ept the sleep of the just--of the tired at any
rate.

And so ended a day in which we had had a good specimen of a modern
battle, where both sides had shown equal and indomitable pluck.

_June 29th._--Spent the day resting and washing clothes. When I can I
have a washing day twice a week.

Many wounded passed through Aberdeen Gully after I left last night,
the total up to some hour this morning being 566, which meant a lot of
hard work.

After I left, Ashmead-Bartlett was passing, and recognising Padre
Creighton he went over our Gully, and greatly admired the place for
its suitability and picturesqueness, and is to give a description of
it in one of his early articles to the home papers--so he says. He
told our fellows the following story of a friend of his, who had been
through the landing of April 25. He wrote home saying that shells flew
thick about his ears, torpedoes chased him about, and mines floated
all round; still he was not in the least afraid, he just thought of
what his padre told them the previous Sunday, when he exhorted them
when in danger to look upwards. He looked upwards, and behold! here
was a bloody aeroplane dropping bombs.

Early in the afternoon we had a goodly number of shells. Yesterday,
when I was up The Gully, a large piece of shell flew through our mess
tent, where the servants were sitting, and landed in a jam pot on the
table, splashing an orderly all over; he, mistaking jam for his own
blood, did not know whether he was really alive or dead.

_June 30th._--We had seven large shells during the night, all landing
on our side of W. Beach. Two traction engines have been fitted up
lately down on the shore, and one of these was smashed, and a
tool-house beside it blown pretty well to pieces. There was also some
fighting about our left and centre, but I have not heard the result.
The Turks have now a plentiful supply of ammunition, and all yesterday
afternoon and this morning have poured a constant stream of high
explosives into the French side of Kereves Dere.

Soon after 8 p.m. lightning flashed thick about Imbros, which had an
inky black cloud hanging overhead. The storm moved to the east, till
it came over Achi Baba, and by this time the flashes were almost
constant and the thunder loud. It was one of the grandest
thunderstorms I ever saw, and what made it more impressive was the din
and flashing of all our guns, the searchlight from Chanak, which
always plays over the Dardanelle