they fall till dark. Our losses
would likely be 3000 to 4000.

The Asiatic guns, finding they could take little active part in the
proceedings, although they fired occasionally on the French, amused
themselves by firing at W. Beach and the battery on Tekke Burnu, and
with forty-two shots managed to kill two men and wound eight. One of
our men, Corporal Dunn, got badly hit while in Aberdeen Gully by a
two-pound shell cap. It was due to the premature bursting of one of
our own shells. (Corporal Dunn died a day or two afterwards.) So far
the wounds received by our Ambulance have been slight.

Padre Creighton had a peculiar experience at 1 a.m. to-day, while
asleep in his "crow's nest". He has taken up his quarters with us in
Aberdeen Gully, and has a dugout about 15 feet above the path that
winds the length of our Gully. This is almost sheer up and is reached
by steps cut in the rock and sandbags. It was formed by levelling a
natural recess, and had a galvanised iron roof. Sheer up from this
again the rock rises another 70 or 80 feet to the mule track above. A
packhorse with two heavy tanks lost its footing on its way up and fell
crashing down on Creighton's place, carrying away the roof and a
number of sandbags, and dropping one of the boxes in the middle of his
bed. The padre escaped untouched. Kellas, sleeping further down the
path, rushed out and found himself face to face with the runaway
steed, which, still more strange to say, was also unhurt. The padre in
the bright moonlight was standing in his pyjamas on the top of his
steps, scratching his head, and wondering what it all meant.

The heat all through the day had been most trying, and as I trudged
down The Gully by myself, Thomson remaining behind, in the sweltering
heat, the whole way packed tight with ammunition and other wagons,
through a dust that filled The Gully to the very brim, I felt dead
tired after a hard day's work and the long tramp of yesterday, when we
looked in vain for a site for a new advanced dressing station. The
road seemed without end. As I neared "home" and came over the slight
rise at our cemetery the moon rose through a slight haze over the
classic Mount Ida, as a great blood-red ball, while on my other side,
out in the Gulf of Saros, a dense cloud hung over Imbros, which every
few seconds was lit up by a flash of lightning. I had little food all
day, and was too tired to eat, but after a big drink of lime juice I
retired to bed and sl