ngs animate to fight
remains, as it always will remain.

We have received some of _The Times'_ broad-sheets. I don't
exactly know whether they are good or not. It is undoubtedly a
benefit to have "bits" from great writers to skim over when you
haven't the time, or the inclination, to wade through a volume.
On the other hand, it is intensely aggravating to experience the
feeling of incompleteness that naturally results from having your
reading suddenly cut off.

_December 3rd, 1915._

The other day I was ordered to visit a certain battery in the
firing-line. No one had a ghost of an idea as to their present
location, but I discovered where their supplies were being drawn
from--a spot two miles from the line, which was being "strafed"
daily. Off I went to this place in my car, but nobody there knew
a thing about the people I wanted, so I had to go up to the
railway station and crave the loan of a telephone. After a great
deal of bother I got on to some genial soul who knew where the
Brigade Headquarters were of the lot I was after. He told me
where they had gone to, but whether they were still there or not
he didn't know. Anyhow, it was a clue. So, like Pillingshot (in
P. G.'s story), I worked on it.

After consulting my maps, and chatting with dozens of military
police, interpreters, etc., I took my car forward by a certain
road. By this time it was pitch dark, except for star shells and
gun flashes. The road was crammed with traffic. We took a wrong
turning, and eventually found ourselves on an apology for a road
that ended in a swamp full of shell-holes, and had to retrace our
steps gingerly. After blundering about in the dark for some time
we struck the village we were looking for, a hopeless sort of
place crammed with Scotsmen, all exceedingly grimy, but gay and
cheerful. In one house the men were waltzing to the strains of a
mouth-organ, though the boom of the guns was shaking the house
every second or so.

Having reached the Headquarters I was in quest of, I ascertained
from them that the battery with which I had business to do was
now at a spot two miles away down a main road which was the scene
of such desperate fighting not long back. The O.C. strongly
advised me not to take the