nd smell.

The closer we crept to the shores of Suvla Bay, and the deathbed of the
Salt Lake, the more exact and vivid are the impressions; the one is like
an impressionist sketch--blobs and dabs and great sloshy washes; but the
memories of Pear-tree Gully, of the Kapanja Sirt, and Chocolate Hill
are drawn in with a fine mapping pen and Indian ink--like a Rackham
fairy-book illustration--every blade of dead grass, every ripple of
blue, every pink pebble; and towards the firing-line I could draw it
now, every inch of the way up the hills with every stone and jagged rock
in the right place.

Before sailing from England I had bought a little colour-box, one good
sable brush, and a few H.B. pencils--these and a sketch-book which my
father gave me I carried everywhere in my haversack. The pocket-book was
specially made with paper which would take pencil, colour, crayon, ink
or charcoal. I was always on the look out for sketches and notes. The
cover bore the strange device--

JOHN HARGRAVE,
R.A.M.C.
32ND FIELD AMBULANCE.

printed in gilt which gradually wore off as time went on. Inside on the
fly-leaf I had written--

"IF FOUND, please return to

Sgt. J. HARGRAVE, 32819, R.A.M.C.
32nd Field Ambulance,
X Division, Med. Exp. Force."

And on the opposite page I wrote--

"IN CASE OF DEATH please post as soon as possible to

GORDON HARGRAVE,
Cinderbarrow Cottage,
Levens,
Westmorland."

I remember printing the word "DEATH," and wondering if the book would
some day lie with my own dead body "somewhere in the Dardanelles."
Printing that word in England before we started made the whole thing
seem very real. Somehow up to then I hadn't realised that I might get
killed quite easily. I hadn't troubled to think about it.

We moved our camp from "A" Beach farther along towards the Salt Lake. We
moved several times. Always Hawk and I "hung together." Once he was very
ill in the old dried-up water-course which wriggled down from the Kislar
Dargh. He ate nothing for three days. I never saw anything like it
before. He was as weak as a rat, and I know he came very near "pegging
out." He felt it himself. I was sitting on the ground near by.

"I may not pull through this, old fellow," says Hawk, with just a
tear-glint u