rrows of the Hellespont.

The New Zealanders will have their special monument here beside the
cemeteries where their many dead are lying. They took Chunuk Bair, and
unsupported, pressed on to win the day, only to be outnumbered and met by
terrible odds of swarming Turks. You may pause now and pick an anemone
in that terrible no-man's land, where the skeletons of our old dead,
picked clean by the jackals, were found otherwise untouched when we came
again in the November of '18. You can see the damped, slightly
discoloured patches where dead men lay, and even find still now and then
a human bone--of friend or foe, who now can tell?

We have gathered together the bones and have buried them all, be they
English or Turk, and have decently cleaned up Gallipoli--as Englishmen
would. Australians and New Zealanders work there now with simple
devotion and energy, and are astonishing the Turks, who ask, "If they do
so much for the dead, what will they do for the living?"

A few army huts on the height above Kellia Bay mark the headquarters
where Col. Hughes and his Anzac staff are living. From ever-windy hills
they look across the Narrows to the wan house where Byron lived. Gangs
of Greeks are working for them. The extremity of Gallipoli Peninsula is
as it were an imperial estate, and every day a round of work goes on at
Helles, at Greenhill, at Suvla, and the rest. With the coming of summer
the ships are coming with the marble, and the stone slabs will climb the
hills where once our fellows struggled upward. It is a fine undertaking.
No ranks are distinguished in the gravestones, and all are equal in
sacrifice. But dominating everything will be a tall white obelisk to be
put up on the highest point of Helles, visible to all ships passing
through the Gate and going forth upon the seas. Australia will be there.
England might lose its interest in the Dardanelles--but the Empire never.
The younger men have their eyes upon it. And what a contrast the
Laodicean atmosphere of G.H.Q., and the frankness of an Australian and
New Zealand mess!

A certain widow of a brave general who died in the attack, has, through
wealth and influence, obtained permission to erect a personal monument to
her husband on Gallipoli. If this is carried out it will be greatly
resented by the Australians, who say, "If wealth can purchase a monument,
there are plenty of rich Australians who would readily erect memorials to
their gallant kith and ki