hrew up his hands.
Dressing drew his revolver, and the sergeant brought his rifle down to a
threatening position, the Bolo became frightened and seized the bayonet.
Dressing wishing to take the prisoner alive grabbed his revolver by the
barrel and aimed a mighty swing. Unfortunately he forgot that the
British revolver is fastened to a lanyard, and that the lanyard was
around his shoulder. As a result his swing was stopped in midair, nearly
breaking his arm, the Bolo dropped the bayonet and took it on the run,
getting away safely, leaving Dressing with nothing to bring in but a
report.

March 1st we met with a disaster, one of our patrols being ambushed, and
a platoon sent out to recover the wounded meeting a largely superior
force, which was finally dispersed by artillery. We lost eight killed
and more wounded. Sergeant Bowman, one of the finest men it has been my
privilege to know, was killed in this action and his death was a blow
personally to every man in the company.

Corporal Prince was in command of the first patrol, which was ambushed.
In trying to assist the point, who was wounded, Prince was hit. When we
finally reached the place of this encounter the snow showed that Prince
had crawled about forty yards after he was wounded and fired his rifle
several times. He had been taken prisoner.

From this time on the fighting in the Upper Dvina was limited to the
mere patrol activities. There to be sure was always a strain on the men.
Remembering their comrades who had been ambushed before, it took the
sturdiest brand of courage for small parties to go out day and night on
the hard packed trails, to pass like deer along a marked runway with
hunter ready with cocked rifle. The odds were hopelessly against them.
The vigilance of their patrols, however, may account for the fact that
even after his great success on the Vaga, the commander of Bolshevik
Northern Army did not send his forces against the formidably guarded
Toulgas.

One day we were ordered by British headquarters to patrol many miles
across the river where it had been reported small parties of Bolos were
raiding a village. We had seventeen sleighs drawn by little shaggy
ponies, which we left standing in their harnesses and attached to the
sleighs while we slept among the trees beside a great roaring blaze that
our Russian drivers piled high with big logs the whole night through;
and the next morning, in the phantom gloom we were off again, gliding
noisel