old city. 
 
 One fellow, evidently of some education, was 
 overheard relating to his mate the untold joy to be 
 found in burrowing round Westminster, St. Paul's, 
 the Temple, and many other churches hoary with 
 age and mystic with tradition. But his chum was 
 not particularly impressed. Either his vision was 
 hopelessly limited, or he had set out on his wander- 
 ings with the fixed idea that nothing on earth could 
 quite equal Australia. Also, he was of Scotch 
 parentage. It was a matter of personal loyalty to 
 place the land of his birth before all others. 
 
 " Weel," he said, " I went to all the great kirks 
 in Lunnon. But they're mostly damp, dour-looking 
 places, with corpses rotting under their cauld floors 
 mony hundreds of years. I call it most unsanitary. 
 And if the soot could only be cleaned off some o s 
 these show places, it wouldna be so bad. But I tell 
 ye honestly, I never saw anything in England to 
 come up to Sturt Street, or St. Andrew's, Ballarat." 
 
 Another fellow hailing from Wagga district had 
 put in his time somehow, but was glad to get back 
 to camp. The City did not appeal to him. He was 
 keenly disappointed. A mate of his was remon- 
 strating, and asked what was amiss with the Hub 
 of the Universe. 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 157 
 
 " Well, Harry," he replied, " the place may be all 
 right for them that likes that sort of thing. But I 
 couldn't get any * Havelock ' tobacco anywhere. 
 And tenpence for a whisky is a bit over the fence ! 
 And bli' me if I saw a decent sheep-dog the whole 
 time I was there ! ' 
 
 Letter-writing once more begins to an alarming 
 extent ; and extensive censoring occupies the daily 
 attention of subalterns. One would think that 
 after the time we had gone through these would be 
 mostly descriptive of hair-breadth escapes. But 
 very few men go in for gruesome details. They 
 want to forget them. One comes across references 
 to mates who have been wounded or killed, here and 
 there ; but most epistles refer to the long intervals 
 between the receipt of letters from home ; the 
 acknowledgment of a much-valued parcel which 
 has been travelling round for about nine months ; 
 and the good time to be had in the village close by. 
 
 One letter, however, was rather unique. The 
 writer was of a serious disposition and very reli- 
 giously inclined. All through he attributed to a 
 Higher Power his good health, good mates, his 
 wonderful escapes, and his ability to do his duty 
 under the most trying circumstances. He also 
 firmly believed that the same Guiding Hand con- 
 trolled the world's supply of money in the firing- 
 line. For he concluded : ' If in His great goodness 
 God should make Mother send me along some more 
 money, tell her to do so through the Commonwealth 
 Bank, as I get it quicker that way " ! 
 
 There were several large motor-lorry parks and 
 ammunition dumps in the vicinity, in addition to 
 camps of soldiers dotted thick all round the neigh- 
 bourhood. Of course Fritz knew all about this ; 
 and on a clear day planes at a great height would 
 
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 take stock of our positions. Then the " Archies ' 
 would " ping-ping ' at him from all points of the 
 compass. 
 
 We knew what to expect later. 
 
 After a social or merry evening spent in the Mess, 
 just as one was getting comfortably between the 
 blankets, bombs would come down in quick succes- 
 sion. Sometimes they were far off, and one didn't 
 mind. Fritz had a great habit of trying to get the 
 railway station a mile or two away; but often he 
 dropped many bombs very close to us, and occa- 
 sionally got wagons, and more rarely still, camps 
 themselves. 
 
 When at the front, one yearns for the relaxation 
 and comfort of the rest camp. But after a fort- 
 night, it begins to get rather tame, and even to pall. 
 In spite of one's best endeavours, men get slack; 
 and it is very hard indeed not to slide into the same 
 groove oneself. 
 
 The mounting of the Guard, which was always 
 done in strict regimental style, helped to relieve 
 the day's monotony, and Companies vied with one 
 another to gain the Colonel's praise, who made a 
 point of attending these parades in person. 
 
 A newly-acquired brass band also tended to liven 
 things up a bit. After Reveille had sounded, the 
 band would march round camp, playing a lively 
 tune, as though to remind one that it was dangerous 
 to go to sleep again, and that the morning was not 
 half bad outside. Of an afternoon they would 
 generally play a programme of music, most excel- 
 lently, and the men thoroughly enjoyed it. 
 
 Presently the rations again began to attain an 
 unusual excellence. Good concerts were provided 
 every evening. Sports were organised, and the 
 heads saw that all men available took the keenest 
 interest in them. 
 
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 We quickly saw through it all this time ! 
 
 A few days later came the order to move. 
 
 Once more the inspection of gas-masks and 
 respirators. Every detail of camp equipment, up 
 to the last nut or fire-grate in the camp-cookers, 
 was minutely inspected. The Battalion was paraded 
 in full marching order. Most of the men grew 
 quieter : the old hands almost silent. 
 
 What would this stunt bring forth ? 
 
XX 
 
 THE Company is moving along in small detach- 
 ments in single file. 
 
 It is dark, save for the dim light of the crescent 
 moon. 
 
 Just above a neighbouring low ridge flares are 
 rising much too often to be pleasant. It is im- 
 possible to halt each time one shows up. Otherwise 
 we would never get into position. That friendly 
 piece of rising ground hides our movements. We 
 would have been smashed with shell -fire had it not 
 happened to be there. 
 
 The guides, who went up just after sundown, 
 got quite a lot of it, but escaped unharmed. More- 
 over, they proved good guides ; for presently there 
 is a halt in front. Before us is a low railway em- 
 bankment riddled with dug-outs of a sort. We 
 have been led correctly into our position. 
 
 By the light of a flare we catch sight of the line 
 of tin hats and faces of the Unit we are relieving. 
 They move off. We form up in a long irregular 
 line, awaiting the billeting officer's instructions. 
 
 " No. 1 Platoon, from H.Q. to fifty yards to the 
 right. No. 2 Platoon, from there to the com- 
 munication trench. Nos. 3 and 4 beyond that. 
 The Sergeant will show you your limits." 
 
 I tell my own Sergeant to get the men into the 
 holes and shelters as quickly as possible. In some 
 places there is a trench at the bottom of the bank, 
 with irregular tiers of holes above. 
 
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 Then I go to Company's dug-out to see the 
 Captain, and deposit my kit. 
 
 There is just room for three to lie down in it, and 
 for two Orderlies to sit. The entrance is a small 
 doorway, heavily sandbagged on either side. The 
 roof is strongly timbered, with a good thickness of 
 earth on top. The width of the embankment 
 protects our front. Only a very lucky hit could 
 knock the place out. We were well satisfied. 
 
 Presently I stepped out to see that all men except 
 sentries were well under cover. Our Battalion had 
 received a new lot of reinforcements, and our Com- 
 pany had got its portion. Some of these had never 
 been under fire, and evidently thought they were 
 to have up-to-date shelters with plenty of room 
 and comfort in them. They were arguing with the 
 Sergeant just like children. " Other fellows had got 
 a better dug-out than they had." This one is 
 only big enough for two men, and the Sergeant 
 wants to cram four into it." 
 
 " Stop this d d rot," I cried, " and get in 
 
 quick and lively. The wonder is that half of you 
 aren't blown out by shell -fire already." 
 
 Scarcely had I spoken before a whiz-bang fell 
 about thirty yards to the rear, followed in quick 
 succession by several more at various distances. 
 
 The effect was magical. The men disappeared 
 like rabbits into their burrows ! 
 
 And it was just as well. 
 
 The Boche had only recently been driven out of 
 the embankment, and he had the range to a nicety 
 sometimes, fortunately. From that moment 
 right through the night the shrapnel, whiz-bangs, 
 and Expresses cracked and roared and crashed all 
 round, often shaking our own shelter like a monkey 
 cage. 
 
 Casualties began to occur; and as stretcher- 
 
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 cases were carried past, some men realised for the 
 first time the grimness of war. 
 
 Dick had a company in a trench in the front 
 line. He was now a captain, and was very anxious 
 to do well, especially if there was to be a real 
 stunt on. 
 
 I had seen him, together with Jim, but a few 
 moments before leaving camp. We thought it 
 would be a good idea to all exchange addresses in 
 case anything happened. It is much better for 
 relatives to get particulars from personal friends. 
 
 And now, as there was nothing to do further, 
 until orders came from H.Q., we proceeded to make 
 ourselves comfortable. 
 
 Our nice little stove had been lost on the way up, 
 and the batmen had to cook by means of impromptu 
 wicks placed in fat and oil. But it's wonderful 
 what an old hand can do. Not only did we. have 
 a hot drink, but a cooked portion of savoury bacon 
 was handed round, accompanied with a fair attempt 
 at toast. 
 
 Then cigarettes and pipes were requisitioned, and 
 amidst the tearing crack of shrapnel, and the air- 
 splitting concussion of high-explosives, we laughed 
 and joked through the night. 
 
 Again yarns and reminiscences helped to pass the 
 hours. A 5' 9 nearly wrecked our home. Lights 
 were blown out, and tin hats and utensils of all lands 
 rattled and clattered on to the floor. 
 
 When candles were re-lit, a new officer, just 
 attached and a most capable fellow, said : 
 
 " What a rotten, silly, beastly thing war is. 
 There was I, a few weeks ago, revelling in the daisies 
 and violets of an English country lane, where sky- 
 larks sang in the air, and robin redbreasts perched 
 on the hedges. And here we are trying to blow one 
 another to bits." 
 
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 We grew silent after that. 
 
 Thoughts -wandered back to a far -spreading, sun- 
 kissed land that had never known war; and we 
 wondered how many of us would return there. 
 
 The " Stand -to " came, and we all braced up. The 
 artillery grew in intensity, and by the light of dawn 
 we saw more casualties carried past. 
 
 Each officer had taken his watch in turn, and each 
 had a list of wounded and killed. The intensified 
 artillery duel continued unabated till well into the 
 morning. With the breaking of day, we could see 
 something of our position. 
 
 The Huns were well established in front, and we 
 did not appear to be sending over quite as much 
 stuff as we got. If anything, the artillery was in 
 the enemy's favour. No doubt he had got some 
 lucky hits on our batteries, and there had not been 
 time to replace our disabled guns. 
 
 ' Dudley is having a hot time in the front line," 
 remarked the Captain at lunch. ' His position has 
 been badly pasted, and he wants more wire and wire 
 standards. You had better take a party up there 
 at dusk, Jim." 
 
 In the afternoon Jim collected his wire neces- 
 saries, and detailed his men. It was not an enviable 
 job. The lead into the communication trench was 
 covered by Boche machine-gun fire. He, in addi- 
 tion, literally sniped with whiz -bangs wherever he 
 saw a movement. The men would be hampered 
 with their loads ; and that meant they must be 
 very nippy in passing " Suicide Corner," as it was 
 nicknamed. 
 
 At twilight the all-round fire intensified, and Jim 
 started out with his twenty men. 
 
 It should be a half -hour's job at most. 
 
 We waited : thirty, forty, fifty minutes : an hour : 
 an hour and a quarter. 
 
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 Then Jim came in, breathing rather heavily, and 
 his face covered in dirt and blood. He sank on to 
 the floor, half dazed. 
 
 ' Have a drink, old man," said the Captain, hold- 
 ing a flask to his lips. Jim drank. Then we washed 
 his face a bit, and found he was suffering mostly 
 from abrasions, though one little wound, which we 
 bound up temporarily, would need attention at the 
 dressing-station. When he was fit to speak, he 
 said : 
 
 " We got there all right, Cap, but Dick is having 
 a hell of a time. It looks like a counter-attack 
 before morning. And when we got just in front of 
 Suicide Corner, two whiz-bangs landed right on us. 
 Killed the Sergeant and three men, whom we had 
 to bury, and wounded five others. Another two 
 were badly knocked as we were coming into the 
 bank." 
 
 We had by this time lost in casualties over 
 twenty per cent, of our men. It was rather hot 
 going ! 
 
 The Captain sent along a report to H.Q. We 
 were warned to practically " Stand -to ' all night 
 long. 
 
 At daybreak the attack on our front was launched. 
 The shelling on our own line was a pandemonium 
 of whiz-bangs and 5'9's. If it were any worse ahead, 
 well, not many men would be left. 
 
 Then came an urgent message from H.Q. : 
 
 4 Send a platoon up at once to reinforce Dudley." 
 
 The Captain detailed me. 
 
 About two -thirds of my Platoon were left. They 
 came out on the instant. 
 
 " For God's sake keep your heads down in the 
 trench," I counselled ; " and at Suicide Corner every 
 man is to crawl. Otherwise no one has a chance of 
 getting through." 
 
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 How we managed to reach our objective I don't 
 know. The shells exploded all round us, and in 
 the trench sometimes every few seconds. Only 
 two men were killed and three wounded going up ; 
 and we reached the forward trench just in time to 
 see the Boche creeping across the open. 
 
 I looked round for Dick's Company. 
 
 He had twenty -five men and one officer left. 
 
 " Hullo, old man," he said, turning quickly. 
 " You're just in time. Spread your men out and 
 plant your Lewis gun quick. They've got my Gun 
 Crew ! Come along, Sergeant ! : 
 
 He had placed his machine-gun in a shell-hole 
 some yards in front; and as he spoke a 5*9 com- 
 pletely knocked out all the crew. I just noticed 
 Dick rushing over with the Sergeant; and in a 
 twinkling had my own men pouring drum after 
 drum of ammunition into the irregular advancing 
 line. They began to fall, but others seemed to take 
 their places. Dick was doing excellent work with 
 his gun, and the rapid fire of our rifles was a picture 
 to see. All of the boys were keyed up to the highest 
 pitch, and cracked weird jokes as Boche after 
 Boche fell. 
 
 " Hop over with more panniers to Captain 
 Dudley," I cried to a machine-gunner. ' He may 
 be short, and we have plenty," 
 
 It was an inspiration. Dick was nearly at his 
 last round when the fresh supply of discs arrived. 
 There was a slight semi-circle closing in round 
 him. 
 
 " Concentrate on those blighters forming that 
 half -moon," I ordered. They thought they had 
 Dick, and were about to rush. ' Pop-op-op-op-op," 
 sang my L. G. " Pop-op-op-op-op," echoed Dick's. 
 The enemy wavered ; their men were falling quickly ; 
 they turned and retired rapidly a few yards, but 
 
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 faced round again suddenly. For an instant I saw 
 that, probably for the first time in his life, Dick, 
 who was doing three men's work and holding almost 
 single-handed a most hazardous position, lost his 
 head. 
 
 When the enemy first turned, Dick, in order to 
 get easier shooting at what he thought were the 
 running foe, got up on the edge of his crater and 
 placed the gun in a better position for catching a 
 mob. But a Boche gunner had him marked all the 
 time. Dick was just giving the gun a final jerk, 
 when up went his arms, and I saw the Sergeant pull 
 him and the gun back. 
 
 The Boche saw it too. Their feint had succeeded ! 
 They had knocked out that nasty little strong point, 
 and could now force the attack. 
 
 " Every man get ready two bombs," I ordered. 
 " Stop firing at forty yards ; let them have the 
 bombs at twenty, and then charge like hell. Jim, 
 see that order is properly passed along and under- 
 stood." 
 
 Jim slipped along quickly. I was now in com- 
 mand, with Jim the only other officer left. 
 
 The boys held their breath while the Boche crept 
 up under whatever cover offered. Then they came 
 on, stopping at first, but getting bolder on receiving 
 no defensive fire from us. No doubt they thought 
 our Company was practically wiped out. 
 
 But, true to the order, when twenty yards off, 
 there went right into their midst the best -aimed lot 
 of bombs I ever saw. It fairly rattled them. A 
 third of their number were knocked out, and the 
 rest momentarily dazed. Now was our time ! 
 
 " Come on, boys ! ' And over swept the remnant 
 of the Company, yelling, and charging for all they 
 were worth. 
 
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 But we did not reach more than five of the Boches. 
 They were too anxious to get back to their lines. 
 It was also dangerous for us to go far forward, for 
 our flanks would be exposed. Ordering the men to 
 lie down, they kept firing at the now creeping and 
 retreating foe ; and many of them stopped suddenly, 
 or threw up an arm as they were hit. 
 
 Then I told our own boys to get back into the 
 trench, and sent word for reinforcements. 
 
 The situation had been saved ! 
 
 Dick had been brought in by the faithful Sergeant 
 after we had advanced. There he was on a stretcher, 
 with five machine-gun wounds being bound up. 
 He was deathly pale, and his eyes were closed. The 
 Sergeant was trying to force some brandy down 
 his throat. 
 
 " Pretty serious wound in the stummick, sir," 
 he remarked, at last succeeding in getting the liquor 
 into Dick's mouth. 
 
 He swallowed a little, sighed, and opened his eyes. 
 At first he did not recognise me. Then he writhed 
 with a twinge of pain : closed his eyes, and opened 
 them again. His face flickered with a smile. 
 
 " Hullo, old chap. Afraid I'm done for. 
 Beastly hole in the stomach. Rottenly painful." 
 
 Again his eyes closed. 
 
 " Better take him back, Sergeant," I said. " The 
 quicker the better," 
 
 Dick looked up dully, and shook his head. 
 
 He was failing fast. His face and hands were 
 getting a greyish hue. Then he beckoned, and I 
 stooped down. 
 
 "Tell Mary," he whispered, "I did my best. 
 
 Send back my Sam- Browne 1 to her. She gave it me 
 
 -when I got Commission." There was a sob 
 
 1 Occasionally an officer takes his Sam-Browne to the 
 Front Line. 
 
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 in his voice : a flutter in the eyes : a soft whisper 
 of "Good-bye old chap. Hope you and 
 Jim better luck." 
 
 And so Dick went out West ! 
 
 When the reinforcements arrived a meagre 
 twenty men the stretcher-bearers got busy. They 
 were brave fellows, and worked hard till all bad 
 cases had been taken to the dressing -station. 
 
 Burying-parties were detailed, and some rude 
 graves were dug in a sheltered spot, and a few words 
 of the Burial Service said before the bodies were 
 hastily covered up. The Padre, a noble fellow, had 
 come up with the stretcher-bearers, and performed 
 the last brief offices for the dead. 
 
 We chose a special spot for Dick ; the Padre was 
 visibly affected during the ceremony. Dick was a 
 personal friend of his. He was much beloved ; and 
 there was hardly a dry eye after the short service 
 was over. We put up a temporary cross to mark 
 the spot. A better one would be erected when there 
 was more time. 
 
 The whiz-bangs had ceased for a moment, and 
 there was a lull all round. 
 
 I went over the position again, locating the rein- 
 forcements in the best spots. Leaving Jim in charge, 
 I turned into the communication trench to see how 
 things were getting on further back. It was called 
 a trench, but had been so badly battered that by 
 this time it was more like a creek bed after a heavy 
 flood. 
 
 Unexpectedly there came a " Whiz-z-z Bang." 
 Another, and another. I hurriedly turned to re- 
 trace my steps. Then a " WHIZ-Z-Z-Z-Z BANG." 
 
 Over I rolled like a rabbit, clutching my arm. 
 I thought it was gone ! I tried to get up, but fell 
 back, and all grew black. 
 
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 When I awoke I was in the dressing-station, and 
 another pandemonium raged outside. 
 
 I think he will do now," the surgeon said. 
 
 Take him to the field ambulance as quickly as 
 possible." 
 
XXI 
 
 To endure shell -fire without retaliation is about 
 the most nerve-trying experience a soldier has to 
 go through. It is hard indeed not to " get the 
 wind up." 
 
 But when one is badly wounded it is worse. 
 
 The journey across that shell -swept area to the 
 field ambulance, and on down to the C.C.S., will 
 always remain a nightmare in my memory. 
 
 Shoulder-high the brave stretcher-bearers carried 
 me through the rain over that slippery, treacherous 
 country, as the whiz-bangs fell close all around with 
 fiendish detonations. Sometimes the lads almost 
 ran, and once the front men fell, and I was jerked 
 on to the ground. How I blessed the morphia, 
 and the numbness of the wounded member ! 
 
 My one fear was I would get it in the face next ; 
 and I held my tin hat close over my head the whole 
 time. 
 
 Presently (it seemed an hour !) I was laid out on 
 the grass with other cases, until the horse ambulance 
 came along, and drove us to a small village. Here 
 the ministering white angels of the Red Cross gave 
 us each a steaming cup of delicious cocoa. That 
 is a drink I will remember all my life ! 
 
 Soon we were transferred to the gently-swaying, 
 easy-going motor ambulance ; and so delightful was 
 the change, that some even slept for the rest of the 
 journey. Yet we were not out of danger. Often 
 
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Three Anzacs in the War 171 
 
 those insidious shells would whistle overhead, and 
 burst none too far from the wagon. 
 
 But we came to a standstill at last; and the 
 Orderlies gently set down each casualty on the 
 ground. 
 
 " Wounded officer," cries one. 
 
 " Right-oh." 
 
 Two bearers carry the stretcher into a dimly 
 lighted tent containing sixteen beds, and set it down 
 on the board floor. 
 
 Another angel comes forward. 
 
 " Badly wounded, sir ? " she asks sympathetically. 
 
 " Pretty crook," comes the reply. 
 
 She looks at the saturated bandage. Swiftly she 
 disappears, and presently emerges from the inner 
 tent with a glass. 
 
 " Drink this and you will feel better." 
 
 It is a good stiff neat brandy ; but somehow at 
 first it has only the bracing effect of a light wine. 
 
 * Get him to bed as quickly as possible, Orderly," 
 and with a final pat of the head, the Sister turns to 
 the next case. 
 
 A clean suit of pyjamas ! Clean sheets ; and 
 clean blankets. It was almost worth getting knocked 
 to appreciate such luxuries. Then the Orderly 
 gently tucks in the warm clothes, and adjusts the 
 pillow ; and the brandy, taking effect, induces 
 sleep : heavenly, luring, blessed, comforting, dream- 
 less sleep ! 
 
 A cool hand gently placed on the forehead woke 
 me. There was the Sister holding a tempting cup 
 of tea in one hand, and a thermometer in the other. 
 
 " Temperature first, tea next," she said pleasantly, 
 inserting the tube under my tongue. 
 
 After that I looked round the tent. 
 
 To my right was a fellow with head so bandaged 
 
172 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 that only eyes and lips were visible. On the left 
 lay a Sub who had been gassed. Opposite, another 
 had just had his right arm amputated. Next him 
 was a young fellow who suffered considerably. His 
 right leg had been amputated above the knee, and 
 it was not healing properly. On his left was quite 
 a boy, who had lost both legs. Another had stopped 
 three machine-gun bullets. Yet another had a 
 severe gash on the temple, and had lost an eye. 
 
 But all were cheerful laughing and joking with 
 each other as though losing limbs was part of the 
 sport of life, and quite within the day's march. 
 
 Each bed had on the right a little tidy cupboard, 
 where one kept his " tidy bag ' (all patients are 
 presented with these). Shaving-gear, soap, sponge, 
 and tooth-brush and paste were tucked in here ; 
 but, what is much more important, cigarettes, 
 tobacco, pipe, and matches. 
 
 And very soon came my first little tussle with the 
 Sister. 
 
 My left arm was on a suspension splint, stretched 
 out at right angles to the body. The cupboard was 
 on the right of the bed, and when the opening lay 
 flush with the back of the tent, it was impossible for 
 me to get at things with the right hand. So I 
 manoeuvred the cupboard round, after much trouble, 
 so that the shelves were parallel with the side of the 
 bed. Then I could manage unaided splendidly. 
 
 This feat helped to pass the afternoon, and the 
 Sister did not come on again till early morning. 
 
 When I awoke next day, and drank my tea, I 
 reached out for the cigarettes. The cupboard was 
 put back in the old position ! The operation was 
 repeated that afternoon, with the same result next 
 morning. Then I protested, and pointed out my 
 inability to use my shelves unless placed on the skew. 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 173 
 
 * Oh, but we can't allow that" objected the Sister. 
 " It makes the place so untidy." 
 
 Woman's bete noire untidiness ! 
 
 She will minister to you all day long. She will 
 watch over you all through the night, when fever 
 burns the head like a furnace. She will run and 
 fetch endless cool drinks and tend you like a mother. 
 But allow a little untidiness for the convenience of a 
 game arm ? Never ! 
 
 A brother Officer came in to see me. 
 
 We talked a lot, and smoked a lot, and I got him 
 to pull the cupboard round again. He was very 
 kind, and brought plenty of cigarettes, matches, 
 chocolates, magazines, and newspapers. When he 
 had gone well, there certainly was a bit of a 
 litter. 
 
 The Sister happened along shortly afterwards, and 
 gave a stifled scream. 
 
 " Oh, this will never do ! " she cried, getting very 
 busy. You really must keep your cupboard tidy. 
 What do you suppose your little bag is for ? And 
 this cupboard is to be kept straight in future, please." 
 
 I tried a new move. 
 
 Every time I wanted a match, cigarette, a choco- 
 late, or a magazine, I called the Sister. She would 
 surely soon tire of that, anyway ! But no ! It did 
 not act. She ran messages for me a hundred times a 
 day with alacrity. She rummaged all over the 
 place constantly for anything I wanted. Then 
 always she would straighten up the cupboard ' to 
 look nice," but with things quite the reverse of 
 what I wanted. She would, I am sure, have trav- 
 elled miles a day for anything really needed, provided 
 that blessed cupboard was kept TIDY ! 
 
 At last I gave it up, and in desperation made ten 
 times more use of the Orderly than necessary. 
 
1 74 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 After an awkward operation, and while my tem- 
 perature was ' tobogganing," the nights were 
 wearisome, and occasionally extremely weird. 
 
 When the "lights out' came, a single shaded 
 bulb only was left, which cast uncanny shadows in 
 the deep folds of the tent. It was then the arm 
 began to ache, and to pass the slow, wakeful hours, 
 I would listen for the distant guns. 
 
 Regularly there was first the drum-fire of 18- 
 pounders, with the 5'9's joining in at regular short 
 intervals ; and then above them sounded the solid 
 ' dr-r-oom ' of the 9-2's or 12 -inch howitzers. 
 Sometimes I would count the heavy stuff till three 
 in the morning, when a blessed weariness would 
 induce sleep. 
 
 One night, when my nerves were all of a jangle, 
 I " got the wind up." I must have gone to sleep 
 before midnight, and I awoke all of a sudden. (A 
 Boche shell had exploded not far from the hospital.) 
 The dug-out was wrecked ! The roof was falling 
 in ! Now there was a lull in the firing. We were in 
 for a counter-attack ! Where was my pistol ? 
 Where was my ammunition ? Where were the boys ; 
 the Sergeant ? Anybody ? Had they all cleared 
 out and left me ? I was just going to yell out : 
 " Where the devil have all you blighters got to ? : 
 And then the light became a little clearer. The 
 large black shadows in creases of the roof and 
 sides made the place in the uncertain light look 
 just like a mangled dug-out. Ah, yes ! I was in 
 hospital, after all, wounded. There would be no 
 attack. . . . Then I found I was in a bath of perspir- 
 ation ; and, noticing my agitation, the night nurse 
 came up and asked if I would like a drink ? 
 
 Did I refuse ? 
 
 Our House Surgeon was a sagacious, cheery, 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 175 
 
 kindly fellow, carefully avoiding " shop," and was 
 always on for a sparring match or a yarn. He would 
 sit on the bed and talk about every blessed thing 
 but what I wanted to get at. 
 
 I was beginning to get suspicious. 
 
 I noticed that the Sister's face, when she turned 
 from the next bed to mine, always looked grave. 
 Then she would carefully take my temperature and 
 pulse, recording the results on the " chart ' hung 
 on the wall over the rear of the bed. 
 
 " What about it, Sister ? 3 I asked one 
 morning. 
 
 What about what ? Another cool drink ? : 
 
 " Now, Sister, be a sport. Am I to keep my arm, 
 or am I not ? 3 
 
 Then she would pat my head kindly. 
 ' It's all right. You're doing wonderfully well 
 considering." 
 
 ' Considering what ? : I persisted. 
 
 She looked straight at me. 
 
 ' Now, didn't I tell you if you worried you would 
 lose it ? You keep quiet, and be a good boy, and 
 read nice yarns about charming girls, and it will be 
 quite all right." 
 
 Every morning a green disinfectant fluid had to 
 be pumped into the open wound ; and sometimes I 
 thought the arm would burst. I wanted to see 
 what it looked like, but the Sister always managed 
 to get in the way. 
 
 Once, however, she had to reach out rather far 
 for something, and I craned my neck to have a look. 
 For the moment I wondered if that was a badly shot 
 disembowelled rabbit lying by my side. Surely it 
 didn't belong to me ? 
 
 Then the Sister turned, and caught me ! 
 
 " You're a wicked, bad boy, and I'm very angry 
 
1 76 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 with you," she said sharply, getting in my way again. 
 " Don't you ever do that again." 
 I didn't want to do it again ! 
 
 An attack of " nerves ' is often unaccountable. 
 I have seen it happen to strong, hefty men fellows 
 you would have thought had hides like a rhinoceros 
 who had suffered from shell-shock, or gas, or some 
 bad wound. Quite unexpectedly, I have known 
 and seen them crying silently like a girl. 
 
 It got me one day. 
 
 I was reading in Blackwood's where a G.O.C. 
 was giving a final address to Cadet Officers who had 
 just got their commissions. He was one of those 
 soldiers to the finger-tips who had seen much service, 
 and trained many men, and had been to the Front. 
 He knew what terrible things a Sub might have to 
 face quite suddenly. And he talked to them in just 
 the right way to bring out the best in each one of 
 them. He did not hold up for imitation unattainable 
 heroes. He took it for granted that that kind of 
 stuff was in them. And he appealed to those here- 
 ditary instincts that have come down to the British 
 through the centuries. The born leader was revealed 
 in that address. I am sure he made those lads feel 
 deep down in their hearts that they would all fight, 
 fight, and fight on, right through to the end, for 
 the sake of dear old, groping, blundering, stolid, 
 steadfast, persistent, dogged, : won' t-be -beaten ' 
 England. 
 
 And as I pictured the scene : those brave, careless, 
 irresponsible, eager lads, and what they might have 
 to go through all too soon, it fairly broke me up, 
 and I let the book fall. After a time I glanced at 
 the cover and it was wet with tears ! Yes, I, who 
 had never wept since I was a kiddie, was down to 
 this and " all out.' 
 
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 And of course the Sister discovered me ! She ran 
 up all in a flurry. 
 
 " What's this ? What's this ? Anything paining 
 you ? Why didn't you call me ? : 
 
 I pointed to the book and the article. 
 
 She took up the magazine quickly, and glanced 
 at the reading matter. Then she shook her finger 
 threateningly. 
 
 " Didn't I say you were to read about pretty 
 girls ? How dare you read about War ! You must 
 forget there's a war on." 
 
 Then she searched till she found a mushy yarn, 
 all sugar and jam, and gave it to me. 
 
 " Now, try that. It's such a pretty story. And 
 remember, no more War yarns ! ' 
 
 She took away my beloved magazine, and just to 
 please her I tried the " pretty story." It was hard 
 work. But I managed to stick it through by the 
 aid of sundry cool drinks which she forced on me in 
 the afternoon. 
 
 One day, a little later, stood out apart in my life, 
 much on the same level as a bride's wedding morn. 
 
 The C.O., the Operating Surgeon, and the House 
 Surgeon held a consultation over me. 
 
 My wound was laid open, probed, re -dressed 
 throughout, and bound up in a manner new and 
 infinitely more comfortable. When it was over, the 
 C.O. turned to me, smiling, and said : 
 
 " Good ! ' That was all ! Then he left. 
 
 When he had gone the kindly House Surgeon sat 
 on the side of the bed, and the Sister on the other, 
 also smiling. What did it mean ? What did it 
 really mean ? 
 
 " Well, Doc ? ' It didn't seem like my voice, 
 somehow. 
 
 " Well, lad ? Yes. I think it is well." 
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 " But not if you do that," gasped the Sister. 
 
 I had half jumped out of bed. 
 
 " Keep quiet, or you will spoil all." 
 
 Then she bent down and whispered : " The poor 
 fellow opposite had an arm much like yours ; but he 
 was restless and impatient. One night he tossed 
 and rolled all over the place and then he had to 
 have it off." 
 
 Then she smoothed the bed, and the pillows, and 
 laved my head with cool water. 
 
 " You're a brick, Sister," I said gratefully, 
 squeezing her hand. " Do you think you could get 
 me another pretty story about lovely girls ? : 
 
 The Doc, who was in the know about the other 
 yarn, nearly exploded ; but the Sister jumped up 
 delightedly, and got me an even worse story than 
 the previous confection. But I was so overjoyed at 
 the thought of keeping my injured member, that I 
 was ready to read all the sugary literature in creation 
 for a week on end. 
 
 i 
 
 It was a few days later that one of my Corporals 
 came in, and told me about poor old Slocum. 
 
 After I was knocked out, there was a bit of a lull ; 
 and the Boche tried another counter-attack. The 
 Platoon was enfiladed by two machine-guns, which 
 were finally located. But to get them the Lewis 
 gun crew had to creep carefully forward into another 
 shell-hole. The Boche somehow surprised the Pla- 
 toon in the flank. We had been let down badly 
 somewhere along the line. It was a touch-and-go 
 for some time ; and the L.G. position came in very 
 usefully as a strong point in a temporary rearguard 
 action. But at the critical moment their ammuni- 
 tion gave out. Slocum, who was in the crew, 
 volunteered to hop back for more panniers. How 
 he crawled over the fire zone to the trench unharmed 
 
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 was a mystery. But he got there, loaded up, and 
 crawled back. Just as he reached the crater edge, 
 seven machine-gun bullets got him. He raised the 
 only arm he could use, and tried to throw over his 
 supply, but failed. 
 
 " Sorry, chaps, but can't move another inch. 
 Here's the stuff. Some one come and get it. 
 Good luck mates . ' ' 
 
 And he rolled over, dead. 
 
 Poor old Slocum ! Like many another apparent 
 failure, he had made good in the last great emer- 
 gency, and was amongst the many unheralded 
 heroes who have deserved the V.C. 
 
 One day a wounded German officer was brought in. 
 He was badly hipped ; and had to wait a day or to 
 for a big operation. 
 
 It was interesting to notice how resentful the 
 
 women were. 
 
 et 
 
 The Pig ! Fancy having to tend him, after all 
 they did to our wounded ! ' 
 
 " Oh, the brute ! " said another. " How I wish / 
 was the Surgeon. Pd soon settle him ! ' 
 
 The men were indifferent. 
 
 " Poor devil," they seemed to say. " No doubt 
 he was fighting against his will." 
 
 On the quiet I watched him many times during 
 the afternoon, and his stoicism rather gained my 
 respect. He was in much pain, so the Doc told me ; 
 but he bore it like a Spartan. 
 
 The fellow's brows gathered when he was first 
 spoken to by the Surgeon, but his face gradually 
 cleared when he understood what was doing. No 
 doubt it was hard for him to realise that he would 
 get the same careful treatment as ourselves. That 
 sort of thing certainly makes the Boche wounded 
 think a lot. 
 
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 After his operation he bore up with the same brave 
 spirit, and it was not long before we were offering 
 him cigarettes. Bit by bit his story came out. He 
 was a professor of philosophy in a German University 
 when called up, and had been in the thick of the 
 awful business : under-fed and under-clothed for 
 over eighteen months. He fully imagined he would 
 be starved in our hospital ; for all his Division 
 believed we were on our last legs for want of food. 
 
XXII 
 
 IT is astonishing how, out of sheer cussedness and 
 a determination not to be beaten, one will sometimes 
 gamble on a small issue of no great importance, 
 which, if lost, may have disastrous and far-reaching 
 results. 
 
 One day I had a very close call. 
 
 I was getting rather " cocky 3> about manipulating 
 the iron suspension splint carrying the arm, which 
 still had to be kept at right angles to the body, and 
 horizontal. 
 
 A most fascinating book was absorbing my atten- 
 tion. The bed was comfortable in the extreme. My 
 pipe was drawing beautifully up to a point. Then 
 it went out. The dramatic climax was fast approach- 
 ing, and I wanted that pipe drawing properly at the 
 critical moment. I turned for my matches and 
 they tumbled on the floor. The Sister was enjoying 
 a siesta, and the Orderly was not to be seen (rather a 
 habit with some hospital Orderlies !). So I schemed 
 and schemed to recover the fallen property. 
 
 Inch by inch I moved and lowered my arm from 
 the edge of the cupboard on the left to a pillow on 
 the ground. I reckoned by lowering the splint down 
 with the right hand I would be able to get at the 
 matches. 
 
 All went well for the first six inches. But my 
 strength suddenly gave way. Something fell with 
 a thud ; and I was falling over a precipice : falling, 
 
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 falling, falling ! Then I rose in an aeroplane, and 
 travelled hundreds of miles to the constant whirr of 
 the propeller. By degrees the buzz became less and 
 less, and melted into voices ; and the wings of the 
 machine narrowed into a pair of shoulders. 
 
 When I woke up completely, the House Surgeon 
 and the Sister were having a grave consultation. 
 
 " How did it all happen ? : she asked presently. 
 
 I told her ; and she looked as angry as her anxiety 
 would permit. Then I elaborated some rather lame 
 excuses. She beat the floor impatiently with her 
 foot. 
 
 " And all over a beastly box of matches ! Fancy 
 risking an arm for a match. Just like a man ! If 
 you attempt such a thing again, I shall make up your 
 bed on the floor, then you can't fall. Matches, 
 indeed ! ' 
 
 I was nearly retorting that many a man had risked 
 far more than an arm for one particular kind of 
 match ; but she mightn't have seen it. Then I 
 would have had to argue the point of the joke, and 
 possibly she, woman-like, would have rushed off at a 
 tangent into another homily about getting your 
 fingers or arm burnt, or broken, or amputated, or 
 something very dreadful, and I didn't feel up to it. 
 A good long sleep was the one thing in life, at that 
 moment, to be desired above all else. 
 
 One morning the Sister was unusually long in 
 fussing about the beds and " tidying up." We all 
 wondered what was in the wind. 
 
 " Some one's going to see you to-day," she said 
 tantalisingly. " Some one very nice ! ' 
 
 " What some pretty girls ? ' 
 
 " Some girls, indeed ! How many do you want ? : 
 
 " Oh, about a dozen. We don't see much of 
 them in the front line, you know. It would buck a 
 
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 fellow a bit to see some skirts from Bond Street or 
 Piccadilly." 
 
 " Well, I won't tell you. Wait and see." 
 
 Of course he popped in almost unexpectedly, and 
 took the Sister by surprise. I think she intended 
 to put up fresh curtains on the cupboard fronts, and 
 to wax the floor, and array some festoons of flowers, 
 and steal a few pot -pi ants from the town for the 
 occasion. 
 
 But he was a busy man, and could only be a few 
 hours away from Headquarters. 
 
 He came in, a spare, well-set, upright, trim, 
 bronzed, and soldierly figure ; quick of step, with 
 restless, penetrating grey eyes that took in every- 
 thing at a glance. He wore the Australian service 
 hat caught up at the side. He moved quickly 
 forward and greeted the Sister with a friendly smile. 
 
 Yes. It was " Birdy " otherwise Sir William 
 Birdwood, with three rows of ribbon decorations- 
 commanding the Australian Army in France. No 
 wonder his magnetism helped to make the Austra- 
 lians put forth the efforts they did on the Peninsula. 
 Here was a Soldier every inch of him, whom any 
 man would be proud to follow ! 
 
 There were three English officers on my left, and 
 he had a cheery word for each. Then he came to me, 
 the first Australian he saw, sat on the bed, asked me 
 all about it ; and chatted like one friend to another. 
 
 " Ah, yes : the th. I know all about them. 
 
 Fine work they did in the previous show, too. By 
 the way, how's old Watchdog getting on ? : 
 
 That was our Brigadier's nickname. And it came 
 out as glibly as from one of us. 
 
 " Well, get that arm better quickly, lad. I want 
 all the good officers I can get this year. Good 
 luck ! ' 
 
 Just a judicious bit of " kid " in that remark, 
 
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 He came in again three days later. On approach- 
 ing my bed, he said : 
 
 " Well, how's the arm ? Good ! Let me see, you 
 were with the th at B , weren't you ? 3 
 
 He instantly called to mind my Unit, and their 
 part in the show. Truly a wonderful memory ! 
 
 The hospital method of introduction to neigh- 
 bours and people across the " street " is democratic 
 in the extreme. But there is a sort of etiquette, a 
 kind of unwritten law in regard to discussions, that 
 it is safer to observe. One then avoids the risk of 
 being snubbed. 
 
 For instance : a newly arrived patient, unless he 
 happens to know some one in the ward, must lie 
 comparatively low for the first day. He should 
 not be too ready to immediately join in the conversa- 
 tion much less lead it. This is the prerogative of 
 the " oldest inhabitants " : those who have seen the 
 entire ward cleaned out and re-stocked. Even if a 
 new-comer does happen to know more than the 
 " president ' about a certain stunt, he should not 
 be too eager to butt in until he has been properly 
 recognised and initiated into the Freemasonry of 
 the C.C.S. 
 
 On his second day he may safely approach his 
 neighbour, no matter who he is. 
 
 " When did you get hit, old thing ? ' ' he will ask 
 of the next " bed." 
 
 " First of the month." 
 
 " What, at F ? : 
 
 Yes. Where were your chaps ? ' 
 
 1 Oh, we were supporting the th Blankshires." 
 Where were you hit ? 3 
 
 " Lower leg. Fracture and flesh wound. Where 
 were you ? ' 
 
 " In the blinking shoulder-blade. Hurts like hell 
 
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 at night. Can't get to sleep for hours. By the 
 way, did you know poor old Will of the -th ? 
 Got his head blown off." 
 
 " Poor beggar ! Sam B. got simply shattered 
 to bits. I saw the shell burst. God ! It makes 
 me sick yet. Hard luck on his wife and three 
 kiddies." 
 
 So flows the conversation till bed-neighbours get 
 to be chums ; and in a day or two the talk extends 
 to a running cross-fire between both sides of the 
 tent. And within a week one gets to know the 
 names of all the inmates, until a move comes. Then 
 one has to start all over again. 
 
 One morning we tried the " thermometer ' trick 
 on the Sister. It very nearly succeeded. 
 
 We used to have morning tea at 6.30, after we had 
 been " washed." The plot was hatched the night 
 before. Each agreed to stow his tea away in his 
 cupboard, and do his best. 
 
 The tea was duly served; and afterwards the 
 Sister came round, put thermometers under our 
 tongues, and went out for a few minutes. She had 
 forgotten her record-book, and couldn't find her 
 pencil. Presently she returned, and began taking 
 temperatures. 
 
 At the first bed she stood puzzled, with knitted 
 brows. 
 
 " Are you feeling very hot, Mr. A. ? I can't make 
 it out. Your temperature is up four degrees." 
 
 I am a bit rotten, Sister. Somehow I'm all out." 
 
 " Would you like anything special for, say, 
 lunch ? " 
 
 Well, I could do a fruit salad, you know." 
 
 ' All right." She passed slowly to the next. 
 
 The same perplexed look on reading the mercury. 
 
 " You are up three degrees. Feeling all right ? " 
 
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 " Oh, not too bad. But I don't feel much like 
 breakfast. Seem to have gone off my tucker." 
 
 " But you simply must eat. How about a savoury 
 omelette and a fresh fish for lunch ? : 
 
 " Well, if you bring them along, I'll try, Sister." 
 
 Luckily the next case was only " one up." 
 
 But all were running extra temperatures, and the 
 Sister was getting quite worked up. The Doc would 
 blame her, and she could not account for it. What in 
 the world had happened ? 
 
 Then of course one blighter overdid it. His 
 temperature registered 110 ! 
 
 The nurse looked at him sharply. He failed to 
 meet her eye. In fact, there was the suggestion of a 
 sheepish smile on his face. He also happened to be 
 looking anything but hot. He, in fact, looked 
 particularly fresh and cool for a highly feverish 
 patient. 
 
 " Did you drink your tea this morning ? : asked 
 the Sister coldly. 
 
 " Ye-yes, Sister." 
 
 " AU of it ? ' 
 
 " Not quite. It was so blamed hot." 
 
 " So I should think." 
 
 Then she moved his cupboard curtain, and dis- 
 covered his tea almost untouched. 
 
 She was furious ! What seemed a joke to us 
 meant a lot of extra work for her, and a possible 
 reprimand from the Doc. 
 
 " There will be no tea to-morrow morning," she 
 announced sharply. " Nor any morning afterwards, 
 if this happens again. Tea is given you to drink 
 not to put thermometers into." And away she 
 sailed out of the ward in a perfect tantrum. 
 
 So, later in the day we got busy, collected half-a- 
 crown each, and sent an Orderly into town to get a 
 good big box of the best chocolates. 
 
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 In the evening the fellow who had blundered 
 presented the box to the Sister, with many blushes 
 and profuse apologies. 
 
 The Sister nearly cried. 
 
 " Oh, you're a lot of dear, good, thoughtless boys, 
 you are. Of course you didn't know it, but you 
 might have got me into an awful row over those 
 high temperatures. But fortunately Mr. R. saved 
 the situation." 
 
 We all laughed at R., who was covered with con- 
 fusion at the thought of his clumsiness, and took 
 cover under the friendly blankets. 
 
XXIII 
 
 THE day came for a move to " Blighty." 
 
 All those able to move collected round the bed 
 and we yarned about mates and war prospects. 
 
 With a " Cheerio ! " all round, and a hearty hand- 
 shake, I said good-bye to the mates in the C.C.S. 
 The place had become like a home, and the parting 
 was not easy. The stretcher was carried outside, 
 and headed for the long Red Cross train drawn up 
 on the rails a few yards distant. Then I couldn't 
 resist the temptation ! I asked the Orderlies to 
 stop a minute and call for the Sister. She came 
 rushing out. 
 
 " Forgotten something ? ' she asked eagerly. 
 
 " Yes, Sister. Would you mind getting me one 
 of those awfully pretty stories about nice girls, to 
 keep me company in the train ? '' 
 
 No request could have delighted her more. She 
 simply tore into the tent, and thrust into my hand 
 her latest literary candy stick-jaw. 
 
 The train stopped several times on the way, 
 and through the open door we would see twenty or 
 thirty Red Cross Cars, which came alongside, and 
 deposited their toll of wounded into our fast -fill ing 
 corridors. How it brought to mind that hellish 
 bombardment ! 
 
 At one stop, several 5-9's whistled overhead, and 
 burst some distance beyond. Fortunately, none 
 fell short, 
 
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 Night came on, and in spite of the good meals 
 and excellent attendance the long journey became 
 wearisome in the extreme. 
 
 Rouen was reached in due time, and here a fleet 
 of Red Cross cars carried some cases to hospitals, 
 and some to the waiting steamer. This boat had 
 all the wide saloon turned into an Officers' Ward, 
 and we were comfortably tucked into swinging cots 
 arranged in long rows with narrow passages between. 
 
 Here one sees English and Australian officers of 
 widely different units. But somehow one always 
 finds himself near an " Aussy," or next door to him. 
 
 " Hullo, Australia ! " is heard from the next bed. 
 " What part do you come from ? : 
 
 " Came down from B ' 
 
 " Cripes ! So did I. Where was your Unit in 
 the stunt? " 
 
 " On the left of Y " 
 
 " We were on your far right. How were you 
 hit? ' 
 
 " H.E., in the arm." 
 
 " So I see. Come from Sydney ? : It is never 
 New South Wales, or Victoria. Always Sydney or 
 Melbourne. 
 
 " No : Melbourne." 
 
 " Not a bad little town. Can't touch Sydney, 
 though. Look at our HARBOUR." It pops out as 
 naturally as " Daddy " from the lisping infant. 
 
 " Your what ? ' 
 
 " Sydney Harbour. Finest in the world." 
 
 A puzzled look. Then : " Did you say Harbour ? 
 In Sydney ? '' 
 
 " My Colonial ! Mean to say you've never seen 
 it? ' 
 
 He had taken the bait badly ! 
 
 " Never, and don't want to. I've heard about a 
 salt-water billabong somewhere near Sydney, all 
 
1 90 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 chock-full of sharks, and dirty wharves where you 
 can't tread for rats. Now, if you want to see a clean 
 sheet of water where you can get a decent breeze, 
 go to Port Philip Bay. You've got a bit of elbow- 
 room there" 
 
 And then the same old heated, acrimonious argu- 
 ment about the stuffiness of Sydney summer heat, 
 and the chilliness of Melbourne wind-swept winter. 
 The beauty of Sydney's mansions on the water 
 front, and the stateliness of Melbourne's broad 
 straight streets. The lures of Middle Harbour and 
 Manly; and the magnificence of St. Kilda Road 
 and the Botanic Gardens. 
 
 It is amusing, no doubt, to the listener, and helps 
 to pass the time to "lights out." 
 
 At midnight we move for dear Old England ! 
 
 The boat was quite still when I woke, and the 
 summer sun pouring through the port-holes. All 
 was bustle and movement on the wharves. There 
 were no ambulances this time. The Red Cross 
 train was waiting there on the wharf, and stretcher- 
 cases were carried across the gangway, and "put into 
 luxurious coaches de luxe ; all white and gold, 
 fitted with beautiful beds supported by white iron 
 uprights, and clothed with sweet-smelling sheets, 
 and soft, delicious blankets. 
 
 Both sides of the car had suspended doors, which 
 were left open, and the sun streamed in on a perfect 
 early summer's day. 
 
 It was in marked contrast to my first landing in 
 England in that bitter January. 
 
 Then the whole countryside was in the grim grip 
 of the severest winter experienced for many years. 
 The trees and bushes were absolutely naked. The 
 roads and fields and all bare places caked in slippery 
 mud frozen hard as cast-iron. The winds penetrated 
 
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 the warmest clothing, and the Antipodean wondered 
 if he would ever get warm. 
 
 But now, on this wonderful June morning ! 
 
 Fields were aglow with a warm, luscious green. 
 Red poppies opened their gay, cheeky faces amongst 
 the fast-growing wheat. The hedges were sprayed 
 white with myriads of hawthorn blossoms. Yellow 
 primroses, and dainty white daisies rioted amongst 
 the green pastures on all sides. Shy violets re- 
 sponded to the inviting sunshine along the banks 
 of the roads and on the slopes of the railway. Lazy, 
 fat cattle browsed and blinked amongst the feed, 
 or lay stretched out on the grass, drowsily chewing 
 the cud of contentment. Elms, stately oaks, ash, 
 chestnut-trees, and rich copper beeches reared their 
 dense foliage everywhere ; the sun in many places 
 rinding a difficulty in penetrating through the masses 
 of leaves. When it did, it made patchwork patterns 
 on the wide-spreading, well-groomed lawns beneath. 
 
 The landscape was dotted with farm-houses 
 flanked by thatch-roofed barns. Every now and 
 then solid mansions rose up, encircled with gardens 
 aglow with colour. Hamlets and villages with 
 ancient, square -towered, ivy-covered churches in 
 their midst ; the homes of the workers clustering 
 close by like chickens round a hen. To wns with 
 spires of old Gothic buildings, standing out clear 
 and above the congestion of houses and furnace 
 blasts. Rivers glistening in the sunlight, where 
 patient anglers tempted trout with hourly varying 
 bait. Boats and punts gliding over the smooth 
 surface of the stream, generally propelled by a man 
 in khaki showing a blue band round his arm, accom- 
 panied by his inevitable girl in white, reclining idly 
 in the thwarts of the craft, and twirling a coloured 
 sunshade resting in her hand. 
 
 Was it all real ? 
 
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 Could it be possible that a hundred miles away 
 raged at that very moment the most relentless and 
 bloodiest war in History ? 
 
 Some one was talking to me ! 
 
 " I don't think you will do that arm any good if 
 you try to raise yourself so high, sir." 
 
 It was the train Sister ! Back suddenly from 
 Heaven to Earth. 
 
 " Take this cool drink. Then I will get you 
 some more pillows and prop you up a wee bit 
 higher." 
 
 " Oh, but I don't want anything while this is on," 
 I protest as she proceeds to put some soft white 
 pillows under my shoulders. " Just look at that 
 Paradise ! No wonder English chaps in Australia 
 are always dreaming of a trip ' Home ' some day. 
 No wonder the Germans hate us so ! There can't 
 be anything to equal this in all the wide world ! ' 
 
 " Drink this, and lie down a bit," she insists, in 
 that firm, unmistakable way Sisters have. Some- 
 how, when the spell was broken, I began to feel 
 very tired; and in a few minutes must have gone 
 fast asleep. When I woke, the speed of the train 
 had slackened, and the beautiful panoramic land- 
 scape had given place to street after street of smoky, 
 crowded tenements. No sun -bathed gardens, but 
 a thin, yellowish mist through which the sun with 
 difficulty struggled ; and still the endless rows of 
 three- and four-storeyed dwellings, capped with 
 chains of four, six, eight, and ten chimney-pots. 
 
 Suddenly across the river, as the fog lifts, there 
 appears a small dome on the Embankment. The 
 Tate Gallery. A little further on rise two square 
 towers close together, with four pinnacles sur- 
 mounting each. Westminster Abbey ! The Mecca 
 of the Empire ! Then two taller towers, wide apart, 
 fashioned to the last fastidious touch with sym- 
 
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 metrical architectural beauty, the gold-leaf on the 
 one catching a glint of the sun as it gains superiority 
 over the fog. The Debating Hall of the World ! 
 
 We have reached our destination. 
 
 The train pulls up in Waterloo, and the engine 
 heaves what seems to be a great sigh of relief. 
 
 So do we ! 
 
 Orderlies cluster round, and ambulances fill the 
 roadway in the station. 
 
 Then begins a scene which a wounded soldier 
 does not forget in a hurry. 
 
 As the patient is transferred into the Red Cross 
 Car, a perfect deluge of flowers in season is poured 
 in upon him by the waiting crowd. It made one 
 catch the breath ! I was literally carried on a bed 
 of roses to the waiting van amidst a salvo of cheers 
 from the onlookers. 
 
 As luck would have it, I was the only officer 
 bound for a certain hospital ; and after an Orderly 
 had made me comfortable, a radiant woman in 
 white came up, and offered me a cup of cocoa. 
 Then, as the car started, she got in, and said she 
 was to see me to the hospital. She was a thorough- 
 bred to the finger-tips ! She fussed about to make 
 quite sure all was right, and then she sat down 
 beside me, and plied me with some delicious cigar- 
 ettes, that were a special brand of her own. 
 
 As she laughed and chatted beneath her bewitching 
 white hat; I wondered if that ghastly shelling was 
 still going on across the water ! 
 
 These wonderful women of England devote them- 
 selves to making the lot of the wounded easier. 
 This one told me she met every Red Cross train 
 that came to Waterloo, often getting up at 2 a.m. ; 
 and then sometimes she had to wait on a cold night 
 hours before a belated train arrived. But she 
 seemed proud of it, and infinitely pleased that she 
 
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 was privileged to do so. Surely these women have 
 done magnificently in this war ! 
 
 It was a warm, bright day, and the end of the 
 motor was left open. As we progressed, it amused 
 me vastly to see men and women along the pave- 
 ment stop, turn round, and wave hats and handker- 
 chiefs to the invalid within. Further on, the pupils 
 of a school were enjoying their play-hour, and these 
 crowded the fence, many standing on the railings, 
 and cheered in a way that only kids can cheer. 
 This appealed to me more than anything else ; and 
 borrowing the lady's cambric handkerchief, I waved 
 it as best I could with the right hand, until the 
 lusty-throated youngsters were lost to view. 
 
 It brought to mind the first Bed Cross train I 
 saw when landing in France to go up the line. It 
 was pretty full, and many men were badly knocked 
 about, and much bandaged. It made one feel 
 queer then, and wonder if he would come back in 
 such a way. One felt an admiration for the wounded 
 heroes akin to awe. . . . And now, here was I, 
 treating all this fuss as more of a joke than anything 
 else. 
 
 At the hospital, my beautiful companion thrust 
 a lot of her choice cigarettes on me, wished me the 
 best of luck, and raced back in the motor to act 
 the Good Samaritan to the next batch of wounded. 
 
 After being reported, and "case 7 sheet handed 
 in, and my ' label ' examined, I was put on a 
 wheeled stretcher, and trundled through a long, 
 winding, covered-in " lane," and wheeled into a 
 well -lit ward containing about thirty beds, and 
 was handed over to the Sister in charge. 
 
 Another change of " suit," and I was then tucked 
 comfortably in bed. 
 
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 The place contained about an equal number of 
 Australian and English officers, all good fellows, 
 and mostly well on the mend. Introductions here 
 were rapid and spontaneous. There was none of 
 that restraint between members of different parts 
 of the Empire, about which one heard in the earlier 
 part of the war. It was a good beginning, and I 
 looked forward to a pleasant time in this new 
 home. 
 
XXIV 
 
 " HULLO, Australia ! : greeted my ears early 
 next morning. " How's the arm? : 
 
 " Tip-top, Wales. How's the Fusilier leg pro- 
 gressing ? : 
 
 " What's left of it is giving me hell. But it's 
 getting on slowly." 
 
 Then an interchange of experiences amongst the 
 mud, duckboards, "Pineapples," "Coal-scuttles," 
 " Expresses," " Jack Johnsons," and Whiz- 
 bangs " follows. 
 
 The breakfast hour approaches. 
 
 Many laggards will not get out of bed. The old 
 hands, who are near to convalescence, are the worst. 
 Some will even get up, bath, shave, go back to bed 
 again, and sleep till the last minute. And that 
 makes the nurses wild. 
 
 One chap was the limit. He would snore on, 
 having got back to bed after the nurse had made it 
 while he was away in his bath. 
 
 " Mr. A., will you get up, please ? ' 
 
 " M m m from beneath the blankets. 
 
 " Come on now. No nonsense. I know you're 
 awake." 
 
 " No'm not." More snores. 
 
 " Mr. J.," cries the exasperated nurse, turning 
 round, " will you please help Mr. A. out of bed ? : 
 
 J. and several over-willing hands cluster quickly 
 round, and with a cheerful ' One, two, three," 
 
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 heave the offender out on to the floor, pulling the 
 clothes clear at the same time. 
 
 " All right, you blighters ! " threatens the drowsy, 
 blinking one. " Wait till to-morrow morning. I'll 
 be even with you." 
 
 And feeling very sorry for himself, A. continues 
 on the floor for some minutes, indulging in much 
 head-scratching and arm-rubbing. Finally, by a 
 great effort, he drags himself up into a sitting 
 position on the bed ; and looking ruefully at his 
 garments, begins to don them one by one. 
 
 There are three kinds of breakfasts. 
 
 Bed-cases have theirs brought in on little tables 
 with short legs, and these are perched on the bed- 
 clothes. Others who can get up, but cannot leave 
 the ward, collect at a table in the centre of the room. 
 And then those who are able go down the alley-way 
 to the Mess Room. 
 
 And that journey to and from meals is always a 
 most interesting sight. The variety in dress and 
 means of locomotion is sometimes comical. 
 
 There is a brand of ward dressing-gown that 
 looks very much like an old Indian blanket, and 
 some of these have gaping tears about the arm -pits 
 or in the back. Dull reds and blanket-blue are 
 much in evidence. Then come the fancy ones 
 unmistakable gifts from adoring mothers, sisters, 
 or sweethearts. They vary from grey silk to useful 
 warm-coloured fawn, and sport girdles with tassels 
 at the ends. 
 
 One fellow suffered much barracking over a 
 gaudy orange -coloured silk garment that reminded 
 one of a Mandarin in The Mikado. Somehow, the 
 ward felt they had been slighted over the matter. 
 It was altogether too outre, and before this inno- 
 vation they felt they should have been consulted. 
 
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 All might have gone well with it, but the flaunt 
 of the owner soon became unbearable. So one 
 evening, as the gaudy vanity was making an 
 unusually bold parade, half-a-dozen : blankets ' 
 set on to him, and literally tore it from his back, 
 and thence into shreds. After that he came out on 
 parade in a sober " blanket." 
 
 Those whose wounds are above Plimsoll mark 
 and healing, walk along normally. Some have an 
 eye, or the greater part of the head, or an ear 
 swathed in white bandages. Others have an arm 
 in a sling, either on a splint, or suspended from the 
 neck by a handkerchief. Then come the ' 4 crutch ' 
 cases. Some have the leg bent at the knee, or foot 
 simply held clear of the ground. Others have a 
 long band passing under the foot and round the 
 neck. A few are very independent, and hop along 
 without any crutches at all. No " wheel -chair ' 
 cases go down to the mess for meals, but these 
 propel themselves up to the table in the ward. 
 
 Often, of necessity, there is much mutual help 
 at the table. A fellow with one hand has to have 
 his food cut up, and this his neighbour generally 
 does. 
 
 In the ward itself, some have to be fed like 
 infants. Others have both eyes bandaged, and have 
 to be treated similarly. A few have special invalid's 
 food. But all is done in the utmost good-humour, 
 and with a constant exchange of banter. 
 
 " How much longer are you going to swing the 
 lead, Jim ? : ' asks some one of a helpless eater. 
 
 " How many Boards are you going to break 
 before going back to the Front ? : retorts the one 
 unjustly accused. 
 
 " Well, I don't know," says a third. I don't 
 mind when I go back to France again. I'm sick 
 of this monotonous life." 
 
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 A derisive laugh greets this patriotic speech. 
 
 " I mean what I say," protests the last speaker. 
 "I'd sooner be out of this and over there." 
 
 " At least you've got a comfortable and clean bed, 
 and good meals here," suggests a quiet fellow, who 
 is minus an arm and part of one leg. 
 
 There is a short silence. 
 
 " Well, all I can say is," puts in another, ' that 
 the fellow who wants to go back to it after Fleur- 
 baix, Pozieres, Bullecourt, or Messines, is either a 
 glutton, a blithering idiot, or a blinded, blinking 
 liar." 
 
 The speaker had lost an eye, and had an arm 
 much bandaged. Every one knew of the heroic 
 part he had played in one of these stunts ; and 
 further discussion dropped. 
 
 The " cot ' cases have by far the most trying 
 time, and the weary monotony of lying in bed hour 
 after hour almost drives one mad. If interspersed 
 with pain, the hours seem to stretch out eternally 
 through the long days. True, there are gramo- 
 phones in nearly every ward, each with a goodly 
 number of records, and during the mornings these 
 are generally going on and off till lunch-time. 
 
 One of the best God-sends to the bed-ridden 
 patient is the jigsaw puzzle. The large ones are 
 particularly good and excellently cut, and it some- 
 times takes a good sticker a couple of days to piece 
 together the hundreds of very similar parts. 
 
 But it is the afternoons which drag so inter- 
 minably. If one happens to have plenty of London 
 friends, it is all right. Without these, the first few 
 days are very hard to get through, unless a regular 
 Hospital Visitor happens along. 
 
 Bed -making offers a little diversion after breakfast. 
 
2OO Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 Some fellows who can't get up delight in irritating 
 the Sister by thrusting toes beyond the blankets 
 when the last " hand-pat ' has been given just 
 like kids of six. Others, in dressing-gowns, en- 
 deavour to take lessons in the mystic art. 
 
 " Come on, Sister, I'll give you a hand," volun- 
 teers a chap, hobbling in from breakfast. 
 
 The Sister has turned the mattress, and put on 
 the " ground sheet." She lays on another, and 
 tucks in her side. The helper inspects, tries to 
 do the same, and thinks he has. 
 
 " All right ? ' ' asks the Sister. 
 
 " Eight as rain." 
 
 The first blanket is now laid on, tucked in neatly 
 at the foot, and on one side, and turned down at 
 the head. 
 
 " All correct. Next blanket, Sister." 
 
 But a suspicious fold catches her critical eye. She 
 comes round and inspects. 
 
 " Didn't I tell you to fold the sheet under so ? '' 
 she says energetically, pulling out the laboured 
 work of the assistant. 
 
 " So I did. I'll bet you a dollar I did, Sis." 
 
 " Yes, but it's all wrinkles.'' 
 
 " Well, what difference does it make ? The 
 blankets hide the blooming wrinkles, don't they ? : 
 
 " Just like a man," with withering scorn. " How 
 can you get a bed properly tidy if you don't begin 
 at the bottom ? : 
 
 " Oh, all right," grumbles the man, hands in 
 dressing-gown pocket, as his laborious work is 
 pulled to ^pieces. 
 
 " Now/'don't get sulky," comes crisply from the 
 Sister. ;-' r I'll show you just how it all ought to be 
 done, and then you can try for yourself to-morrow," 
 
 She^finishes with a final smack. 
 
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 " Nothing wrong with that, is there ? : she asks 
 triumphantly. 
 
 " Yes, a good deal wrong." 
 
 " What, pray ? : 
 
 " The contour of the pillows in this bed is not in 
 line with that of the next bed. The edge of this 
 quilt is not parallel with the ground : it is distinctly 
 off the level. And the perimeter of the- 
 
 But a well-directed pillow from the opposite bed 
 catches him full in the face, and stops his flow of 
 language. 
 
 Next day, taking his courage in both hands, he 
 proceeds to make his bed according to specification. 
 After much laying and re-laying and with many 
 sighs, he finishes, putting on the quilt with extra 
 care, and carefully tucking in the foot ends. 
 
 He turns with great satisfaction to the passing 
 Sister. 
 
 " There you are, Sis," he exclaims proudly. 
 " How's that ? ' 
 
 She looks at it critically, finds only two small 
 creases, and straightens the pillow a quarter of an 
 inch. 
 
 Then, inclining her head suspiciously : 
 
 " Did you turn the mattress before starting ? ' 
 
 A dead silence ! Of course he had forgotten ! 
 
 " I'm afraid you'll have to do it again. It's a 
 rule of the hospital that beds must be turned 
 daily." 
 
 When the Sister's back is turned, the air is lurid 
 and stifling with language ; and amidst much 
 barrack from the " street " he slowly makes the bed 
 again. When nearly finished, while his back is 
 turned, the fellow next door inserts a crutch into 
 the clothes and pulls the whole pile dishevelled to 
 the floor. There is a simmer of laughter from beds 
 
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 near by, which the victim fails to understand. All 
 at once his suspicions are aroused. He turns round, 
 and beholds the wreck. 
 
 * " Well, that's the last time I'll make a blanky 
 bed in this blighted ward, anyhow." 
 
 Wound-dressing takes up a little time, and if 
 progress is good, this is the most interesting part 
 of the day. 
 
 " Can I get up to-morrow, Sister ? : 
 
 " Patience, my dear man. In three days 
 perhaps. It all depends on the Doc." 
 
 So there is nothing for it but to smoke and read, 
 read and smoke, and write letters, letters, letters ! 
 
 How one looks for the post in the morning ! 
 Only those kept close in bed for some time can 
 realise how greedily letters from home, chums, and 
 friends are devoured, read, and re-read many times 
 over. 
 
 The visiting hours are from 2 to 5 daily. 
 
 The stream of visitors begins just before the 
 appointed time, and the ward is dotted with laugh- 
 ing, smiling faces, clustered round different beds. 
 Gifts of fruit, flowers, and sweets are lavished on 
 sons, and brothers, and sweethearts. Lucky are 
 those who possess friends and relatives near at hand. 
 
 One day the typical " professional : lady visitor 
 came along, gushing and insincere. A few stereo- 
 typed questions, and carefully moulded smiles, and 
 she passed on to the next bed. 
 
 Now, this was occupied by a rather nervous, shy 
 chap, and in addition to being wounded in the 
 region of the back, he had recently developed boils 
 on the neck, which were protected with bandages. 
 So she turned to him effusively, and asked : 
 
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 ' Oh, you poor fellow ! Were you wounded very 
 bad in the neck ? Is it very painful ? : 
 
 " Oh, no, madam, thank you. It's boils I have 
 in the neck." 
 
 " I see. Then you were not wounded ? How 
 perfectly delightful ! : 
 
 I- -I was wounded as well, madam," he explained 
 apologetically, blushing slightly. 
 
 " Were you indeed ? How frightfully awful." 
 Then, noticing a movement of the elbow, she added : 
 " In the arm, I suppose ? : 
 
 " No, madam. In in the back." 
 
 1 Poor fellow ! How dreadful in the extreme. 
 And I suppose your spine is injured ? Not very 
 badly ? ' 
 
 " N-no. Not exactly. You see, I was hit further 
 down I mean that is as far back as possible." 
 
 There was a tense silence ! Then she rose 
 abruptly, and went sailing out of the ward majestic- 
 ally, without further visits, much to every one's 
 relief. 
 
 Those that can get out, and wish to be later than 
 7 p.m., must obtain leave passes from the Registrar. 
 The less fortunate watch the return of the wanderers, 
 and know pretty well to the minute when each will 
 appear. 
 
 A few begin to dribble back at ten minutes to 
 seven the new, and conscientious, hands. But 
 nearly all of the early birds do not get back till 
 getting on for half -past seven. 
 
 The majority of the late ones return in an inter- 
 mittent stream up to 10.30. If one is after that, 
 he has to face the Registrar in the morning ; and 
 unless he has a satisfactory excuse, he gets a few 
 days' " C.B." 
 
 Lights are put out at 10.15; and, of course, none 
 
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 of the late-comer begins to undress before then. 
 Up to eleven o'clock these will continue in under- 
 tones to tell mates of the places they have been to, 
 the girls they have met, and the merits of all the 
 various shows. By the time one has been in a 
 week, he knows the merits or otherwise of every 
 play in London. 
 
 But he must not trust second-hand judgment 
 too implicitly. I have heard the same play lauded 
 to the skies or trampled in the dust by different 
 fellows who make a point of going to everything. 
 
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 SOMETIMES the ward is quiet and well-behaved ; 
 but occasionally (especially after a dull day) the 
 young bloods get up to all sorts of pranks, and the 
 place resembles somewhat the dormitory of a 
 Public School. 
 
 No. 6 is known to have had a long, arduous day ; 
 for did he not say with a certain amount of swagger 
 that he was going to meet friends (the usual sex) 
 up the river, and row them up to Boulter's Lock ? 
 What right had he to boast about it, anyway ? 
 Was not the confinement in the ward hard enough 
 for others to bear without him blowing about what 
 he was going to do on the Thames ? Therefore 
 No. 6 must pay the penalty of his unpardonable 
 liberty. 
 
 His pyjamas are handed to a nurse in the know, 
 and she skilfully sews up arm and leg apertures with 
 a close, experienced stitch. None of your careless 
 men's " tacking ' that is unravelled with one cut 
 of the knife and a pull. But sewing that takes 
 many minutes to undo. After that, the legs and 
 arms are knotted securely by hands that have 
 learned 'Engineering Expedients.'' The garments 
 are then stowed away in the bathroom. 
 
 His bed is made into that form of irritation to 
 the weary known as " apple-pie." Before this is 
 done, wisps of cut straw and small bits of far- 
 gathered stinging nettle are put in near the foot 
 
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 of the bed, so as not to be disturbed in the process 
 of re-making. 
 
 No. 6 turns up at 10.40; tired, hungry, and 
 thirsty ! 
 
 He goes into the kitchen to find an empty cocoa 
 jug. This he bangs on the stove, returns dejectedly 
 to his bed, and sits down. 
 
 It is very hard to see, with only two dim, shaded 
 lamps ; and after much tugging and straining, he 
 shoots his boots noisily on to the floor. 
 
 " Mr. Tubb," warns the Sister, who has just come 
 in, 'I must ask you not to make a noise and wake 
 other patients. You should have been in bed 
 before this." 
 
 " All right, Sister. But I missed my blooming 
 train." 
 
 He goes on disrobing until he reaches that stage 
 when it is necessary to put something else on. He 
 removes first one pillow and then another, turns 
 the blankets back, and pauses. 
 
 " D- - ! " floats softly on the night air. 
 
 Another hurried search, with similar results. 
 
 Who's taken my pyjamas ? : he asks peremp- 
 torily of no one in particular. A marked silence, 
 except for obviously laboured snoring in the imme- 
 diate neighbourhood of his bed. 
 
 (The Sister has gone to the other end of the 
 room.) 
 
 " Wha's matter ? " asks a muffled voice from the 
 depths of the blankets. 
 
 " Mr. Tubb," calls a light treble from the top of 
 the ward, ' ' I must again ask you not to disturb the 
 patients." 
 
 " Well, where 's my pyjamas, Sister ? : 
 ' / don't know. I'm sure I've no use for them." 
 
 Tubb scratches himself all over. Presently a 
 swishing through the air, followed by two dull 
 
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 thuds. One missile hits the middle of his back, 
 and the other lands on his head. 
 
 " All right, Nosey. Just you wait till I get you 
 in the morning. I knew you had done it." 
 
 (Some one had crept noiselessly into the bathroom, 
 and passed the ammunition to ' Nosey.") 
 
 A few moments of silence, followed by a period 
 of fitful breathing. 
 
 " What the blazes is up with the blinking things ? ' 
 He tries to force a passage, but all roads are firmly 
 closed. 
 
 You blighters," he cries directly, " just you 
 wait till I get hold of your things one of these 
 nights ! ' 
 
 And tossing the unyielding garments aside, he 
 elects to sleep in part of his day clothes. 
 
 Again a tense silence, broken directly by un- 
 mistakable titters from the beds near by. 
 
 ' Oh, so you're in it, too, are you, Sneezer ? This 
 ward seems full of blithering idiots to-night." 
 
 With that he gets out, and hastily re -makes his 
 bed in the dark. He then climbs between the sheets. 
 
 There is a stifled yell, mixed with picturesque 
 language, as his feet touch the nettles, and he 
 makes a dive for Sneezer's bed and pulls off the 
 clothes. 
 
 ' I didn't touch your blooming bed, you ass," 
 cries Sneezer emphatically; and seizing his two 
 pillows, he brings them down with full force on 
 Tubb's head. 
 
 Well, it was you" cries the short-tempered 
 Tubb, flying across the room, and pulling the 
 clothes off another innocent. 
 
 'No, it wasn't." And down come his two 
 pillows. It is the signal for a general melee ; and 
 for some minutes all who can get out of bed engage 
 in a whole-hearted pillow-fight. 
 
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 In the middle of it the Sister, who has been busy 
 in the kitchen, pops in, turns the switch on, and 
 floods the room with light. 
 
 There ensues a furious scuttle to friendly bed- 
 clothes, but three of the obvious culprits are too 
 slow. Tubb, dishevelled, and breathing heavily, 
 is on the floor, in the middle of the battlefield. 
 
 " Mr. Tubb," she says icily, " if this occurs again, 
 I shall have to report you to the Registrar. It's 
 perfectly disgraceful ! '' 
 
 Then, turning to the others : 
 
 " And you, too ! You're nothing more nor less 
 than a pack of schoolboys. In future there will be 
 only one shaded light in the ward, and it will be 
 on my desk." 
 
 " Oh, let up, Sis," calls a persuasive voice. " We 
 were all in it. It was only a lark." 
 
 " Well, keep your larks for daytime," retorts 
 she, somewhat mollified. " Go on. Shoo ! Off to 
 bed the lot of you, and behave yourselves ! ' 
 
 We did behave for a short space ; but she was a 
 real good sort, and didn't mind a joke within 
 reason. 
 
 She kept a rather pretty-sounding bell on her 
 table. One night it was not there. Also, the 
 gramophone had not been put away. 
 
 When she sat down at her shaded lamp after the 
 ward had become quite quiet, there presently 
 sounded a musical tinkle from the far end of the 
 room. She did not catch on at first, but got up, 
 visited every bed once more, and sat down again 
 to read. 
 
 Five minutes of silence, and then a decided 
 " tonkle-tonkle ' of a small cow-bell. 
 
 She looked round, puzzled. There was not a 
 move in any bed. All occupants were quite still. 
 
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 Another " tonkle-tonkle-tonkle ' while she was 
 looking. 
 
 Of course, she knew what was on then, and 
 entered into the joke. Who was the culprit ? 
 While she was trying to locate the offender, the 
 gramophone started a tune on its own. This was 
 getting uncanny ! She looked almost frightened. 
 Again a long, and this time a loud and defiant, 
 peal of the cattle-bell. We all burst out laughing. 
 
 It took two or three more " peals ' before she 
 found the bell, which was tied under a certain bed. 
 
 " You, Mr. W.," she reproached. " I never 
 thought you could be such a baby." 
 
 " It wasn't me, Sister," protested W., ungram- 
 matically. 
 
 Then she felt all round the bell, and her fingers 
 encountered some cotton I This was suddenly 
 snapped and hauled away rapidly ; and to this day 
 she is ignorant of who operated those two connecting 
 pieces. 
 
 Our Sister possessed that infinite charm of 
 womanhood known as mother-instinct. She seemed 
 to look upon us each as one of her own family of 
 boys. 
 
 Hence, when my great day arrived, and I was 
 allowed to get up, she spent many minutes in 
 arranging and re-arranging an arm-sling that would 
 give the maximum of comfort. Then I was solemnly 
 enjoined to "be careful " and not bump into things, 
 or I would promptly be put back to bed ! 
 
 It was an infinite joy, after being a prisoner for 
 so long, to wander among the wards, and out into 
 the large grassy grounds, where the sun shone the 
 warmest of welcomes. 
 
 " Hullo, you old blighter ! where did you spring 
 from ? : And turning round, one sees a brother 
 o 
 
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 Officer on crutches who was a member of the same 
 Training Battalion Mess over in England. He had 
 joined in the stunt at the last moment, and had 
 been wounded on the third day. Another and 
 another Officer of the same Brigade came along, and 
 we are all a happy family, going over again the 
 tragedies of that shell -fire. 
 
 Out on the " esplanade," a Sergeant and a private 
 who came on the same boat from Australia greet 
 one. The whole morning is taken up with such 
 meetings. 
 
 At lunch one goes down to the Mess Room for 
 the first time. When it is over, men who have got 
 passes simply pour out, pass through the hospital 
 gates to the outer world of 'buses, motors and 
 trains, and the busy bustle of city life. How one 
 envies them ! 
 
 Next morning : 
 
 " Can I go out to-morrow, Sister ? ' 
 
 " Certainly not ! You have got to be very, very 
 careful for a few days. You might get run over." 
 
 " Oh, rot ! I'm all right. When can I go ? : 
 
 " Well, perhaps the day after to-morrow. But 
 you must have some one with you ; and must not 
 ride on a 'bus." 
 
 " Good-oh ! I'll hire a nurse with a feeding- 
 bottle and a perambulator." 
 
 Then she throws a cushion at me and glides off. 
 
 In two days I remind her of her promise. She 
 demurs a while, feels the arm, the sling, adjusts 
 my tie, and straightens my hat. She is about to 
 put a blue band round my arm, when suddenly 
 she remembers. 
 
 " Who's going with you ? ' 
 
 " Mr. Box of B2 Ward," I reply glibly. I have 
 not seen him for two days ; but it came out quite 
 pat. 
 
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 " Very well. And remember, no 
 
 Away I went, out of the gates ; and joined a 
 knot of Officers waiting for the 'bus. Presently it 
 came up. 
 
 " Wounded first," called the conductor to the 
 crowd round the steps. All civilians stood by and 
 allowed us to enter. Inside, ladies offered their 
 seats to any one with a blue band on the arm. 
 
 But I was for the top. 
 
 Laboriously I climbed the steps ; and when near 
 the summit the "bus gave a preliminary jerk, 
 which brought the game arm suddenly in contact 
 with the hand-rail. I squirmed, and nearly fell 
 off the steps. The conductor yelled out to the 
 driver to wait, and the 'bus kept still till I was 
 seated. There was some sense in the Sister's advice, 
 after all ! 
 
 But the mishap is quickly forgotten in the joy 
 of bowling along once more in the open air through 
 the crowded street. Ah, it is good to be free again ! 
 The days will no longer drag ; for one can now go 
 where he pleases. 
 
 Of course one has afternoon tea at the Trocadero. 
 
 Here one meets three Officers at least who have 
 been Sergeants and Corporals in a Battalion in 
 Australia, and who have got commissions and 
 joined up with various Units. 
 
 In the street it is the same. 
 
 Privates, Sergeants, and Officers one has met 
 with at different times happen along. Truly 
 London is the place of unexpected meetings. 
 
 There is an early show on at six o'clock. 
 
 Three of us go to it; enjoy every minute of the 
 time ; and between the items go over all our varied 
 adventures of the last few months. 
 
 Then, another restaurant ; a slap-up early supper 
 or late dinner; and it is time to catch a much- 
 
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 crowded 'bus so as to be back to hospital in proper 
 time. 
 
 I shall never forget that return ! 
 
 All the way back I was filled with the exultation 
 of freedom, and the jolly time I had had with old 
 friends. Truly I was lucky indeed to be able to 
 move about like this, after such a narrow squeak in 
 the lines. 
 
 Through the gates I went, whistling a lively tune ; 
 and on up the alley-way to the ward. 
 
 Evening " cocoa ' was on ; and joining the knot 
 round the kitchen stove, we discussed our various 
 doings. Then I went down towards my bed. 
 
 Four Officers had gone out opposite ; and another 
 had come in. 
 
 His eyes were bandaged, and his leg was in a 
 splint. Poor beggar ! What was the extent of his 
 injuries ? I wondered. 
 
 The Sister came up and asked about my doings. 
 I managed to wriggle through. Then she said, 
 pointing to the bed I had hardly noticed in the 
 dim light : 
 
 " This is an Australian Officer ; and I think he 
 has the same colours as yours. Would you like to 
 speak to him ? He is in rather a bad way." 
 
 My heart stood still. Was it surely never- 
 
 " What is his name ? ' My voice trembled. 
 
 " Redfern, I think. Yes, James Redfern." 
 
 So Jim had been cut up too ! Dick Dudley 
 killed ; and myself well, not too good. For it was 
 quite a problem yet whether my arm would be much 
 use. 
 
 Jim seemed to be asleep. So I asked the Sister : 
 What are his injuries ? ' 
 
 " Both eyes badly cut about ; one quite gone, 
 I am afraid; and the other well, in six months 
 he may see a little." She stopped. 
 
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 " Anything else ? " I inquired. 
 
 " A bullet knocked his hip-bone and lower spine. 
 I'm afraid he'll never walk again." She sighed, 
 and turned away. 
 
 I nearly broke down. Rather than be like poor 
 old Jim, I would sooner have been dead. A blind 
 cripple ! It was horrible ! Those cursed Germans ! 
 All their doing. And then surged through me an 
 intense desire to get well, and be at them again as 
 quickly as possible. There would be no quarter 
 to any of those swine if ever I was lucky enough 
 to have another go at them ! 
 
 And his poor wife and kiddies. What an awful 
 home-coming some day ! How different from what 
 we all had hoped, and even expected. 
 
 Jim stirred, and turned his head. I came up. 
 
 " Hullo, old chap," I said, " How do you feel 
 now? ' 
 
 " That you, Frank ? Fancy meeting you at last. 
 I wondered where on earth you might have got 
 to. What luck to be together again ! How do I 
 feel ? Oh, not so bad. You see, my back's all 
 numb, or I would be having a hell of a time. My 
 eyes ache a bit ; but Doc says it will be all right 
 after the rotten one is taken out; and the other 
 will be O.K. some day." 
 
 Cheerful and hopeful ! Under such conditions ! 
 
 I gulped ; pulled myself together ; and said in a 
 jocular way as best as I could : 
 
 ' Good old Jim ! Lucky to be here, anyhow ; 
 and you'll be all right in time. Perfect wonders 
 the Docs here. Give chaps new skulls and legs 
 and arms in no time." 
 
 Then he told me all about the awful time he had 
 on the last days. Shrapnel and whiz-bangs searched 
 " C " Company when they reached a new position, and 
 man after man fell. All the N.C.O.'s were knocked 
 
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 out or killed except a Lance- Corporal ; and only 
 twenty men and Jim were left to carry on. Just 
 as reinforcements were arriving, a machine-gun 
 located them, and Jim got it in the hip. Shortly 
 afterwards a whiz-bang flashed right overhead, and 
 both his eyes seemed to go right out. 
 
 " That is L./C. B. ; and the finest man in the Co. 
 He is to be recommended for a commission." 
 
 From that time onwards till I left the hospital, 
 I was constantly with Jim ; and it was wonderful 
 how his spirits kept up. He did not know he was 
 a permanent cripple; and that the chances were 
 against his ever seeing again with his remaining 
 eye ; and I did all I could to foster his hopes. 
 
 Of course I read and wrote all his correspondence 
 home. His people would know something of his 
 injuries by official cable ; but his letters would 
 have them believe that he was only temporarily 
 on his back; and would soon be able to see better 
 with one eye than with two. 
 
 Good old Jim. He had plenty of pluck ! 
 
 At meal -times I helped to feed him ; and he would 
 crack weird jokes about the size of his mouth and 
 the condition of his teeth if I happened to make a 
 bad shot. 
 
 Then later on I would get his cigarettes and 
 pipe. At first he let me light them ; but presently 
 became independent and wanted to light them 
 himself. It made him feel he was really making 
 progress. But one day the head of a lighted 
 match flew off when no one was looking, fell on the 
 sheet, and set it on fire. It was not a very big 
 fire ; but we had to do the cigarette or pipe lighting 
 after that. 
 
 He was not to be beaten, however. He insisted 
 on washing, and shaving himself with a " safety." 
 These took up quite a while each day; and he did 
 
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 it tolerably well. But one day he upset the water 
 on his bed. He had to beg hard of the Sister 
 before she would let him continue in these daily 
 diversions. 
 
 We got him some of the larger-sized jigsaw 
 puzzles, and for hours at a time he would fiddle 
 about with these ; and sometimes would complete 
 them in a wonderfully clever way. 
 
 He learnt to read by the Braille system; and 
 before long had gone through several books that 
 took quite a bit of reading. 
 
 The time came when he could be lifted to a wheel 
 stretcher; and then I used to take him down to 
 the large hall where excellent concerts and pierrot 
 shows were given every other day. He formed one 
 of many who had been wheeled down in a similar 
 manner, taking position amongst chair cases, men 
 on crutches, men with arms or legs bandaged and 
 in slings, heads and necks swathed, and those 
 with little outside evidence of severe wounds. 
 
 It is a strange assortment when all are gathered 
 together in the staged hall ; but the very last place 
 in the world in which to find depression. All is 
 gay talk and laughter and banter from one end of 
 the room to the other. 
 
 From the jump things go with a merry swing ; 
 for the boys are out to enjoy themselves, and the 
 adept performers find them an easy audience. 
 
 Encores are frequent and insistent; and topical 
 jokes simply bring down the house. But what 
 most fetches the house is a catchy, daring ditty 
 sung by a popular performer, where the song is 
 made personal by the singer coyly addressing her 
 lines to some one specially fitted for each verse. 
 
 Jim's face was a picture to see at his first concert. 
 It lit up with each number; and he laughed 
 
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 uproariously at the jokes. He seemed quite disap- 
 pointed when it was all over, and those who could 
 rose to sing the National Anthem. 
 
 " By Jove, Frank," he cried as I wheeled him 
 back, " what a perfectly ripping time I'm having 
 here ! " 
 
XXVI 
 
 ONE sees many kinds of billiard-playing amongst 
 cue-ists. This form of sport is almost a passion 
 with Australian patients. Morning tea and break- 
 fast are all right ; but miss your game of billiards 
 not on your life ! 
 
 Often, I would go along of a morning ; and even 
 bring Jim down with me. For although he could 
 not see, he followed the game very closely from 
 sound; and could nearly always tell the score of 
 any stroke. He was a keen player himself ; and 
 in time knew almost as well as we what stroke 
 was made, and the position of the balls on the 
 table. 
 
 Nothing could stop some disabled sports from 
 having their turn. 
 
 One good player had his left arm in a sling. But 
 he used the " rest " continuously, and put up a very 
 decent game. Another, with only a stump, did 
 the same thing. Fellows on crutches would play 
 their shot, and bump round on their wooden 
 supports for the next. One chap, once he got into 
 the room, discarded the crutches altogether, and 
 hopped all over the place to get at the balls. And 
 there was a ' chair ' ' case who would wheel up to 
 the table, take his shot, and propel his machine 
 round to a new position. And each of them went 
 through these evolutions just as if he had been 
 used to it all his life. 
 
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 Jim insisted on me going out pretty often, although 
 since I had seen him, the afternoons off had lost 
 much of their zest. 
 
 And yet the ride to and from the hospital was 
 always interesting. One misses the caustic humour 
 and banter of the good old horse-'bus drivers. But 
 some of the conductors of the motors are nevertheless 
 " characters." 
 
 Once a hard case had great difficulty in persuading 
 the surging crowd when his 'bus stopped that it was 
 absolutely full both inside and out. In spite of his 
 vigilance, a perky " Little Tich " in hotel uniform, 
 about three feet nothing in height, with cap at a 
 rakish angle and cane under the arm, hopped on to 
 the step, and was flitting upstairs like a bird. But 
 the conductor called out from within : 
 
 " 'Ere, come off o' that perch. There ain't no 
 room on top for you, Sparrer / 3 
 
 Some conductors' head-pieces rather resemble 
 certain officers' hats. On one occasion when it was 
 nearly dark, a hurried and flurried Sub jumped on 
 to the step. He was in doubt as to whether he had 
 caught the right 'bus. Now, there was a blue 
 " Brass Hat ' standing in the inside passage, half- 
 way down. The 'bus was in a hurry. So was the 
 Sub. Seeing, as he thought, the conductor's 
 back he leaned forward, gave it a prog, and 
 called 
 
 " I say, Moses, does this jigger go on to Piccadilly 
 Circus ? ' 
 
 There was a sudden turning movement inside : a 
 flushed and livery face ; and then an explosion : 
 
 " What the devil do you mean, sir ! What's your 
 name ? Your Regiment ? Damme, who's your 
 C.O., sir ? I'll have you ' 
 
 But the unlucky Sub heard nothing of the latter. 
 
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 He took a precipitous dive into the nearest friendly 
 bar. 
 
 Sometimes funny coincidences happen at matinees 
 (the only performances patients can attend). 
 
 A fellow will suddenly feel * fed up ' with every- 
 thing, and have a longing at breakfast to see a show. 
 He will say to his neighbour : 
 
 ' Got anything on to-day, old thing ? ! 
 N-no. Not much," replies the other cautiously. 
 Well, what about , going to a ' Wag-zig ' 
 matinee ? : 
 
 " 'Fraid I can't to-day, old chap. Can do it all 
 right Saturday." 
 
 " No good. Must do something to-day, or die." 
 
 At lunch both appear, reproachless, from shiny 
 boots to spotless silk necktie. 
 
 ' Goin' in ? 3 ' inquires one of the other during the 
 meal. 
 
 Yes. Got a taxi ? ' 
 
 You bet. Come along in mine." 
 
 Another silence. Then : " How far are you 
 going ? ' 
 
 " Oh, Piccadilly Circus." 
 ' Right-oh ! I'll get out at Hyde Park Corner." 
 
 They get into the taxi, and part at the Corner. 
 The remaining fare goes along to pick up his " girl." 
 Eventually he hands her into the cab, and they take 
 their seats at the show as the orchestra is half 
 through the overture. 
 
 Just as the curtain begins to rise, his mate, with 
 another girl, sits down next to them. They exchange 
 whispered greetings behind shapely shoulders, 
 
 " Gay old thing ! ' 
 
 " Sly old dog ! Ptt tell your Ma ! " 
 
 The air raids had started. 
 
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 One evening two of us went to one of those 
 matchless performances in the Queen's Hall, given 
 by Sir Henry Wood's Orchestra. 
 
 It was a " Wagner " night, and we fully expected 
 a meagre audience. Not much ! The place was 
 packed from floor to ceiling. . . . But of course all 
 that magnificent stuff was written many years 
 before German hoggishness was so much in evidence. 
 
 And what an orchestra ! 
 
 Thirty-four fiddles played in perfect time as one 
 man. Eight 'cellos and eight double basses the 
 same. 
 
 The wood -wind section (can't get out of military 
 terms, somehow) consisted of two flutes, four 
 clarionets and two bassoons. Four soft, mellow, 
 penetrating French horns, three trumpets, and four 
 trombones were allotted to the Brass (not " Brass 
 Hats," please!); tympani, big drum, kettledrum, 
 and cymbals provided the rowdy element (on a par 
 with 9'2's and 12-inch). And the gentle, liquid, 
 haunting harp, with its exquisite occasional ripple, 
 completed the " equipment." 
 
 Sir Henry Wood mounted the rostrum on the 
 tick. 
 
 At the first wave of his magical wand, the orchestra 
 breathed softly, solemnly, and with infinite tender- 
 ness, the first strains of the Prelude to Act III of 
 The Meister singers. Then the horns boomed out 
 their insistent, stately hymn ; and presently the 
 full-throated orchestra burst into rich, clamouring 
 harmony as the populace joins in unison to acclaim 
 the chief figure at the village festival. Once more 
 the orchestra dies down, until the first movement 
 closes in peaceful resignation. 
 
 And so on, a wonder of harmony and masterly 
 interpretation right through. At the end of the 
 first number Sir Henry bows his acknowledgments 
 
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 for quite three minutes, and insists on the players 
 rising to share the honours. 
 
 The Flying Dutchman is next ; followed by the 
 Prelude to Act III of Lohengrin. 
 
 The familiar Tannhduser is the most popular 
 number, because the best known. 
 
 There comes a lull, the re -tuning of instruments, 
 and re -arranging of music. 
 
 Then, mystical as the breath of heaven, the soft, 
 weird, troubled strains depicting the plight of the 
 Brotherhood of the Holy Grail. The music grows 
 in insistence. There is a great wrestling of body with 
 the soul. There enters a moaning and distress into 
 the complicated harmony when suddenly, from 
 outside, like a monster menacing drum, comes a 
 " Wouf-Wouf " : " Wouf-Wouf-Wouf." 
 
 The women look at each other with startled faces. 
 
 " Wouf-Wouf-Wouf " : " Wouf-Wouf " : " Bang 
 -Crash Bang " : " Wouf-Wouf -Wouf-Wouf." 
 
 There is a hurried movement in the circle. 
 Highly strung ladies on all sides rise and make for 
 the doors. The restlessness grows. 
 
 We tug at our cigarettes as the tumult outside 
 increases and fix our eyes steadily on the conductor. 
 He appears to become more absorbed in his music, 
 and a shade more elaborate in his conducting. Not 
 a man or woman amongst the performers turns a hair. 
 It was magnificent. I wonder what a German or- 
 chestra would have done under similar conditions ? 
 
 "Wouf-Wouf - Wouf - Wouf : Wouf - Wouf - Wouf - 
 Wouf." 
 
 One notices the absence of any more crashing 
 bangs. Our anti-aircraft are getting on to them ! 
 
 More movement in the audience. More hurried 
 exits. My friend and I have not stirred. Soon most 
 of the seats about us were empty. How we ached 
 to go outside and see what was doing. But that 
 
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 would have been fatal ! At any rate the panic was 
 checked. The orchestra grew louder, and at times 
 it was difficult to hear the guns. . . . And so on for 
 another ten minutes, until Parsifal was finished. 
 
 It was the interval, and we could now go out with 
 decency. Down the corridor there was a packed 
 crowd of anxious, frightened faces. Outside the 
 gunfire had ceased. 
 
 We were just going out into the streets when a 
 " John ' counselled : 
 
 " I wouldn't go out yet, sir. The ' All Clear ' has 
 not been given." 
 
 But time was passing, and it would be hard in 
 any case to get a 'bus back to hospital. 
 
 In Regent Street women and children huddled in 
 doorways, and men were doing a jog-trot for the 
 nearest tube. 'Buses, empty for the most part, 
 were flying along at about twenty-five miles an hour. 
 We hailed several at Oxford Circus, but gave it up 
 after many fruitless attempts. None of them would 
 stop. 
 
 On the kerb opposite there was one waiting. We 
 saw it was ours, ran up, and were about to climb on. 
 I thought I would ask the driver if he were going the 
 usual route. There was neither driver nor conductor 
 on the craft ! They had ducked off, and left their 
 charge a derelict in the street. 
 
 Taxis were non est. So we walked down to Picca- 
 dilly Circus, and after waiting a considerable time, 
 at last jumped into the last 'bus going our way. 
 
 Three of us one day decided to go to Richmond. 
 One of the party, by the name of McPhee, had seen 
 very little of London and London ways. He was 
 also a careful sort of an individual. 
 
 We began with a good lunch at a swell restaurant. 
 When we alighted from our taxi, a gorgeous person 
 
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 opened the door, and we walked in. Our Captain 
 of course passed him a tip for the courtesy, which 
 did not escape McPhee. 
 
 We left coats and hats at the counter, paying the 
 " fare," and had a wash, costing another threepence. 
 
 The lunch programme was good, and we did full 
 justice to it. The bill was handed to McPhee. He 
 checked the items very carefully, and took out the 
 correct amount. One of us happened to see the 
 total, and also Mac's money. 
 
 " Another bob, Mac," he suggested. 
 
 " Not on your life," replied Mac. " It's the right 
 amount to a penny." 
 
 " But you must tip the waiter." 
 
 Reluctantly he drew out the extra shilling and 
 handed the lot in, we squaring our share afterwards. 
 
 We went for our coats and hats, and McPhee 
 noticed another coin pass. 
 
 " Ye fule," remonstrated he, " we've paid for 
 pawnin' our duds the noo." 
 
 " Oh, but you must tip the attendant as well." 
 
 Mac was silent all the way to Richmond. Here 
 we got out, and went along the sunny banks for a 
 stroll. Presently we each sat down on an iron 
 chair to enjoy a smoke. Before many minutes were 
 past a man came up ; and to Mac's disgust we had 
 to pay for the seats. 
 
 " Let's gang on the river, anyway, an' hire a boat. 
 Na doot they'll charge for lookin' at the scenery in 
 addeetion to taking oot their cranky craft." 
 
 We rowed along lazily for some time, and then, 
 as the sun was warm, we drew into the shaded bank 
 of an island, and made fast to some leafy, overhang- 
 ing boughs. 
 
 We prepared to doze ; but very soon were disturbed 
 by a man on the bank demanding- 
 
 " Sixpence, please." 
 
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 " And for what ? We're no wantin' to be lookin' 
 at you, so ye needna char-rge fur the peep-show." 
 
 " Sixpence for making fast your boat, sir." 
 
 Mac gazed at him spellbound. Then slowly he 
 took out a shilling, and handed it with glinting eyes 
 to the speaker, who proceeded to get some change. 
 
 " There's no change," warned the smouldering 
 Mac. 
 
 " Yes, sir. Sixpence ' holding out the coin. 
 
 Then Mac let fly ! 
 
 " Mon, ye're no' up to yer job. I'll report ye, to 
 yer boss for incompeetence. Ye were altogether 
 forgettin' to charge fur lookin' at yer blitherin' 
 muddy bank." 
 
 Presently a steamer went by crowded with excur- 
 sionists. In the fore -part of the boat a man was 
 tinkling a piano, and throatily singing the latest 
 ragtime. 
 
 Mac put his hollowed hands to his mouth, and 
 called out 
 
 " I presume ye'll be chargin' us for that banjo 
 patter ? But ye'll have to coom over and collect 
 it. We're no going to toss ye our siller." 
 
 There was a Golly wog craze in the ward. 
 
 It was after " Flag " days had got rather monoto- 
 nous ; and soon the head of each bed boasted an 
 unhuman decoration of some sort. 
 
 One morning the Sister displayed with great pride 
 an animal of some kind. It might have been a 
 rabbit, or a baby fox, or perhaps a guinea-pig. It 
 was of bright yellow. This was evidently ' ' put in," 
 like the irrelevant word in the riddle, so as to " make 
 it harder." She proudly displayed this on her desk. 
 We concluded that, as it was prized so much, it 
 must be a present from a particular friend. Amongst 
 the irreverent it was known as the yellow rat. 
 
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 At length an Australian asked straight out what 
 it was meant to represent. 
 
 " Well, you ought to know, coming from Aus- 
 tralia." 
 
 " But we don't have bubonic rats out there. 
 They are brown, or dark, or grey." 
 
 But that isn't a rat," she replied, bristling up. 
 " That's a kangaroo ! ' 
 
 One fellow, evidently a bachelor, came home one 
 evening with a bag full of celluloid babies about four 
 inches long. He showed us one or two, and then 
 suffered so much chaff that he stowed them away in 
 his cupboard. We concluded he had bought them 
 at a bargain stunt, and would probably post them 
 round to his nephews and nieces. 
 
 Later on there was a shorter sort of an air raid 
 than usual, about nine o'clock in the evening. It 
 was a bit severe while it lasted ; but was endured by 
 all, including nurses, with casual contempt. 
 
 During the night, one fellow mysteriously visited 
 each bed, and kindly inquired if the patient felt all 
 right. He also whispered sundry instructions. 
 
 Next morning every one was sick and out of sorts. 
 No one was keen on washing, or shaving, or doing 
 anything in particular. 
 
 The Sister looked around inquiringly. 
 
 ' Come on, Mr. Rudel. You're generally at your 
 bath by this time. Anything wrong ? 3 
 Yes, Sister " almost in tears. 
 : What's the matter, pray ? ' 
 
 This rather sharply. 
 
 " This came last night. Result of bomb- 
 shock." 
 
 And he pulled back the bed-clothes, and displayed 
 his celluloid infant. 
 
 She went to another bed, biting her lower lip. 
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226 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 " What's wrong with you ? " she asked with great 
 difficulty. 
 
 " Not too good, Sis. Feeling very weak. You 
 see these came last night. Shell-shock." He 
 uncovered two infants, side by side. 
 
 She simply looked inquiry at the next patient. 
 
 He began to weep from broken nerves, and three 
 perfectly symmetrical babes came to light. 
 
 Afterwards the inhuman parents sold their 
 offspring by public auction, and quite a little sum 
 was handed to the hospital funds. 
 
 One day there was a stir in the ward amongst 
 four of us. We had to be " boarded " the following 
 morning, which probably meant good-bye to our 
 'appy 'ome. 
 
 Kits were overhauled and valises packed in antici- 
 pation, for, once a decision was given by the Great 
 Ones, we would have to pack off pretty quickly. 
 
 At the Base we were shown into a ' Waiting Room 
 for Officers." It lacked chairs, and when one wanted 
 to rest he had to sit on the floor. 
 
 Each * case ' looked his dejected worst as his 
 name was called, and he went into the Torture 
 Chamber. The lame ones developed a lameness 
 that would have brought tears to the eyes of any 
 one except a relentless, case-hardened M.O. Arms 
 in slings suddenly became semi -paralysed ; and 
 unsupported limbs developed an ague that was 
 heartrending. 
 
 As each man is examined, and his conditions 
 noted on his ' case sheet," he emerges from the 
 room smiling or otherwise, and goes downstairs 
 to get his convalescent leave and railway voucher. 
 
 Two of us were sent to the same ' ' Auxiliary ' ' in 
 the country. We returned for our belongings, and 
 to say good-bye to mates. 
 
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 It was hard leaving Jim. He had not made much 
 progress, and I could see he would never be fit for 
 much again. But his cheerful hopefulness was 
 wonderful. 
 
 ' Good-bye, Frank, old boy. It won't be long 
 before I am following you. Till then I shall have 
 to get Sister to write my letters. Write us soon, 
 old chap." 
 
 " All right. I shall be looking for you." I 
 couldn't say more. 
 
 And that was the last I saw of poor old Jim ! 
 
XXVII 
 
 ' AUXILIARIES ' are vastly different concerns 
 from General Hospitals. They are mostly English 
 country mansions, generously placed by their owners 
 at the disposal of the War Office for the wounded. 
 
 Ours was an absolute " peach." 
 
 The house stood surrounded by a far-reaching 
 lawn, which led on to the park, where grew in pro- 
 fusion giant oaks, widespreading and well-kept 
 elms, beeches, chestnuts, and dainty ashes. 
 
 It was an imposing building, and as a central 
 feature a huge portico with four Ionic columns rose 
 to the full height of the walls, and supported the 
 classic masonry of the gable. Ivy, clinging and 
 climbing round the older parts of the house, gave 
 that rustic finish so characteristically English. 
 
 At one corner of the main building there was an 
 extension of rooms of lower height, which was 
 originally a monastery. A huge enclosing wall ran 
 from this part to the stables, which were large, 
 roomy, and well-kept in that particular manner 
 which you only find in England. 
 
 Close by, surrounded by hedges and lichen-covered 
 gravestones, is the ancient church, also built in 
 monastic days. Prominently amongst the tombs 
 grew several large yew trees. At first this puzzled 
 me ; but the old verger, who knew and loved every 
 inch of the place, said that this was a feature of all 
 earlier churches in the days when English archers 
 were famous. Men, the yeomen of England, came 
 
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Three Anzacs in the War 229 
 
 to church in the morning, and then with their tough 
 yew bows practised archery in the fields close by in 
 the afternoon. If a man was minus a bow, he cut 
 one from the tree growing in the churchyard. 
 
 There were no conscientious objectors in those 
 days ! You practised archery when you were told ; 
 or else had a nose, or an ear, or possibly a head 
 cut off ! 
 
 Leading from the oldest part of the house over 
 the estate to the road, is a very fine avenue of tall 
 elms, known as The Monks' Walk. Here those 
 well-fed old rascals used to wander and meditate 
 after having fared sumptuously. 
 
 So much for the older associations of our new 
 home. 
 
 The latest temporary additions are a galvanised 
 iron ward to hold ten patients, with bath and smok- 
 ing-room complete, and a mess hut. 
 
 Inside the building the two largest rooms are 
 turned into wards, and known as " Melbourne " and 
 " Sydney." Up to the time of leaving, the outside 
 annexe had not been named. No doubt one of these 
 fine days poor little modest Adelaide will be remem- 
 bered and immortalised. 
 
 In the mornings the bath had to be balloted for. 
 Those who were unlucky had to get up and bathe 
 at 6.30, so as to enable all to get through by 8 o'clock. 
 
 Breakfast was served English fashion, with dishes 
 on a side table. You came in and helped yourself 
 to whatever you pleased. One could be talkative 
 or silent at this meal. No one cared what sort of a 
 mood you were in. 
 
 Afterwards, there is always a rush for the billiard- 
 table, which is kept busy well through the morning. 
 Those not playing get pipes and papers ; easy chairs 
 are planted on the lawn; and with rested feet 
 
230 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 elevated, patients read the latest news the casualty 
 lists first. 
 
 Half through the morning some one has recovered 
 sufficiently to drag himself from the recesses of a 
 comfortable chair, and he says : 
 
 " What about a game of tennis ? ' 
 
 The rest are deeply absorbed in magazine, book, 
 or paper. Tennis can be played at any time ; but 
 who wants at the moment to get away from the 
 luxury of that glorious, sun -bathed morning ? 
 
 The energetic one notes the apathy to his appeal. 
 He moves off as though to enter the big room, but 
 swiftly executes a flanking movement. In two 
 seconds three of the lazy ones are on their backs on 
 the lawn, with feet in the air, and chairs rolling 
 clear. The assailant dives into the hall, and shortly 
 afterwards emerges with four racquets and half-a- 
 dozen tennis balls ; and a good, fast game is entered 
 into with zest. 
 
 For those less energetic, a game of bowls is started ; 
 and a twenty-five end is played between Melbourne 
 and Sydney : Geelong and Ballarat : or possibly 
 Bat hurst and Goulburn. 
 
 Dinner is formal, at which the charming hostess 
 presides. Occasionally a fellow at the far end of 
 the table will forget about it, and inadvertently 
 indulge in ' informal ' ' language ; and will have to 
 part up a fine. 
 
 The evenings are devoted to song, mirth, and 
 books. A grand piano, with a detachable player, 
 may be used by non-musicians, and ragtime choruses 
 hold the boards. Sometimes a fellow will get up 
 and try to sing a good song, with indifferent results. 
 When this happens, the gramophone is usually 
 started simultaneously. The "gramo' invariably 
 wins ! 
 
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 Once a very passable programme was got up to 
 celebrate the arrival of several visitors. Soon after, 
 an ambitious enthusiast suggested a pierrot show. 
 
 Why not a dramatic performance ? : asked 
 another. 
 
 Who's going to run it ? : queried a third. 
 
 " Well, I will if you fellows will work" offered 
 the Enthusiast. 
 
 "If we will what ? ' demand several voices 
 indignantly. 
 
 'If - - if you will er - - help" corrects the 
 Enthusiast. 
 
 " Ah. That's better. Well, I'll help, for one," 
 says the first speaker. 
 
 " What have you in view : Ibsen or Maeterlinck ? ' 
 asks the Cynic. 
 
 " I've got the very thing : a topping little play 
 that will take about an hour. I'll go and get it." 
 
 The Enthusiast goes out hurriedly, and returns 
 with the piece. 
 
 ' It's most awfully funny. You'll roll on the 
 floor with laughing when you read it." 
 
 " Let's have some of it now," suggests the Cynic. 
 
 Quite pleased, the Enthusiast begins to read. 
 Every now and then he chuckles over some point 
 that tickles his fancy, and looks up for appreciation. 
 But it might have been a military lecture for all 
 the effect it had on his audience. Nothing daunted, 
 the Enthusiast proceeds with fast-drying throat. 
 When it is finished he looks round for approval. 
 Roars of silence follow ! 
 
 " Of course," he explains, " it all depends on what 
 you put into it. Now, some of you chaps are just 
 cut out for the parts. For instance : I thought 
 Dave would do the fool dandy to a T." 
 
 " Thanks awfully, but I don't feel I could do it 
 justice." And Dave gets up and goes out in a huff. 
 
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 : Then I thought you, Jack, could put a lot of 
 good work into the low-down villain." 
 
 Jack does not feel exactly flattered ; but being a 
 sport says he will do his best. 
 
 There is a lull. 
 
 Each of the others feels he is especially fitted for 
 the " bit of fat " in the shape of the devil-may-care 
 hero. But the Enthusiast has reserved that for 
 himself ; and after much urging, gets tardy acceptors 
 for the remaining characters. 
 
 What about copies ? : asks the Cynic. 
 Well, I'm afraid this is the only one I can get. 
 But I will lend you the book in turns, and you can 
 write out the parts. Something for you to do, you 
 know ; and you can memorise them better that way, 
 anyhow." 
 
 With that the meeting breaks up. 
 
 One good-natured fellow, in a weak moment, has 
 undertaken to write out his part before lunch next 
 day, and the book is handed to him. In the morn- 
 ing he gets a long-lost letter from his girl, reads it 
 over several times, and writes many pages in reply. 
 
 At lunch the Enthusiast asks for the book. 
 
 " By Jove," exclaims the neglectful one, " I quite 
 forgot all about it. Let's see : where did I put the 
 blessed thing ? ' 
 
 The blessed thing has been left in the bath-room 
 and collared by some one who had no right to it 
 whatever. A search in the afternoon fails to recover 
 the lost literature. Finally, in the evening, it is 
 found beneath a big pile of music by the piano. 
 
 Next day the book is handed to some one else 
 after lunch. 
 
 ' Can't do it to-day, old chap," he explains, 
 ' I'm going over to the Bushes for tennis." 
 
 So another character is tried ; and he goes to 
 sleep in the process of transcription. 
 
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 Once the book was left out on the lawn over- 
 night, and had to be very gingerly dried at the kitchen 
 fire. During the process, half a leaf got accidentally 
 burnt ; and the Enthusiast had to re -write the text 
 from memory. It contained one of the funniest 
 bits on one side, and the climax on the other. The 
 re -written portions fell a good deal short of the 
 original. 
 
 At last all the parts, after a fortnight's constant 
 chevying by the Enthusiast, were written out; 
 and the labour of memorising commenced. This 
 process proved rather painful, and at times very 
 inconvenient. All the characters seemed to suffer 
 suddenly from " nerves." Temperatures went up 
 steadily, and the M.O. was worried out of his life. 
 Hitherto tractable and thoroughly docile individuals 
 became refractory and extremely difficult to manage. 
 From a peaceful and law-abiding coterie, the 
 Auxiliary Hospital developed into a highly strung, 
 cantankerous and over-wrought community. 
 
 Whereas it had been safe for any one to stroll 
 into the smoking-room with a hail-fellow-well-met 
 attitude, and a slap on the back : now it was getting 
 positively dangerous to speak to any one. Even 
 the cues were temporarily deserted. The Monks' 
 Walk, where, under normal conditions, any one would 
 feel safe, was invaded by budding Henry Irvings, 
 who declaimed their lines to the breeze. Even the 
 seclusion of the church was violated by one con- 
 scientious character who thought that at least there 
 he would be safe ; but in the middle of his most 
 telling lines he was interrupted by an earnest 
 musician who had come along to try a rather dinky 
 little pipe -organ. 
 
 This state of things continued for a week. 
 
 Then the Enthusiast called for a full rehearsal. 
 
 There were twelve characters in all ; but at the 
 
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 first Passover only seven turned up. These faithful 
 ones read through their parts (they fondly imagined 
 they knew them). The rest had to be read by the 
 long-suffering Enthusiast. 
 
 After that, he felt he must stir things up. The 
 date of the advertised performance was but seven 
 days distant. He sent round a typed circular that it 
 was imperative a full rehearsal be held the following 
 evening. All characters were asked to sign the note. 
 It was much too like an " Orderly Room" Notice. 
 
 When the appointed time arrived, eight charac- 
 ters and four apologies turned up. One of the said 
 apologists explained that the writer had been 
 " evacuated ' on convalescent leave, and prayed 
 to be excused. The other three had the flimsiest 
 of excuses, from the sudden invitation of a particular 
 old aunt, to an unexpected " meet ' with a friend 
 (female, of course). 
 
 One full rehearsal did actually take place. It 
 was held two days before the fixed date of the per- 
 formance. On that occasion, two fellows knew their 
 verbal parts, but hadn't the faintest notion of how 
 to act them. The others religiously read their 
 dialogue from start to finish. 
 
 The Enthusiast for the first time got thoroughly 
 and emphatically wild. 
 
 He said the programme would be postponed for a 
 week, and any lazy blighter who didn't know his 
 lines within twenty-four hours would be requested 
 to hand in his part. 
 
 Next day two more " characters " were evacuated, 
 
 About three weeks later (/ was evacuated in the 
 meantime) I met the Enthusiast in London, going 
 into the Trocadero, and I happened to ask him 
 casually how the performance went off. He made 
 a sudden, threatening movement and then realised 
 my question was quite innocently put. 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 235 
 
 " There was no blinking performance," he said 
 thickly, " and as far as I am concerned, there 
 never will be." 
 
 There were excursions by motor nearly every day : 
 to St. Albans, with its transept built in 1100, and 
 showing Roman bricks in the arches : to Hatfield 
 House, Lord Salisbury's seat, where all the guests 
 had afternoon tea in the armouried hall hung with 
 ancient banners and portraits : to Cambridge, whose 
 colleges are temporarily turned into training -camps 
 for Cadet Officers. One looks over Trinity Library 
 with keenest interest, containing the MSS. of 
 Milton's Paradise Lost and Bacon's original works, 
 with those of many other famous men . . . One 
 surveys the magnificent King's College Chapel 
 ceiling with incredulous wonder, and wishes he could 
 spend a week on end amongst time-honoured trea- 
 sures innumerable. 
 
 But it is such a glorious day, we must see some- 
 thing of the College Campi, and the river Cam. 
 
 The latter was certainly disappointing. On the 
 first glimpse, one almost thinks he can jump across 
 it. And yet the narrow stream was packed with 
 punt- and boat-loads of pleasure -seekers. 
 
 We encountered, as usual, some arguing Austra- 
 lians. One of them was also evidently disappointed 
 with the prospect. 
 
 "I say, Bill," he said to his companions while 
 crossing over one of the small bridges. " let's go 
 along and get a boat on the Cam ! ' 
 
 Well," returned his companion, pointing to the 
 strip of water beneath, " isn't that the blooming 
 
 nver '< ' 
 
 ' Oh, don't be silly," cried the first speaker in 
 disgust. Then, turning to a civilian, " I say, matey, 
 can you tell us where the Cam is ? : 
 
236 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 ' Down there," replied the man addressed, point- 
 ing below. 
 
 " What ! that blinkin' creek ? That bit of a 
 gutter ? You call that a river, do you ? Why, in 
 Australia, a crack in the ground like that wouldn't 
 even be called a billabong : much less have a name." 
 
 Later on we saw them on a punt, again arguing. 
 The craft was being incessantly butted into the 
 bank. Poling a punt, which looks so easy when well 
 done, is somewhat of an art ; and to bring the nose 
 round to the left, for instance, one has to push the 
 stern away from the left. One fellow would argue 
 this was impossible ; and that it should be done 
 otherwise. 
 
 ' Here, let's show you how," cried his mate 
 presently, grabbing the pole and giving a vigorous 
 shove. 
 
 He certainly brought the nose round, but rather 
 more quickly than he anticipated ; for the next mo- 
 ment both occupants were struggling in the water, 
 to the great amusement of the onlookers. Between 
 splutters and splashes the argument was continued, 
 neither admitting he was in the wrong ! 
 
 And so the days flew on. More excursions, now 
 a tournament, now a visit to friends and visits 
 from friends until the time for another " Board ' 
 approached. 
 
 The day before this came off, who should lob into 
 the place but the " Little Lieutenant ' -now a 
 Major, you will remember ! He had been wounded 
 rather badly in a stunt two months previously ; and 
 had just been evacuated from my old hospital. 
 
 We compared notes at length. 
 ' By the way," he asked, " weren't you in my 
 N.C.O. Class in Australia, with a fellow called 
 Redfern ? " 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 237 
 
 " Yes, I was. He was a great friend of mine. I 
 left him in hospital when I came here. Have you 
 seen him ? How is he ? : 
 
 He looked at me steadily for a moment ; then his 
 eyes wandered away in the distance. Presently 
 he said : 
 
 " He wasn't too well for a time ; but the last 
 fortnight he improved wonderfully. Then three 
 days ago something went wrong : no one quite 
 seemed to know what. Next day was one long 
 struggling for life. The odds were against him." 
 A pause. And then : " The poor fellow went out 
 West yesterday." 
 
 It was a terrible knock-out! Jim: poor old 
 blind, crippled Jim, gone too ! Now I was the only 
 one of the original three left. What rotten luck 
 those other two had had. And what of their wives 
 and kiddies ? 
 
 Recovering from the first blow, I felt a sudden 
 bracing : a nerving of all the faculties. I had loafed 
 long enough ! I longed for the day of my Board to 
 come. The sooner I got back to real business again 
 the better. By hook or by crook I would have my 
 revenge, and double measure at that. To make 
 those brutal Boches pay dearly for their deeds was 
 the one thing worth living for now. 
 
 A couple of days later down I went to H.Q., 
 London. Nerves were highly strung, and body 
 feeling fitter than ever. With luck, next morning 
 I would go to the Overseas Camp ; and in a few days 
 up to the Battalion at the Front ; and then, at it 
 hammer and tongs. 
 
 Arrived at the station I scorned to take a lift 
 of any sort. I pressed on at top walking speed. 
 There would be no question of fitness. I would 
 show them there was plenty of grit in me yet. 
 
238 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 Nothing should stop me from having another go 
 at those brutes who had robbed me of two of my 
 best friends. 
 
 Turning quickly into the street leading to the build- 
 ing, I suddenly slipped, and fell rather heavily. 
 I put out my left hand and the arm crumpled 
 beneath me ! There was no " shove " in it at all. On 
 getting up, I found my breath coming and going in 
 a most uncomfortable fashion. What the devil was 
 the matter? 
 
 A brother Officer at that moment spotted me ; 
 and, rather glad of his assistance, I allowed him to 
 help me into the Board Room. 
 
XXVIII 
 
 " Six months in Australia." 
 
 That was the verdict ! 
 
 " Lucky dog," greeted me on all sides, as I emerged 
 from the Examining Board, and said ' Cheerio ! ' 
 to those in the waiting-room. 
 
 Yes ; no doubt in the ordinary way it was lucky ; 
 but I had been so set on getting back with the 
 Battalion that it took a little getting used to. 
 Anyway, I was not classed unfit ; and as the end of 
 the War seemed as far off as ever, perhaps I would 
 have a chance of another go at the Boche under 
 better conditions. 
 
 " You will proceed to Wey mouth on the 10th inst. 
 and there await transport for Australia. No leave 
 will be granted for completion of kit, which you are 
 recommended to attend to without delay." 
 
 How very kind ! But I had over a clear day in 
 London. And it would be some day, you bet. 
 
 Off I went to the Officers' Club : dug up two other 
 Subs ; and we put in the afternoon flying round from 
 one place to another. 
 
 Then we took the best seats that could be had at 
 the latest stage success ; enjoyed it to the full ; and 
 finished up with a topping supper at a lively Soho 
 restaurant. 
 
 After that we met at my hotel, and played bridge 
 till morning. Then we parted ; and gathering my 
 goods together, I made for the train, after com- 
 pleting purchases of many descriptions. 
 
 239 
 
240 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 Of course there was a week's delay in the departure 
 of the boat ; but there were many friends amongst 
 the officers who were on " light duty " at the Classi- 
 fication Camp. 
 
 Then at 4 a.m. one morning all due for Australia 
 embarked ; and I said Good-bye to England ! 
 
 " Land Ho ! " 
 
 It was not the first we had sighted ; but ports of 
 call didn't count. 
 
 Australia again after two years ! Years that had 
 changed and revolutionised many a man's life almost 
 out of recognition. The outlook on most things 
 can never be the same to those who have constantly 
 faced death in the firing-line, whatever it may be 
 to those who stayed behind. No matter what is in 
 store for one, he faces it fearlessly. It has become 
 a habit to just do one's best when pandemonium is 
 raging around. It gives that nerve to a man which 
 nothing else on earth can supply. And the fact of 
 having taken an active part in the greatest 
 struggle in the world's history brings something 
 into an Australian's life that was not, and never 
 could have been, there before. There is a bracing 
 exhilaration in the blood that is an heirloom in 
 itself. We had helped to make Australia find 
 herself, and take her place amongst the nations ; 
 and that is a feat to be proud of : an imperishable 
 treasure to those who went on real active service in 
 the A.I.F. 
 
 What a lifetime seemed to have passed since last 
 we set eyes on those sun -bathed shores. And yet, 
 by now we had almost forgotten about the deep, 
 slimy mud ; the eternal shell-holes ; the wet ; the 
 fog; the piercing cold; the " plung-plung ' ' of the 
 18-pounders; and the deafening crash of the 5'9's. 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 241 
 
 It had got into the uncertain background like a 
 ghastly dream. One thought of it as a kind of a 
 world-wide temporary insanity with which mankind 
 had been suddenly seized ; and somehow or another 
 we had been drawn into the maelstrom. 
 
 We would soon be in broad, straight streets 
 once more, with buildings untarnished by time and 
 untouched by devastating shells. 
 
 We would smell the healthy old gum leaves ; and 
 hear the whistle and chatter of the magpie, and the 
 rollicking laugh of the jackass in the tall, deep, 
 heavily timbered bush. 
 
 We would feel the warm air, free from that pene- 
 trating, biting cold which one never could keep out 
 quite effectually. 
 
 What memories crowded in the brain as the pale 
 blue on the horizon deepened into greens and browns 
 and purples ! 
 
 We would revel in that glorious, glistening surf, 
 and laze on the sand in the sun to our hearts' content. 
 We would hunt and shoot and fish along creek and 
 billabong, over wide-stretching miles of country, 
 where there was no one to question your right to 
 be there, or demand a licence. 
 
 We would drink genuine Australian -blended and 
 Australian -brewed tea, and smoke Australian-made 
 tobacco, with some real taste in them ; and have a 
 slap-up feed at a roomy restaurant where one would 
 not have to count the lumps of sugar and slices of 
 bread, nor have to hunt all over his plate for a piece 
 of juicy mutton. 
 
 Ah ! There is the Queenscliffe Lighthouse. In 
 an hour we are level with the Heads, and running 
 through the Rip, and then steaming up the broad 
 Q 
 
242 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 Bay at a good bat. One can scent the gums already, 
 and the pungent hay, and the blossom on the fruit- 
 trees. 
 
 There is the pier at Williamstown ! It is black with 
 people. 
 
 A band is playing all the tunes we used to march 
 to. The cheers of the crowd rise and drown the 
 music. 
 
 In half-an-hour we are hauling alongside, and 
 every one on ship and shore seems to be yelling at 
 once. 
 
 What a welcome ! 
 
 Ah ! but it is good to be amongst a great crowd 
 of Australians again ! 
 
 The friends of the lucky Victorians have come 
 down to the boat. The New South Wales men leave 
 by special train later on. 
 
 But it is one continual handshake and passing of 
 greetings ; for somehow you seem to know every- 
 body. 
 
 The Express bowled along through the night. 
 Its clamouring racket wakes echoes afar in the 
 valleys and distant hills. A full moon bathed the 
 whole land in a liquid, warm light that made it 
 appear like day. 
 
 How slow the train was ! At each stop one paces 
 the platform impatiently, and grudges the time 
 wasted at country stations. 
 
 Sleep is out of the question. It is one eternal 
 chatter of what one is going to do when he gets 
 home. 
 
 Home ! 
 
 Is this not all a pleasant dream from which one 
 will presently be awakened by a deafening crash and 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 243 
 
 the clatter of falling debris ? No. We pinch one 
 another, and spar, and have a rough-and-tumble in 
 the carriage to make sure we are awake. 
 
 Home! HOME!! 
 
 The train makes a last stop, where copious refresh- 
 ments can be had ; but we don't want any. Will 
 the engine never start again ? 
 
 Yes, the whistle blows ; we move and gather way ; 
 and soon we are ramping along at fifty miles an hour. 
 It is down-hill, and there is nothing to hinder a 
 straight run into the city at top speed. And yet 
 we impatiently wonder if the driver is getting the 
 last ounce out of his machine. 
 
 Ah ! There is an arm of the Harbour at last, show- 
 ing a purple-blue between trees and bushes. And 
 there are steamers coming and going ; and ferry- 
 boats plying to Middle Harbour and Manly, crowded 
 with passengers, no doubt. 
 
 The train slows down : the station is crammed 
 with people. It is almost impossible to pick any 
 one out. Hasn't anybody come down, after all, 
 to- 
 
 Ah, yes ! There she is : waving a handkerchief 
 and smiling ; but there is an unusual brightness 
 in her eyes. 
 
 And the boy. How the young beggar has grown ! 
 His mother holds him up just as the doors of the 
 compartments are being unlocked. 
 
 " Hullo, Dad ! " he cries in a clear treble, excitedly. 
 Have an orange ? I bringed it down speshully 
 for you." 
 
 A rush ; and a locking of arms ; silent greetings 
 
 too full for words. It is a bit of heaven ! Nothing 
 
 matters now. The ghastly war is simply obliterated. 
 
 Why, Mum, you're you're ack'ly crying ! 
 
 Are you sorry Dad's home, after all ? : 
 
244 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 The childish misapprehension serves as an anti- 
 dote to over-wrought nerves ; and we both burst 
 out laughing. 
 
 The best meal at the best restaurant. An endless 
 chatter and asking of all sorts of weird questions by 
 the boy ; and none too revelant or accurate replies. 
 
 Then a run along to the ferry ; and a bracing trip 
 part-way down the Bay. 
 
 The boy is interested for the moment in numerous 
 yachts ; and at last we two had some intimate words, 
 
 " Oh, how glad I am ! ' she said directly. " It 
 has been so utterly lonely, so terrible, so desolate. 
 And sometimes, when others were getting cables, 
 the suspense was almost killing." And then : 
 " Poor Dick ! Poor Jim ! ' 
 
 I took out a parcel. 
 
 " This was Dick's. I promised to take it to her. 
 Will you come with me ? : 
 
 She nodded ; then turned, and buried her face 
 in my shoulder. 
 
 Slowly, and arm-in-arm, we went down the street, 
 and turned our steps towards Dick's villa. 
 
 She was in the garden when we came to the gate, 
 tending some roses. There was tragedy in her face 
 if you searched deeply ; but only an intimate friend 
 could detect it. 
 
 In a go-cart, peacefully sleeping, was a beautiful 
 baby. What a comfort that would be to her now ! 
 
 Mary looked up as we approached, and came 
 forward with a subdued smile. 
 
 ' Ah ! how good of you to come so soon. I do 
 appreciate it so much." 
 
 Her voice trembled, and her eyes shone with an 
 unnatural lustre. She turned ; and we all walked 
 slowly into the house. 
 
Three Anzacs in the War 245 
 
 It was just the same as when I had looked in last : 
 even to the position of Dick's favourite chair, and 
 the shelf of much-read books, and the pipe-racks, 
 and much -used pipes. There rested the one I had 
 given him on the return from his honeymoon. 
 
 She read my thoughts. 
 
 " You see, it makes it easier to bear. I sometimes 
 feel as if as if he is not very far off with all these 
 things about just as he liked them. At times I 
 can almost hear him in the room." 
 
 The women talked for a while, and I went out. 
 It was almost too much for me that room and no 
 Dick. Somehow I wanted time to gain courage 
 for the task before me. 
 
 Jinny, with true womanly intuition, divined my 
 difficulty. Presently she came out, and said : 
 
 * Go to her now, Frank. She is waiting for you 
 to tell her all about it." 
 
 I went in. Mary took both my hands in hers, 
 smiling bravely. We stood at the mantelpiece, just 
 below Dick's portrait, but neither looked at it. 
 
 At last she said : 
 
 ' Oh, it was such a comfort to know you were 
 with him when he died. I should so like to 
 hear from you all that happened." 
 
 And I told her as best as I could. Her eyes 
 beamed, and her whole frame trembled, as I re- 
 counted how Dick's undaunted spirit kept up 
 bravely to the end. 
 
 Then I slowly unrolled the parcel in my hand. 
 It was Dick's Sam-Browne, all blood-stained and 
 torn. I held it up. 
 
 " His last request was that I should give you 
 this." 
 
 She clutched it eagerly, almost convulsively ; 
 covered it with kisses ; and then broke down utterly. 
 
 "Thank you; thank you, Frank, a thousand 
 
246 Three Anzacs in the War 
 
 times," she said through her sobs, pressing the relic 
 to her bosom. ' I will never forget your kindness. 
 He always said you were his best friend ; and you 
 have proved it to-day. This is the most treasured 
 possession of all ; for it will always make me feel 
 Dick fought like a lion to the very last.',' 
 
 Yes," I replied, " he was the best soldier and 
 the bravest fellow I ever knew, Mary. It is men like 
 Dick who have made Australia famous the world 
 over, and for all time. Names like his will be 
 handed down in the biggest pages of our history. 
 Any woman would be proud to cherish the memory 
 of such a man. I thank God often that he was my 
 friend, and for all the good he has done me." 
 
 She smiled radiantly through her tears. 
 
 Then I took her hands, reverently kissed them 
 and passed out of her presence with an aching heart ; 
 yet with a strange, hopeful admiration for that 
 noble woman, who so pluckily faced what seemed a 
 cheerless horizon, sustained and helped onwards by 
 the living memory of the heroic dead. 
 
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Secrets of the Submarine : By MARLEY F. HAY. Membei 
 
 of the London Institution of Naval Architects. With about K 
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 An interesting History of Archbishop Stephen Langton and the grea 
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The Cult of Old Paintings and the Rorrmey Case: By 
 
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 Pompei : As it Was and As it Is. By BAGOT MOLESWORTH, 
 
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BY THE SAME AUTHOR. 
 
 Odd Corners in English Lakeland. Rambles, Scrambles 
 
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Sisters in Arms. By M. O. SALE. Crown 8vo, cloth, 2s. net. 
 
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 Angelique of Port Royal, 1591-1661. By E. K. SANDERS. 
 
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 This Biography covers a period of deep historic interest. The intrigues of 
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 The Pulse of the World. Forty Years of Fleet Street 
 
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 contents. Among hundreds of people and events alluded to may be named 
 Queen Alexandra, Asquith, Balfour, Lord Beaconsfield, Sarah Bernhardt, 
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 Beneath the Cloak of England's Respectability. 
 
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 Among the contents are : The Mormon Monster The Opium Ogre 
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modern life. The facts arc not hidden behind a mass of tedious verbosity 
 and generalities, but are stated lucidly in a way to compel thought anc 
 attention, and the Author in many instances suggests remedies to cope witl 
 the evils. 
 
 ' This book deserves to be widely rca I. The Author brings a powerful iiidirtmeut against th 
 British Nation for its supineness and lack of moral courage in dealing with such hideous evils."- 
 Church Fantilv Newspaper. 
 
 With the Austrian Army in Galicia. By an escapee 
 
 Roumanian Officer, OCTAVIAN C. TASLAUANU. The first and onl} 
 description in English of the Great Russian Invasion of Galicia ir 
 the first months told from the other side. Crown 8vo, cloth 
 with Maps, 6s'. net. 
 
 The Author of this book (the ex-Secretary of the Society for Rournaniar 
 culture in Hungary) is in a unique position, and treats of a unique subject 
 the Austrian reverses and the swift invasion of Galicia by the Russians in th< 
 early months of the War. He was a Roumanian officer compelled to serv< 
 in the Austro-Hungarian Army, and feeling that the liberation of Roumaniai 
 Transylvania from the Hungarian yoke was his sole interest in the War, h< 
 made no secret of his sentiments, and, indeed, regarded the Austrian defeat: 
 as victories for his nation. After suffering great hardships and indignities 
 he escaped to Ron mania, and was thus able to present the world with hi: 
 striking and diverting picture of life in the Austro-Hungarian Army, and th< 
 oppressive treatment of the unhappy Roumanians compelled to fight in it 
 If anyone doubts the wisdom of restoring Transylvania to the Roumaniai 
 kingdom, let him read this book. 
 
 Apart from the political interest, the happy accident of Mr. Taslauanu': 
 escape has given us a book which, for tlie first time, reveals what Austria 
 would fain conceal, the ignominious military collapse of the proudest anc 
 m.ost ancient Empire in Europe at the very outset of the struggle. 
 
 la the Lilac Garden. By F. M. WHITEHEAD, Autho 
 
 of " The Withy Wood/' Crown Svo, cloth, 2s. 6d. 
 
 A most interesting Story for children, beautifully illustrated by the author 
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 Round about Bar-le-Duc. By SUSANNE R. DAY. 
 
 This extremely well written and interesting book throws a iresh light 01 
 o;'.;- of our Relief activities in France. Har-le-Duc, the centre of the Sectoi 
 ot the French Front, including Verdun, -where some of the most memorable 
 exploits of the War have taken place. 
 
 In the Publishers' opinion, this book i:j one of the best War books published 
 
 Any of the Books in this List can be posted on receipt of the Publishet 
 Price, plus postage, or they are obtainable from all Booksellers. 
 
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Skeffington's Successful New 
 
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 Captain Dieppe : By ANTHONY HOPE, Author of " The 
 
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 In this novel, Anthony Hope, after a long interval, returns again to similar 
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 Captain Dieppe, adventurer, servant of fortune, and, if not a fugitive, still 
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 The story, which has a powerful love interest running through it, tells of his 
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 Claymore!: By ARTHUR HOWDEN SMITH. A story of the '45 
 
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 Hagar of the Pawnshop. A Novel. By FERGUS HUME, 
 
 Author of " The Mystery of a Hansom Cab." Fourth Edition. 
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 " May be pronounced a polished and artistic achievement, full of incident and interest, and a 
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 Rotorua Rex: By J. ALLEN DUNN. A Fine Novel of the 
 
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 Everybody is on the look-out for a good strong story of love and adventure. 
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Stevenson's and Stacpoolr's novels will thoroughly enjoy. Each page 
 the attention of the reader, and few will put the book down till the last p, 
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 Simpson of Snell's : By WILLIAM HEWLETT, Author of "The 
 
 Child at the Window," " Introducing William Allison." The 
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 wrapper, 6s. net. 
 
 This is a story, or rather study, of a young clerk, the type of clerk that 
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 Simpson would have pursued the customary course of clerking and philan- 
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 The story has a strong love-interest running through it with a mos 
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 Sunny Slopes: By ETHEL HUESTON, Author of " Prudenc 
 
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 " He is as good as an angel and as innocent as a baby. Two very goo 
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 " The wickedest fires in the world would die out if there were not son 
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 " The only way to keep your husband out of danger is to tackle it yourself. 
 
 " Read Chapter IV. and see how Carol does it." 
 
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Messrs. Skeffington's Publications 
 for use during the War 
 
 Sermons, Addresses, etc. 
 
 " For all we Have and Are." Ten War Addresses. By 
 
 B. G. BOURCHIER, M.A., Vicar of St. Jude, Hampstead Garden 
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 Why am I a Soldier ? How ought I to fight ? What does God think of 
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 National Service. By G. R. BROWNE, Rector of Iron Acton, 
 
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 The Greatest War: By A. C. BUCKELL, M.A., Vicar of 
 
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 This course of Six Lent Sermons will be found invaluable during this time 
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 'Criticism" as Made in Germany and Common Sense. 
 
 By ARTHUR C. CHAMPNEYS, M.A. Crown 8vo. sewed, 6d. net. 
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 A Prophet's Yisions and the War: By T. W. CRAFER, 
 
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 cloth, 2S. 6d. net. 
 
 A message of Repentance and Hope, based on Zechariah i.-viii. Six 
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 The Great War as Foretold in the Bible: By J. M. 
 
 COLLIS. Crown 8vo, sewed, 6d. net. 
 
 War and the Gospel of Christ: By M. C. ELPHINSTONE, 
 
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 An endeavour to throw light on the contrast between the Ideals of Christ 
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 ' The L J ricsl as Combatant." 
 
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Battles of the Bible : A Study in Military Operation. ByD. 
 
 FOYHERINGHAM. M.A., F.R.A.S.. Vicar of Charing, Kent. Auth 
 of " The Writing on the Sky." Crown 8vo, sewed, 6d. net. 
 This interesting booklet gives a vivid account of some of the great batt 
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 Harvest Thanksgiving in War Time : By the REVS. CANC 
 
 J. HASLOCH POTTER, J. A. CRAIGIE, F. W. WORSEV. Crown 8> 
 
 paper boards. 2s. 6d. net. 
 
 , Five plain Sermons on the Harvest of Earth and the Harvest of Soul 
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 the War. 
 
 Short War Sermons for Good Friday and Eastc 
 
 Including one for Good Friday and three for Easter Day (Morning 
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 These beautiful Addresses are full of hope and comfort lor the depart 
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 The Churches of the Allies: By EUSTON J- NURSE, M. 
 
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 Six Addresses on the Churches of England Russia France Belgium 
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 IJY THE SAME AUTHOR. 
 
 Prophecy and the War. Seven Prophecies on the We 
 
 SEVENTH IMPRESSION. Crown 8vo, cloth, 38. net. 
 Contents : The Divine Potter Moulding the Nations The Return of t 
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 -The Downfall of the Turkish Empire The Desolation and Restoration 
 Jerusalem The Second Coming of Christ. 
 
 BY THE SAME AUTHOR. . 
 
 Christmastime and the War. Crown 8vo, cloth, 2s. net. 
 
 Four Addresses for Christmastide and the War. One for Christmas Da 
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