e heat in the depths of The Gully was very
intense and without a breath of wind.

_May 24th._--A little rain fell in the morning, and it was more or
less cloudy during the day. We watched a fierce thunderstorm, which
came round the south side of Imbros, up its east side, then it turned
west towards Samothrace. Much shelling to-day, but mostly short and
some way from our camp. I hear of no damage.

_May 25th._--Had another walk to-day to the top of The Gully with
Kellas, Agassiz, and Thomson. Plenty of shells over our heads.
Twenty-six shells were fired this morning at several aeroplanes that
had landed on our aerodrome. Two were more or less damaged, one with a
hole through its petrol tank.

As we were returning from The Gully and were ascending the high bank
of Gully Beach I saw something was wrong out at sea, three or four
ships being apparently huddled together in one mass. Through my
glasses I saw the stern of a ship in the air, preparing for its final
plunge to the bottom of the sea. In three minutes or so she had
entirely gone. Strange to say what we had been watching was the last
of the "Triumph" which had been torpedoed by the submarine that caused
the excitement the other day. She is said to have sunk in twenty
minutes. We have not yet heard how many perished in this most
regrettable disaster, but if it is true that her magazine blew up, as
we hear, the loss will likely be heavy. H.M.S. "Triumph" did much
useful work out here. This is the second warship we have lost since we
arrived in Gallipoli.

_May 26th._--Yesterday we opened a dressing station one and a half
miles up the Krithia road. It was the duty of Fiddes and Whyte to be
posted there for twenty-four hours, beginning at 3 p.m., but the
latter having been kicked by a horse yesterday I offered to take his
place. I am there now sitting on the edge of a deep funk hole which I
have strewn with a thick layer of thyme, meaning to have a pleasant
night between "lavender sheets," but I am told by Stephen and Thomson
that there is no sleep to be had out here owing to the terrible din
that goes on. At present--7.30--there is a violent interchange of
shells going on, the enemy's mostly flying high over our heads on the
way to our Beach. The aerodrome beside it has been very furiously
attacked during the last two days with considerable damage.

Beside us is the grave of a Turk who smells as all Turks do. Our men,
I fancy, think they do not deserve much