ade out in the
open field there were several thousand seated on the grass, with their
eight bands drawn up in front. In every service the battle was on
between good and evil, between God and mammon, between sacrifice and
sin.

One night we visited the sailors' training camp. It was a great
meeting, with two thousand of the sailor boys crowded in a big theater.
The concert was going on when we arrived and the jeers and yells of the
crowd drowned some of the voices of the performers; it was evident that
we were going to have a hard time to hold the audience. Captain "Peg"
stepped to the stage and soon had them singing, "We'll Never Let the
Old Flag Fall." Roars of applause followed and they clamored for more.
Out in the glare of the footlights and looking into that sea of faces,
we began to fight for that audience. There were two thousand tempted
men whom we should never see again. In five minutes the whole theater
was hushed--you could hear a pin drop. After half an hour the meeting
was interrupted by the noise of the band outside. Surely the men will
bolt and leave the meeting. We said to them: "Boys, there is the band.
Let everybody go now who wants to go! We are going on. Every man that
wants to make the fight for character, the fight for purity with the
help of Jesus Christ, stay with us here." There was a shout from the
audience, and not a man left the theater. The band thundered on, but
the crowd was with us now, and the hopes of hundreds of hearts for the
things that are eternal surged to the surface. Several hundred men
signed the War Roll, pledging their allegiance to the Lord Jesus
Christ. One sailor boy came up to thank us, saying that he had all but
fallen the week before; and simply for the lack of a sixpence he had
been saved from sin. With God's help he would now live for Christ.
Another came up who had been drinking heavily and had quarreled with
his wife. He did not have the price of a postage stamp to write to
her. He wanted to know how he could be saved from drink. Man after
man came forward, hungry for human help and longing for a better life.

[Illustration: Harry Lauder Singing at a Y. M. C. A. Meeting. The
Officer seated at the extreme right is Captain "Peg."]

On another occasion we were with the army of Australian and New Zealand
troops, as they were marching by the King at their last review before
going to the front. Fortunately, we had secured standing room near the
King