God, received no answer; but on repeating the question the dying
man said that he did once, but he had evidently grown cold in his
love to Christ. It was _such_ a cheer to be able to point out, that
though his feelings towards God had changed, _yet God's feelings
and love toward him had not changed!_'

Events like these differentiate this war from many other wars. They are
an eloquent testimony to the force of Christianity. They disclose the
power of a supreme affection towards Christ. They declare that the most
toilsome duty can be transformed by love into the most blessed
privilege. They show that there is no compulsion but the compulsion of
love in the Christian workers' orders, so often sung,--

'Where duty calls, or danger,
Be never wanting there.'

=The Chaplains at Work.=

And now came the chaplains' work! It is not in the firing line that war
seems the most dreadful. It is when the wounded are gathered from the
field, and the results of the battle are seen in all their ghastliness.
And in this case the wounded could not be tended where they were. It was
onward, ever onward, with our men. Only two hospitals, instead of at
least ten--the number the doctors thought necessary--had been sent to
the front, and the wounded must be got back to base hospitals as quickly
as possible.

Back they came, a ghastly procession, in heavy, lumbersome ox-waggons,
with no cover from the sun or rain. Oh! the terrible jolting; oh! the
screams of agony. 'Better kill us right out,' cried the men, 'than make
us endure any more!'

It is not for us to say that all this was unnecessary. It is for others
to judge. You cannot conduct war in picnic fashion. The country ought to
know its horrors and get its fill of them. But we will not attempt the
description. Already others have done that. Suffice it to say that the
baggage camp, in which were the chaplains and some of the doctors,
seemed an oasis in the desert to these agonized travellers.

The day for parade services had gone by, and all days were now the same;
but there was other work the chaplains could do, and this they attempted
to the best of their ability.

[Illustration: BRINGING BACK THE WOUNDED.]

The Rev. E.P. Lowry wrote:--

'Yesterday a long convoy arrived bearing over 700 sick and wounded
men. They were brought, for the most part, over the rough roads in
open waggons (captured from the Boers) from the fatal front, wher