n unto the
end; his courage, his sunshine. I have also given some other pictures
of France that aim to show his heart-relations to his allies and to the
folks at home.

If I have done this, sufficient shall be my reward.

CONTENTS

I. SILHOUETTES OF SONG
II. SHIP SILHOUETTES
III. SILHOUETTES OF SACRIFICE
IV. SILHOUETTES SPIRITUAL
V. SILHOUETTES OF SACRILEGE
VI. SILHOUETTES OF SILENCE
VII. SILHOUETTES OF SERVICE
VIII. SILHOUETTES OF SORROW
IX. SILHOUETTES OF SUFFERING
X. SOLDIER SILHOUETTES
XI. SKY SILHOUETTES
XII. THE LIGHTS OF WAR
XIII. SILHOUETTES OF SUNSHINE

ILLUSTRATIONS

"_Traveller, hast thou ever seen so great a grief as
mine?_" . . . . . . _Frontispiece_

"_What are those dots on the sun?" Doctor Freeman
shouted to me_

_The upturned roots of an old tree were just in front_

"_The last seen of Dale he was gathering together a
crowd of little children_"

"_The boys call her 'The Woman with Sandwiches
and Sympathy'_"

_What was the difference? He had gotten a letter_

_One night I had the privilege of seeing a plane caught
by the search-light_

_The air-raid had not dampened her sense of humor_

I

SILHOUETTES OF SONG

The great transport was cutting its sturdy way through three dangers:
the submarine zone, a terrific storm beating from the west against its
prow, and a night as dark as Erebus because of the storm, with no
lights showing.

I had the midnight-to-four-o'clock-in-the-morning "watch" and on this
night I was on the "aft fire-control." Below me on the aft gun-deck,
as the rain pounded, the wind howled, and the ship lurched to and fro,
I could see the bulky forms of the boy gunners. There were two to each
gun, two standing by, with telephone pieces to their ears, and six
sleeping on the deck, ready for any emergency. The greatcoats made
them look like gaunt men of the sea as they huddled against their guns,
watching, waiting. I wondered what they could see in that impenetrable
darkness, if a U-boat could even survive in that storm; but Uncle Sam
never sleeps in these days, and this transport was especially worth
watching, for it carried a precious cargo of wounded officers and men
back to the homeland, west bound.

For an hour I had heard no sound from the boys on the gun-deck below
me. When I was on watch in the daylight I knew them to be just a great
crowd of fine, buoyant, happy Americ