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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Amateur Army, by Patrick MacGill
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+Title: The Amateur Army
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+Author: Patrick MacGill
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+Release Date: June 16, 2005 [EBook #16078]
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+
+THE AMATEUR ARMY
+
+BY PATRICK MACGILL
+
+
+
+
+BY THE SAME AUTHOR
+
+CHILDREN OF THE DEAD END
+
+THE RAT-PIT
+
+[Illustration: RIFLEMAN PATRICK MACGILL]
+
+
+
+
+HERBERT JENKINS LIMITED ARUNDEL PLACE HAYMARKET LONDON S.W. MCMXV
+
+
+
+
+_Wyman & Sons Ltd., Printers, London and Reading._
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE
+
+
+I am one of the million or more male residents of the United Kingdom,
+who a year ago had no special yearning towards military life, but who
+joined the army after war was declared. At Chelsea I found myself a
+unit of the 2nd London Irish Battalion, afterwards I was drilled into
+shape at the White City and training was concluded at St. Albans,
+where I was drafted into the 1st Battalion. In my spare time I wrote
+several articles dealing with the life of the soldier from the stage
+of raw "rooky" to that of finished fighter. These I now publish in
+book form, and trust that they may interest men who have joined the
+colours or who intend to take up the profession of arms and become
+members of the great brotherhood of fighters.
+
+                                                     PATRICK MACGILL.
+
+  "The London Irish,"
+  British Expeditionary Force,
+  _March 25th_, 1915.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+                                                         PAGE
+  CHAPTER I
+
+  I ENLIST AND AM BILLETED                                13
+
+  CHAPTER II
+
+  RATIONS AND SICK PARADE                                 23
+
+  CHAPTER III
+
+  PICKETS AND SPECIAL LEAVE                               36
+
+  CHAPTER IV
+
+  OFFICERS AND RIFLES                                     48
+
+  CHAPTER V
+
+  THE COFFEE-SHOP AND WANKIN                              60
+
+  CHAPTER VI
+
+  THE NIGHT SIDE OF SOLDIERING                            71
+
+  CHAPTER VII
+
+  DIVISIONAL EXERCISE AND MIMIC WARFARE                   85
+
+  CHAPTER VIII
+
+  THE GENERAL INSPECTION AND THE EVERLASTING WAITING      99
+
+  CHAPTER IX
+
+  READY TO GO--THE BATTALION MOVES                       111
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+I ENLIST AND AM BILLETED
+
+
+What the psychological processes were that led to my enlisting in
+"Kitchener's Army" need not be inquired into. Few men could explain
+why they enlisted, and if they attempted they might only prove that
+they had done as a politician said the electorate does, the right
+thing from the wrong motive. There is a story told of an incident that
+occurred in Flanders, which shows clearly the view held in certain
+quarters. The Honourable Artillery Company were relieving some
+regulars in the trenches when the following dialogue ensued between a
+typical Tommy Atkins and an H.A.C. private:
+
+T.A.: "Oo are you?"
+
+H.A.C.: "We're the H.A.C."
+
+T.A.: "Gentlemen, ain't yer?"
+
+H.A.C.: "Oh well, in a way I suppose--"
+
+T.A.: "'Ow many are there of yer?"
+
+H.A.C.: "About eight hundred."
+
+T.A.: "An' they say yer volunteered!"
+
+H.A.C.: "Yes, we did."
+
+T.A.: (With conviction as he gathers together his kit). "Blimey, yer
+must be mad!"
+
+For curiosity's sake I asked some of my mates to give me their reasons
+for enlisting. One particular friend of mine, a good-humoured Cockney,
+grinned sheepishly as he replied confidentially, "Well, matey, I done
+it to get away from my old gal's jore--now you've got it!" Another
+recruit, a pale, intelligent youth, who knew Nietzsche by heart,
+glanced at me coldly as he answered, "I enlisted because I am an
+Englishman." Other replies were equally unilluminating and I desisted,
+remembering that the Germans despise us because we are devoid of
+military enthusiasm.
+
+The step once taken, however, we all set to work to discover how we
+might become soldiers with a minimum of exertion and inconvenience to
+ourselves. During the process I learned many things, among others
+that I was a unit in the most democratic army in history; where Oxford
+undergraduate and farm labourer, Cockney and peer's son lost their
+identity and their caste in a vast war machine. I learned that Tommy
+Atkins, no matter from what class he is recruited, is immortal, and
+that we British are one of the most military nations in the world. I
+have learned to love my new life, obey my officers, and depend upon
+my rifle; for I am Rifleman Patrick MacGill of the Irish Rifles, where
+rumour has it that the Colonel and I are the only two _real_ Irishmen
+in the battalion. It should be remembered that a unit of a rifle
+regiment is known as rifleman, not private; we like the term rifleman,
+and feel justly indignant when a wrong appellation plays skittles with
+our rank.
+
+The earlier stages of our training took place at Chelsea and the White
+City, where untiring instructors strove to convince us that we were
+about the most futile lot of "rookies" that it had ever been their
+misfortune to encounter. It was not until we were unceremoniously
+dumped amidst the peaceful inhabitants of a city that slumbers in the
+shadow of an ancient cathedral that I felt I was in reality a soldier.
+
+Here we were to learn that there is no novelty so great for the newly
+enlisted soldier as that of being billeted, in the process of which he
+finds himself left upon an unfamiliar door-step like somebody else's
+washing. He is the instrument by which the War Office disproves that
+"an Englishman's home is his castle." He has the law behind him;
+but nothing else--save his own capacity for making friends with his
+victims.
+
+If the equanimity of English householders who are about to have
+soldiers billeted upon them is a test of patriotism, there may well be
+some doubts about the patriotic spirit of the English middle class in
+the present crisis. The poor people welcome to their homes soldiers
+who in most cases belong to the same strata of society as themselves;
+and, besides, ninepence a night as billet-fee is not to be laughed
+at. The upper class can easily bear the momentary inconvenience of
+Tommy's company; the method of procedure of the very rich in regard to
+billeting seldom varies--a room, stripped of all its furniture, fitted
+with beds and pictures, usually of a religious nature, is given up
+for the soldiers' benefit. The lady of the house, gifted with that
+familiar ease which the very rich can assume towards the poor at a
+pinch--especially a pinch like the present, when "all petty class
+differences are forgotten in the midst of the national crisis"--may
+come and talk to her guests now and again, tell them that they are
+fine fellows, and give them a treat to light up the heavy hours that
+follow a long day's drill in full marching order. But the middle
+class, aloof and austere in its own seclusion, limited in means and
+apartment space, cannot easily afford the time and care needed for the
+housing of soldiers. State commands cannot be gainsaid, however, and
+Tommy must be housed and fed in the country which he will shortly go
+out and defend in the trenches of France or Flanders.
+
+The number of men assigned to a house depends in a great measure on
+the discretion of the householder and the temper of the billeting
+officer. A gruff reply or a caustic remark from the former sometimes
+offends; often the officer is in a hurry, and at such a time
+disproportionate assortment is generally the result. A billeting
+officer has told me that fifty per cent. of the householders whom he
+has approached show manifest hostility to the housing of soldiers. But
+the military authorities have a way of dealing with these people. On
+one occasion an officer asked a citizen, an elderly man full of paunch
+and English dignity, how many soldiers could he keep in his house.
+"Well, it's like this--," the man began.
+
+"Have you any room to spare here?" demanded the officer.
+
+"None, except on the mat," was the caustic answer.
+
+"Two on the mat, then," snapped the officer, and a pair of tittering
+Tommies were left at the door.
+
+Matronly English dignity suffered on another occasion when a sergeant
+inquired of a middle-aged woman as to the number of men she could
+billet in her house.
+
+"None," she replied. "I have no way of keeping soldiers."
+
+"What about that apartment there?" asked the N.C.O. pointing to the
+drawing-room.
+
+"But they'll destroy everything in the room," stammered the woman.
+
+"Clear the room then."
+
+"But they'll have to pass through the hall to get in, and there are so
+many valuable things on the walls--"
+
+"You've got a large window in the drawing-room," said the officer;
+"remove that, and the men will not have to pass through the hall. I'll
+let you off lightly, and leave only two."
+
+"But I cannot keep two."
+
+"Then I'll leave four," was the reply, and four were left.
+
+Sadder than this, even, was the plight of the lady and gentleman at
+St. Albans who told the officer that their four children were just
+recovering from an attack of whooping cough. The officer, being a
+wise man and anxious about the welfare of those under his care, fled
+precipitately. Later he learned that there had been no whooping cough
+in the house; in fact, the people who caused him to beat such a hasty
+retreat were childless. He felt annoyed and discomfited; but about a
+week following his first visit he called again at the house, this time
+followed by six men.
+
+"These fellows are just recovering from whooping cough," he told the
+householder; "they had it bad. We didn't know what to do with them,
+but, seeing that you've had whooping cough here, I feel it's the only
+place where it will be safe to billet them." And he left them there.
+
+But happenings like these were more frequent at the commencement of
+the war than now. Civilians, even those of the conventional middle
+class, are beginning to understand that single men in billets, to
+paraphrase Kipling slightly, are remarkably like themselves.
+
+With us, rations are served out daily at our billets; our landladies
+do the cooking, and mine, an adept at the culinary art, can transform
+a basin of flour and a lump of raw beef into a dish that would make an
+epicurean mouth water. Even though food is badly cooked in the billet,
+it has a superior flavour, which is never given it in the boilers
+controlled by the company cook. Army stew has rather a notorious
+reputation, as witness the inspired words of a regimental poet--one of
+the 1st Surrey Rifles--in a pĉan of praise to his colonel:
+
+  "Long may the colonel with us bide,
+    His shadow ne'er grow thinner.
+  (It would, though, if he ever tried
+    Some Army stew for dinner.)"
+
+Billeting has gained for the soldier many friends, and towns that have
+become accustomed to his presence look sadly forward to the day when
+he will leave them for the front, where no kind landlady will be at
+hand to transform raw beef and potatoes into beef pudding or potato
+pie. The working classes in particular view the future with misgiving.
+The bond of sympathy between soldier and workers is stronger than that
+between soldier and any other class of citizen. The houses and manners
+of the well-to-do daunt most Tommies. "In their houses we feel out
+of it somehow," they say. "There's nothin' we can talk about with the
+swells, and 'arf the time they be askin' us about things that's no
+concern of theirs at all."
+
+Most toilers who have no friends or relations preparing for war
+have kinsmen already in the trenches--or on the roll of honour. And
+feelings stronger than those of friendship now unite thousands of
+soldiers to the young girls of the houses in which they are billeted.
+For even in the modern age, that now seems to voice the ultimate
+expression of man's culture and advance in terrorism and destruction,
+love and war, vital as the passion of ancient story, go hand in hand
+up to the trenches and the threat of death.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+RATIONS AND SICK PARADE
+
+
+It has been said that an army moves upon its stomach, and, as if in
+confirmation of this, the soldier is exhorted in an official pamphlet
+"Never to start on a march with an empty stomach." To a hungry
+rifleman the question of his rations is a matter of vital importance.
+For the first few weeks our food was cooked up and served out on the
+parade ground, or in the various gutter-fringed sheds standing in
+the vicinity of our headquarters. The men were discontented with the
+rations, and rumour had it that the troops stationed in a neighbouring
+village rioted and hundreds had been placed under arrest.
+
+Sometimes a haunch of roast beef was doled out almost raw, and
+potatoes were generally boiled into pulp; these when served up looked
+like lumps of wet putty. Two potatoes, unwashed and embossed with
+particles of gravel, were allowed to each man; all could help
+themselves by sticking their fingers into the doughy substance and
+lifting out a handful, which they placed along with the raw "roast" on
+the lid of their mess-tin. This constituted dinner, but often rations
+were doled out so badly that several men only got half the necessary
+allowance for their meals.
+
+Tea was seldom sufficiently sweetened, and the men had to pay for
+milk. After a time we became accustomed to the Epsom Salts that a
+kindly War Office, solicitous for our well-being, caused to be added,
+and some of us may go to our graves insisting on Epsom Salts with tea.
+The feeding ground being in many cases a great distance from the fire,
+the tea was cold by the time it arrived at the men's quarters. Those
+who could afford it, took their food elsewhere: the restaurants in
+the vicinity did a roaring trade, and several new ones were opened. A
+petition was written; the men signed it, and decided to send it to
+the colonel; but the N.C.O.'s stepped in and destroyed the document.
+"You'll not do much good at the front," they told us, "if you are
+grumbling already."
+
+A week followed the destruction of the petition, and then appeared the
+following in Battalion Orders: "From to-morrow until further orders,
+rations will be issued at the men's billets." This announcement caused
+no little sensation, aroused a great deal of comment, and created a
+profound feeling of satisfaction in the battalion. Thenceforth rations
+were served out at the billets, and the householders were ordered
+to do the cooking. My landlady was delighted. "Not half feeding you;
+that's a game," she said. "And you going to fight for your country!
+But wait till you see the dishes I'll make out of the rations when
+they come."
+
+The rations came. In the early morning a barrow piled with eatables
+was dragged through our street, and the "ration fatigue" party, full
+of the novelty of a new job, yelled in chorus, "Bring out your dead,
+ladies; rations are 'ere!"
+
+"What have you got?" asked my landlady, going to the door. "What are
+you supposed to leave for the men? Nothing's too good for them that's
+going to fight for their country."
+
+"Dead rats," said the ration-corporal with a grin.
+
+"Don't be funny. What are my men to get?"
+
+"Each man a pound of fresh meat, one and a half pounds of bread, two
+taters, two ounces of sugar, and an ounce of tea and three ounces of
+cheese. And, besides this, every feller gets a tin of jam once in four
+days."
+
+This looks well on paper, but pot and plate make a difference in the
+proposition. Army cheese runs to rind rapidly, and a pound of beef is
+often easily bitten to the bone: sometimes, in fact, it is all
+bone and gristle, and the ravages of cooking minimise its bulk in
+a disheartening way. One and a half pound of bread is more than the
+third of a big loaf, but minus butter it makes a featureless repast.
+Breakfast and tea without butter and milk does not always make a
+dainty meal.
+
+Even the distribution of rations leaves much to be desired; the
+fatigue party, well-intentioned and sympathetic though it be, often
+finds itself short of provisions. This may in many cases be due to
+unequal distribution; an ounce of beef too much to each of sixteen men
+leaves the seventeenth short of meat. This may easily happen, as the
+ration party has never any means of weighing the food: it is nearly
+always served out by guesswork. But sometimes the landladies help in
+the distribution by bringing out scales and weighing the provisions.
+One lady in our street always weighed the men's rations, and saw that
+those under her care got the exact allowance. Never would she take any
+more than her due, and never less. But a few days ago, when weighing
+sugar and tea, a blast of wind upset the scales, and a second
+allowance met with a similar fate. Sugar and tea littered the
+pavement, and finally the woman supplied her soldiers from the
+household stores. She now leaves the work of distribution in the hands
+of the ration party, and takes what is given to her without grumbling.
+
+The soldiers' last meal is generally served out about five o'clock
+in the afternoon, sometimes earlier; and a stretch of fourteen hours
+intervenes between then and breakfast. About nine o'clock in
+the evening those who cannot afford to pay for extras feel their
+waist-belts slacken, and go supperless to bed. And tea is not a very
+substantial meal; the rations served out for the day have decreased in
+bulk, bread has wasted to microscopic proportions, and the cheese has
+diminished sadly in size. A regimental song, pent with soldierly woes,
+bitterly bemoans the drawbacks of Tommy's tea:
+
+  "Bread and cheese for breakfast,
+    For dinner Army stew,
+  But when it comes to tea-time
+    There's dough and rind for you,
+        So you and me
+        Won't wait for tea--
+    We're jolly big fools if we do."
+
+But those who do not live in billets, and whose worldly wealth fails
+to exceed a shilling a day, must be content with Army rations, with
+the tea tasting of coom, and seldom sweetened, with the pebble-studded
+putty potato coated in clay, with the cheese that runs to rind at
+last parade, and, above all, with the knowledge that they are merely
+inconvenienced at home so that they may endure the better abroad.
+
+There is another school of theorists that states that an army moves,
+not upon its stomach, but upon its feet, the care of which is of vital
+importance. This, too, finds confirmation in the official pamphlet,
+which tells the soldier to "Remember that a dirty foot is an unsound
+foot. See that feet are washed if no other part of the body is," etc.
+
+My right foot had troubled me for days; a pain settled in the arch of
+the instep, and caused me intense agony when resuming the march after
+a short halt; at night I would suddenly awake from sleep to experience
+the sensation of being stabbed by innumerable pins in ankle and toes.
+Marching in future, I felt, would be a monstrous futility, and I
+decided that my case was one for the medical officer.
+
+Sick parade is not restricted by any dress order; the sore-footed
+may wear slippers; the sore-headed, Balaclava helmets; puttees can be
+discarded; mufflers and comforters may be used. "The sick rabble" is
+the name given by the men to the crowd that waits outside the door of
+the M.O.'s room at eight in the morning. And every morning brings its
+quota of ailing soldiers; some seriously ill, some slightly, and a few
+(as may be expected out of a thousand men of all sorts and conditions)
+who have imaginary or feigned diseases that will so often save
+"slackers" from a hard day's marching. The aim and ambition of these
+latter seem to be to do as little hard work as possible; some of them
+attend sick parade on an average once a week, and generally obtain
+exemption from a day's work. To obtain this they resort to several
+ruses; headaches and rheumatic pains are difficult to detect, and the
+doctor must depend on the private's word; a quick pulse and heightened
+temperature is engendered by a brisk run, and this is often a means
+towards a favourable medical verdict--that is, when "favourable" means
+a suspension of duties.
+
+At a quarter to eight I stood with ten others in front of the M.O.'s
+door, on which a white card with the blue-lettered "No Smoking"
+stood out in bold relief. The morning was bitterly cold, and a sharp,
+penetrating wind splashed with rain swept round our ears, and chilled
+our hands and faces. One of the waiting queue had a sharp cough and
+spat blood; all this was due, he told us, to a day's divisional
+field exercise, when he had to lie for hours on the wet ground
+firing "blanks" at a "dummy" enemy. Another sick soldier, a youth of
+nineteen, straight as a lance and lithe as a poplar, suffered from
+ulcer in the throat. "I had the same thing before," he remarked in a
+thin, hoarse voice, "but I got over it somehow. This time it'll maybe
+the hospital. I don't know."
+
+An orderly corporal filled in admission forms and handed them to us;
+each form containing the sick man's regimental number, name, religion,
+age, and length of military service, in addition to several other
+minor details having no reference at all to the matter in hand. These
+forms were again handed over to another orderly corporal, who stood
+smoking a cigarette under the blue-lettered notice pinned to the door.
+
+The boy with the sore throat was sitting in a chair in the room when I
+entered, the doctor bending over him. "Would you like a holiday?" the
+M.O. asked in a kindly voice.
+
+"Where to, sir?"
+
+"A couple of days in hospital would leave you all right, my man," the
+M.O. continued, "and it would be a splendid rest."
+
+"I don't want a rest," answered the youth. "Maybe I'll be better in
+the morning, sir."
+
+The doctor thought for a moment, then:
+
+"All right, report to-morrow again," he said. "You're a brave boy.
+Some, who are not the least ill, whine till one is sick--what's the
+matter with you?"
+
+"Sore foot, sir," I said, seeing the M.O.'s eyes fixed on me.
+
+"Off with your boot, then."
+
+I took off my boot, placed my foot on a chair, and had it inspected.
+
+"What's wrong with it?"
+
+"I don't know, sir. It pains me when marching, and sometimes--"
+
+"Have you ever heard that Napoleon said an army marches on its
+stomach?"
+
+"Yes, sir, when the feet of the army is all right," I answered.
+
+"Quite true," he replied. "No doubt you've sprained one of yours;
+just wash it well in warm water, rub it well, and have a day or two
+resting. That will leave you all right. Your boots are good?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"They don't pinch or--what's wrong with you?" He was speaking to the
+next man.
+
+"I don't know, sir."
+
+"Don't know? You don't know why you're here. What brought you here?"
+
+"Rheumatic pains, I think, sir," was the answer. "Last night I 'ad an
+orful night. Couldn't sleep. I think it was the wet as done it. Lyin'
+out on the grass last field day--"
+
+"How many times have you been here before?"
+
+"Well, sir, the last time was when--"
+
+"How many times?"
+
+"I don't know, sir."
+
+"Was it rheumatic pains last time?"
+
+"No sir, it was jaw-ache--toothache, I mean."
+
+"I'll put you on light duties for the day," said the M.O. And the
+rheumatic one and I went out together.
+
+"That's wot they do to a man that's sick," said the rheumatic one when
+we got outside. "Me that couldn't sleep last night, and now it's light
+duties. I know what light duties are. You are to go into the orderly
+room and wash all the dishes: then you go and run messages, then you
+'old the orficer's horse and then maybe when you're worryin' your own
+bit of grub they come and bundle you out to sweep up the orficers'
+mess, or run an errand for the 'ead cook and bottle-washer. Light
+duties ain't arf a job. I'm blowed if marchin' in full kit ain't ten
+times better, and I'm going to grease to the battalion parade."
+
+Fifteen minutes later I met him leaving his billet, his haversack
+on the wrong side, his cartridge pouches open, the bolt of his gun
+unfastened; his whole general appearance was a discredit to his
+battalion and a disgrace to the Army. I helped to make him presentable
+as he bellowed his woes into my ear. "No bloomin' grub this mornin',"
+he said. "Left my breakfast till I'd come back, and 'aven't no time
+for it now. Anyway I'm going out on the march; no light duties for me.
+I know what they are." He was still protesting against the hardships
+of things as he swung out of sight round the corner of the street.
+Afterwards I heard that he got three days C.B. for disobeying the
+orders of the M.O.
+
+Save for minor ailments and accident, my battalion is practically
+immune from sickness; colds come and go as a matter of course, sprains
+and cuts claim momentary attention, but otherwise the health of the
+battalion is perfect. "We're too healthy to be out of the trenches,"
+a company humorist has remarked, and the company and battalion agrees
+with him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+PICKETS AND SPECIAL LEAVE
+
+
+One of the first things we had to learn was that our ancient cathedral
+town has its bounds and limits for the legions of the lads in khaki.
+Beyond a certain line, the two-mile boundary, we dare not venture
+alone without written permission, and we can only pass the limit in a
+body when led by a commissioned officer.
+
+The whole world, with the exception of the space enclosed by this
+narrow circle, is closed to the footsteps of Tommy; he cannot now
+visit his sweetheart, his sweetheart must come and visit him. The
+housemaid from Hammersmith and the typist from Tottenham have to come
+to their beaux in billets, and as most of the men in our town are
+single, and nearly all have sweethearts, it is estimated that five
+or six thousand maidens blush to hear the old, old story within the
+two-mile limit every week-end.
+
+Once only every month is a soldier allowed week-end leave, and then
+he has permission to be absent from his billet between the hours of
+3 p.m. on Saturday and 10 p.m. on Sunday. His pass states that during
+this time he is not liable to be arrested for desertion. Some men use
+one pass for quite a long period, and alter the dates to suit every
+occasion.
+
+One Sunday, when returning from week-end leave, I travelled from
+London by train. My compartment was crowded with men of my division,
+and only one-half of these had true passes; one, who was an adept
+calligraphist, wrote his own pass, and made a counterfeit signature
+of the superior who should have signed the form of leave. Another had
+altered the dates of an early pass so cleverly that it was difficult
+to detect the erasure, and a number of men had no passes whatsoever.
+These boasted of having travelled to London every week-end, and they
+had never been caught napping.
+
+Passes were generally inspected at the station preceding the one to
+which we were bound. My travelling companions were well aware of this,
+and made preparations to combat the difficulty in front; two crawled
+under the seats, and two more went up on the racks, where they lay
+quiet as mice, stretched out at full length and covered over with
+several khaki overcoats. One man, a brisk Cockney, who would not deign
+to roost or crawl, took up his position as far away as possible from
+the platform window.
+
+"Grease the paper along as quick as you know 'ow and keep the picket
+jorin' till I'm safe," he remarked as the train stopped and a figure
+in khaki fumbled with the door handle.
+
+"Would you mind me lookin' at passes, mateys?" demanded the picket,
+entering the compartment. The man by the door produced his pass, the
+one he had written and signed himself; and when it passed inspection
+he slyly slipped it behind the back of the man next him, and in the
+space of three seconds the brisk Cockney had the forged permit of
+leave to show to the inspector. The men under the seat and on the
+racks were not detected.
+
+Every station in our town and its vicinity has a cordon of pickets,
+the Sunday farewell kisses of sweethearts are never witnessed by the
+platform porter, as the lovers in khaki are never allowed to see
+their loves off by train, and week-end adieux always take place at
+the station entrance. Some time ago the pickets allowed the men to
+see their sweethearts off, but as many youths abused the privilege and
+took train to London when they got on the platform, these kind actions
+have now become merely a pleasing memory.
+
+Pickets seem to crop up everywhere; on one bus ride to London, a
+journey of twenty miles, I have been asked to show my pass three
+times, and on a return journey by train I have had to produce the
+written permit on five occasions. But some units of our divisions soar
+above these petty inconveniences, as do two brothers who motor home
+every Sunday when church parade comes to an end.
+
+When these two leave church after divine service, a car waits them at
+the nearest street corner, and they slip into it, don trilby hats and
+civilian overcoats, and sweep outside the restricted area at a haste
+that causes the slow-witted country policeman to puzzle over the speed
+of the car and forget its number while groping for his pocket-book.
+
+It has always been a pleasure to me to follow for hours the winding
+country roads looking out for fresh scenes and new adventures. The
+life of the roadside dwellers, the folk who live in little stone
+houses and show two flower-pots and a birdcage in their windows, has
+a strange fascination for me. When I took up my abode here and got my
+first free Sunday afternoon, I shook military discipline aside for a
+moment and set out on one of my rambles.
+
+There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something
+irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in
+the traveller's being. I have never striven to analyse this feeling or
+study the moment when it comes, and that feeling has been often mine.
+Now I know the moment it floods the soul of the traveller. It is at
+the end of the second mile, when the limbs warm to their work and the
+lungs fill with the fresh country air. At such a moment, when a man
+naturally forgets restraint to which he has only been accustomed for
+a short while, I met the picket for the first time. He told me to
+turn--and I went back. But it was not in my heart to like that picket,
+and I shall never like him while he stands there, sentry of the
+two-mile limit; an ogre denying me entrance into the wide world that
+lies beyond.
+
+There is one thing, however, before which the picket is impotent--a
+pass. It is like a free pardon to a convict; it opens to him the whole
+world--that is for the period it covers. The two most difficult things
+in military life are to obtain permit of absence from billets, and the
+struggle against the natural impulse to overstay the limit of leave.
+There are times when soldiers experience an intense longing to see
+their own homes, firesides, and friends, and in moments like these it
+takes a stiff fight to overcome the desire to go away, if only for a
+little while, to their native haunts. Only once in five weeks may a
+man obtain a week-end pass--if he is lucky. To the soldier, luck is
+merely another word for skill.
+
+With us, the rifleman who scores six successive "bulls" at six hundred
+yards on the open range has been lucky; if he speaks nicely to the
+quartermaster and obtains the best pair of boots in the stores, he has
+been lucky; if by mistake he is given double rations by the fatigue
+party he is lucky; but if the same man, sweating over his rifle in
+a carnival of "wash-outs," or, weary of blistered feet and empty
+stomach, asks for sympathy because his rifle was sighted too low or
+because he lost his dinner while waiting on boot-parade, we explain
+that his woes are due to a caper of chance--that he has been unlucky.
+To obtain a pass at any time a man must be lucky; obtaining one when
+he desires it most is a thing heard of now and again, and getting a
+pass and not being able to use it is of common occurrence. Now, when I
+applied for special leave I was more than a little lucky.
+
+It was necessary that I should attend to business in London, and I set
+about making application for a permit of leave. I intended to apply
+for a pass dating from 6 p.m. of a Friday evening to 10 p.m. of the
+following Sunday. On Wednesday morning I spoke to a corporal of my
+company.
+
+"If you want leave, see the platoon sergeant," he told me. The platoon
+sergeant, who was in a bad temper, spoke harshly when I approached
+him. "No business of mine!" he said; "the company clerk will look into
+the matter."
+
+But I had no success with the company clerk; the leave which I desired
+was a special one, and that did not come under his jurisdiction. "The
+orderly sergeant knows more about this business than I do. Go to him
+about it," he said.
+
+By Wednesday evening I spoke to the orderly sergeant, who looked
+puzzled for a moment. "Come with me to the lieutenant," he said.
+"He'll know more about this matter than I do, and he'll see into it.
+But it will be difficult to get special leave, you know; they don't
+like to give it."
+
+"Why?" I asked.
+
+"Why?" he repeated; "what the devil does it matter to you? You're paid
+here to do what you're told, not to ask questions."
+
+The lieutenant was courteous and civil. "I can't do anything in the
+matter," he said. "The orderly sergeant will take you to the company
+officer, Captain ----, and he'll maybe do something for you."
+
+"If you're lucky," said the sergeant in a low whisper. About eight
+o'clock in the evening I paraded in the long, dimly-lighted passage
+that leads to our company orderly-room, and there I had to wait two
+hours while the captain was conducting affairs of some kind or another
+inside. When the door was opened I was ordered inside.
+
+"Quick march! Left turn! Halt!" ordered the sergeant as I crossed the
+threshold, and presently I found myself face to face with our company
+commander, who was sitting by a desk with a pile of papers before him.
+
+"What is it?" he asked, fixing a pair of stern eyes on me, and I
+explained my business with all possible despatch.
+
+"Of course you understand that everything is now subservient to your
+military duties; they take premier place in your new life," said the
+officer. "But I'll see what I can do. By myself I am of little help.
+However, you can write out a pass telling the length of time you
+require off duty, and I'll lay it before the proper authorities."
+
+I wrote out the "special pass," which ran as follows:
+
+"Rifleman ---- has permission to be absent from his quarters from
+6 p.m. (date) to 10 p.m. (date), for the purpose of proceeding to
+London."
+
+I came in from a long march on Thursday evening to find the pass
+signed, stamped, and ready. On the following night I could go to
+London, and I spent the evening 'phoning, wiring, and writing to town,
+arranging matters for the day ahead. Also, I asked some friends to
+have dinner with me at seven o'clock on Friday night.
+
+Next day we had divisional exercise, which is usually a lengthy
+affair. In the morning I approached the officer and asked if I might
+be allowed off parade, seeing I had to set out for London at six
+o'clock in the evening.
+
+"Oh! we shall be back early," I was told, "back about three or
+thereabouts."
+
+The day was very interesting; the whole division, thousands of men,
+numberless horses, a regiment of artillery, and all baggage and
+munition for military use took up position in battle formation. In
+front lay an imaginary army, and we had to cross a river to come
+into contact with it. Engineers, under cover of the artillery,
+built pontoon bridges for our crossing; on the whole an intensely
+interesting and novel experience. So interesting indeed that I lost
+all count of time, and only came to consciousness of the clock and
+remembrance of friends making ready for dinner when some one remarked
+that the hour of four had passed, and that we were still five miles
+from home.
+
+I got to my billet at six; there I flung off my pack, threw down my
+rifle, and in frenzied haste consulted a railway timetable. A slow
+train was due to leave our town at five minutes to seven. I arranged
+my papers, made a brief review of matters which would come before me
+later, and with muddy boots and heavy heart I arrived at the station
+at seven minutes to seven and took the slow train for London.
+
+When I told the story of my adventures at dinner a soldier friend
+remarked: "You've been more than a little lucky in getting away at
+all. I was very unlucky when I applied--"
+
+But his story was a long one, and I have forgotten it.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+OFFICERS AND RIFLES
+
+
+As I have said, I have learned among other things to obey my officers
+and depend upon my rifle. At first the junior officers appeared to me
+only as immaculate young men in tailor-made tunics and well-creased
+trousers, wearing swords and wrist-watches, and full of a healthy
+belief in their own importance. My mates are apt to consider them
+as being somewhat vain, and no Tommy dares fail to salute the young
+commissioned officers when he meets them out with their young ladies
+on the public streets. For myself, I have a great respect for them and
+their work; day and night they are at their toil; when parade comes to
+an end, and the battalion is dismissed for the day, the officers, who
+have done ten or twelve hours' of field exercise, turn to their desks
+and company accounts, and time and again the Last Post sees them busy
+over ledgers, pamphlets, and plans.
+
+Accurate and precise in every detail, they know the outs and ins of
+platoon and company drill, and can handle scores and hundreds of men
+with the ease and despatch of artists born to their work. Where
+have these officers, fresh youngsters with budding moustaches and
+white, delicate hands, learned all about frontage, file, flank,
+and formation, alignment, echelon, incline, and interval? Words of
+direction and command come so readily from their lips that I was
+almost tempted to believe that they had learned as easily as they
+taught, that their skill in giving orders could only be equalled by
+the ease with which I supposed they had mastered the details of their
+work. Later I came to know of the difficulty that confronts the young
+men, raw from the Officers' Training Corps, when they take up their
+preliminary duties as commanders of trained soldiers. No "rooky" fresh
+to the ranks is the butt of so many jokes and such biting sarcasm as
+the young officer is subjected to when he takes his place as a leader
+of men.
+
+Soon after my arrival in our town a score of young lieutenants came
+to our parade ground, accompanied by two commanders, a keen-eyed
+adjutant, brisk as a bell, and a white-haired colonel with very thin
+legs, and putties which seemed to have been glued on to his shins. The
+young gentlemen were destined for various regiments, and most of them
+were fresh and spotless in their new uniforms. Some wore Glengarry
+bonnets, kilts, and sporrans, some the black ribbons of Wales; one,
+whose hat-badge proclaimed the Dublin Fusilier, was conspicuous by the
+eyeglass he wore, and others were still arrayed in civilian garb, the
+uniform of city and office life. Several units of my battalion were
+taken off to drill in company with the strange officers. I was one of
+the chosen.
+
+The young men took us in hand, acting in turn as corporals, platoon
+sergeants, and company commanders. The gentleman with the eyeglass had
+charge of my platoon, and from the start he cast surreptitious glances
+at a little red brochure which he held in his hand, and mumbled words
+as if trying to commit something to memory.
+
+"Get to your places," the adjutant yelled to the officers. "Hurry up!
+Don't stand there gaping as if you're going to snap at flies. We've
+got to do some work. There's no hay for those who don't work. Come on,
+Weary, and drill your men; you with the eyeglass, I mean! I want you
+to put the company through some close column movements."
+
+The man with the eyeglass took up his position, and issued some order,
+but his voice was so low that the men nearest him could not hear the
+command.
+
+"Shout!" yelled the adjutant. "Don't mumble like a flapper who has
+just got her first kiss. It's not allowed on parade."
+
+The order was repeated, and the voice raised a little.
+
+"Louder, louder!" yelled the adjutant. Then with fine irony: "These
+men are very interested in what you've got to tell them.... I don't
+think."
+
+Eyeglass essayed another attempt, but stopped in the midst of his
+words, frozen into mute helplessness by the look of the adjutant.
+
+"For heaven's sake, try and speak up," the adjutant said. "If you
+don't talk like a man, these fellows won't salute you when they meet
+you in the street with your young lady. On second thoughts, you had
+better go back and take up the job of platoon sergeant. Come on,
+Glengarry, and try and trumpet an order."
+
+Glengarry, so-called from his bonnet, a sturdy youth with sloping
+shoulders, took up his post nervously.
+
+"A close column forming column of fours," he cried in a shrill treble,
+quoting the cautionary part of his command. "Advance in fours from the
+right; form fours--right!"
+
+"Form fours--where?" roared the adjutant.
+
+"Left," came the answer.
+
+"Left, your grandmother! You were right at first. Did you not know
+that you were right?... Where's Eyeglass, the platoon sergeant, now?
+Who's pinched him?"
+
+This unfortunate officer had dropped his eyeglass, and was now groping
+for it on the muddy ground, one of my mates helping him in the search.
+
+Other officers took up the job of company commander in turn, and all
+suffered. One, who was a dapper little fellow, speedily earned the
+nickname of "Tailor's Dummy;" another, when giving a platoon the
+wrong direction in dressing, was told to be careful, and not shove the
+regiment over. A third, a Welshman, with the black ribbons, got angry
+with a section for some slight mistake made by two of its number, and
+was told to be careful and not annoy the men. He had only got them on
+appro'.
+
+Spick and span in their new uniforms, they came to drill daily on our
+parade ground. Slowly the change took place. They were "rookies" no
+longer, and the adjutant's sarcasm was a thing of the past. Commands
+were pronounced distinctly and firmly; the officers were trained men,
+ready to lead a company of soldiers anywhere and to do anything.
+
+No man who has trained with the new armies can be lacking in respect
+for the indefatigable N.C.O., upon whom the brunt of the work has
+fallen. With picturesque scorn and sarcasm he has formed huge armies
+out of the rawest of raw material, and all in a space of less than
+half a year. His methods are sometimes strange and his temper short;
+yet he achieves his end in the shortest time possible. He is for ever
+correcting the same mistakes and rebuking the same stupidity, and the
+wonder is, not that he loses his temper, but that he should ever be
+able to preserve it. He understands men, and approaches them in an
+idiom that is likely to produce the best results.
+
+"Every man of you has friends of some sort," said the musketry
+instructor, as we formed up in front of him on the parade ground,
+gripping with nervous eagerness the rifles which had just been served
+out from the quartermaster's stores. We were recruits, raw "rookies,"
+green to the grind, and chafing under discipline. "And some sort of
+friends it would be as well as if you never met them," the instructor
+continued. "They'd play you false the minute they'd get your back
+turned. But you've a friend now that will always stand by you and play
+you fair. Just give him a chance, and he'll maybe see you out of many
+a tight corner. Now, who is this friend I'm talking about?" he asked,
+turning to a youth who was leaning on his rifle. "Come, Weary, and
+tell me."
+
+"The rifle," was the answer.
+
+"The crutch?"
+
+"No, the rifle."
+
+"I see that, boy, I see that! But, damn it, don't make a crutch of it.
+You're a soldier now, my man, and not a crippled one yet."
+
+Thus was the rifle introduced to us. We had long waited for its
+coming, and dreamt of cross-guns, the insignia of a crack shot's
+proficiency, while we waited. And with the rifle came romance, and the
+element of responsibility. We were henceforward fighting men,
+numbered units, it was true, with numbered weapons, but for all that,
+fighters--men trained to the trade and licensed to the profession.
+
+Our new friend was rather a troublesome individual to begin with. In
+rising to the slope he had the trick of breaking free and falling on
+the muddy barrack square. A muddy rifle gets rusty, and brings its
+owner into trouble, and a severe penalty is considered meet for the
+man who comes on parade with a rusty rifle. Bringing the friend from
+the slope to the order was a difficult process for us recruits at the
+start the back-sight tore at the fingers, and bleeding hands often
+testified to the unnatural instinct of the rebellious weapon. But the
+unkindest kick of all was given when the slack novice fired the first
+shot, and the heel of the butt slipped upwards and struck the jaw.
+Then was learnt the first real lesson. The rifle kicks with the heel
+and aims for the jaw. Control your friend, humour him; keep him well
+in hand and beware his fling.
+
+I was unlucky in my first rifle practice on the miniature range,
+and out of my first five shots I did not hit the target once. The
+instructor lay by my side on the waterproof ground-sheet (the day was
+a wet one, and the range was muddy) and lectured me between misses on
+the peculiarities of my weapon and the cultivation of a steady eye.
+
+"Keep the beggar under control," he said. "You've got to coax him, and
+not use force. Pull the trigger easily, as though you loved it, and
+hold the butt affectionate-like against the shoulder. It's an easy
+matter to shoot as you're shooting now. There's shooting and shooting,
+and you've got to shoot straight. If you don't you're no dashed good!
+Give me the rifle, you're not aiming at the bull, man, you're aiming
+at the locality where the bull is grazing."
+
+He took my rifle, slid a cartridge into the breech, and coaxed the
+trigger lovingly towards him. Three times he fired, then we went
+together to look at the target. Not a bullet fired by him had struck
+it. The instructor glared down the barrel of the gun, made some
+nasty remarks about deflection, and went back to yell at an orderly
+corporal.
+
+"What the dickens did you take this here for?" he cried. "It's a
+blooming wash-out,[1] and was never any good. Old as an unpaid bill
+and worn bell-mouth it is, and nobody can fire with it."
+
+[Footnote 1: "Wash-out" is a term used by the men when their firing is
+so wide of the mark that it fails to hit any spot on the card. The men
+apply it indiscriminately to anything in the nature of a failure.]
+
+On a new rifle being obtained I passed the preliminary test, and a
+rather repentant instructor remarked that it might be possible to make
+a soldier of me some day.
+
+Since then my fellow-soldiers and I have had almost unlimited rifle
+practice, on miniature and open ranges, at bull and disappearing
+targets, in field firing at distances from 100 to 600 yards. On a
+field exceeding 600 yards it is almost impossible to hit a point
+the size of an ordinary bull; fire then must be directed towards a
+position. Field or volley firing is very interesting. Once my company
+took train to Dunstable and advanced on an imaginary enemy that
+occupied the wastes of the Chiltern Hills. Practice commenced by
+firing at little squares of iron standing upright in a row about 200
+yards off in front of our line. These represented heads and shoulders
+of men rising over the trenches to take aim at us as we advanced. In
+extended order we came to our position, 200 yards distant from the
+front trenches. At the sound of the officer's whistle, we sank to
+the ground, facing our front, fixed our sights, and loaded. A second
+whistle was blown; we fired "three rounds rapid" at the foe. The
+aiming was very accurate; little spurts of earth danced up and around
+the targets, and every iron disc fell. The "searching ground," the
+locality struck by bullets, scarcely measured a dozen paces from front
+to rear, thus showing that there was very little erratic firing.
+
+"That's some shooting!" my Jersey friend remarked. "If the discs were
+Germans!"
+
+"They might shoot back," someone said, "and then we mightn't take as
+cool an aim."
+
+We are trained to the rifle; it is always with us, on parade,
+on march, on bivouac, and recently, when going through a dental
+examination, we carried our weapons of war into the medical officer's
+room. As befits units of a rifle regiment, we have got accustomed
+to our gun, and now, as fully trained men, we have established the
+necessary unity between hand and eye, and can load and unload our
+weapon with butt-plate stiff to shoulder and eye steady on target
+while the operation is in progress. In fact, our rifle comes to hand
+as easy as a walking-stick. We shall be sorry to lose it when the war
+is over, and no doubt we shall feel lonely without it.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+THE COFFEE-SHOP AND WANKIN
+
+
+What the pump is to the villager, so the coffee-shop is to the soldier
+of the New Army. Here the men crowd nightly and live over again the
+incidents of the day. Our particular coffee-shop is situated in our
+corner of the town; our men patronise it; there are three assistants,
+plump, merry girls, and three of our men have fallen in love with
+them; in short, it is our very own restaurant, opened when we came
+here, and adapted to our needs; the waitresses wear our hat-badges,
+sing our songs, and make us welcome when we cross the door to take up
+our usual chairs and yarn over the cosy tables. The Jersey youth
+with the blue eyes, the Oxford man, who speaks of things that humble
+waitresses do not understand, the company drummer, the platoon
+sergeants, and the Cockney who vows that water is spoilt in making
+every cup of coffee he drinks, all come here, and all love the place.
+
+I have come to like the place and do most of my writing there,
+catching snatches of conversation and reminiscence as they float
+across to me.
+
+"I wasn't meanin' to 'urt ole Ginger Nobby nohow, but the muck I
+throwed took 'im dead on the jor. 'Wot's yer gime?' 'e 'ollers at me.
+'Wot's my gime?' I says back to 'im. 'Nuffin', if ye want ter know!' I
+says. 'I was just shyin' at squidges.'"
+
+Thus spoke the bright-eyed Cockney at the table next me, gazing
+regretfully at his empty coffee-cup and cutting away a fringe of
+rag-nails from his finger with a clasp-knife. The time was eight
+o'clock of the evening, and the youth was recounting an adventure
+which he had had in the morning when throwing mud at sparrows on the
+parade ground. A lump of clay had struck a red-haired non-commissioned
+officer on the jaw, and the officer became angry. The above was the
+Cockney version of the story. One of my friends, an army unit with the
+Oxford drawl, was voluble on another subject.
+
+"Russian writers have had a great effect on our literature," he said,
+deep in a favourite topic. "They have stripped bare the soul of man
+with a realism that shrivels up our civilisation and proves--Two
+coffees, please."
+
+A tall, well-set waitress, with several rings on her fingers, took the
+order as gravely as if she were performing some religious function;
+then she turned to the Cockney.
+
+"Cup of cawfee, birdie!" he cried, leaning over the table and trying
+to grip her hand. "Not like the last, mind; it was good water spoilt.
+I'll never come in 'ere again."
+
+"So you say!" said the girl, moving out of his way and laughing
+loudly.
+
+"Strike me balmy if I do!"
+
+"Where'll yer go then?"
+
+"Round the corner, of course," was the answer. "There's another bird
+there--and cawfee! It's some stuff too, not like 'ere."
+
+"All right; don't come in again if yer don't want ter."
+
+The Cockney got his second cup of coffee and pronounced it inferior to
+the first; then looked at an evening paper which Oxford handed to him,
+and studied a photograph of a battleship on the front page.
+
+"Can't stand these 'ere papers," he said, after a moment, as he got
+to his feet and lit a cigarette. "Nuffink but war in them always; I'm
+sick readin' about war! I saw your bit in one a couple of nights ago,"
+he said, turning to me.
+
+"What did you think of it?" I asked, anxious to hear his opinion on an
+article dealing with the life of his own regiment.
+
+"Nuffink much," he answered, honestly and frankly. "Everything you say
+is about things we all know; who wants to 'ear about them? D'ye get
+paid for writin' that?"
+
+One of his mates, a youth named Bill, who came in at that moment,
+overheard the remark.
+
+"Paid! Of course 'e gets paid," said the newcomer. "Bet you he gets
+'arf a crown for every time 'e writes for the paper."
+
+All sorts and conditions of soldiers drift into the place and discuss
+various matters over coffee and mince pies; they are men of all
+classes, who had been as far apart as the poles in civil life, and are
+now knit together in the common brotherhood of war. Caste and estate
+seem to have been forgotten; all are engaged in a common business,
+full of similar risks, and rewarded by a similar wage.
+
+In one corner of the room a game of cards was in progress, some
+soldiers were reading, and a few writing letters. Now and again a song
+was heard, and a score of voices joined in the chorus. The scene was
+one of indescribable gaiety; the temperament of the assembly was like
+a hearty laugh, infectious and healthy. Now and then a discussion took
+place, and towards the close of the evening hot words were exchanged
+between Bill and his friend, the bright-eyed Cockney.
+
+"I'll give old Ginger Nobby what for one day!" said the latter.
+
+"Will you? I don't think!"
+
+"Bet yer a bob I will!"
+
+"You'd lose it."
+
+"Would I?"
+
+"Straight you would!"
+
+"Strike me pink if I would!"
+
+"You know nothin' of what you're sayin'."
+
+"Don't I?"
+
+"Git!"
+
+"Shut!"
+
+In the coffee-shop Wankin is invariably the centre of an interested
+group. As the company scapegrace and black sheep of the battalion he
+occupies in his mates' eyes a position of considerable importance. His
+repartees are famous, and none knows better than he how to score off
+an unpopular officer or N.C.O. He has the distinction also of having
+spent more days in the guard-room than any other man in the battalion.
+
+On the occasion when identity discs were being served out to the men
+and a momentary stir pervaded the battalion, it was Wankin who first
+became involved in trouble.
+
+He employed the disc string to fasten the water-bottle of the man
+on his left to the haversack of the man on his right, and the
+colour-sergeant, livid with rage, vowed to chasten him by confining
+him eternally to barracks. But the undaunted company scapegrace was
+not to be beaten. Fastening the identity disc on his left eye he fixed
+a stern look on the sergeant.
+
+"My deah fellah," he drawled out, imitating the voice of the company
+lieutenant who wears an eyeglass, "your remarks are uncalled for,
+really. By Jove! one would think that a scrap of string was a gold
+bracelet or a diamond necklace. I could buy the disc and the string
+for a bloomin' 'apenny."
+
+"You'll pay dearly for it this time," said the colour with fine irony.
+"Three days C.B.[2] your muckin' about'll cost you." And before Wankin
+could reply the sergeant was reporting the matter to the captain.
+
+[Footnote 2: Confinement to Barracks.]
+
+Wankin is eternally in trouble, although his agility in dodging
+pickets and his skill in making a week's C.B. a veritable holiday are
+the talk of the regiment. All the officers know him, and many of them
+who have been victims of his smart repartee fear him more than
+they care to acknowledge. The subaltern with the eyeglass is a bad
+route-marcher, and Wankin once remarked in an audible whisper that
+the officer had learned his company drill with a drove of haltered
+pack-horses, and the officer bears the name of "Pack-horse" ever
+since.
+
+On another occasion the major suffered when a battalion kit inspection
+took place early one December morning. Wankin had sold his spare pair
+of boots, the pair that is always kept on top of the kit-bag; but when
+the major inspected Wankin's kit the boots were there, newly polished
+and freed from the most microscopic speck of dust. Someone tittered
+during the inspection, then another, and the major smelt a rat. He
+lifted Wankin's kit-bag in his hand and found Wankin's feet tucked
+under it--Wankin's feet in stockinged soles. The major was justly
+indignant. "One step to the front, left turn," he roared. "March in
+front of every rank in the battalion and see what you think of it!"
+
+With stockinged feet, cold, but still wearing an inscrutable smile of
+impudence, Wankin paraded in front of a thousand grinning faces and in
+due course got back to his kit and beside the sarcastic major.
+
+"What do you think of it?" asked the latter.
+
+"I don't think much of it, sir," Wankin replied. "It's the dirtiest
+regiment I ever inspected."
+
+Wankin was sometimes unlucky; fortune refused to favour him when he
+took up the work of picket on the road between St. Albans and London.
+No unit of his regiment is supposed to go more than two miles
+beyond St. Albans without a written permit, and guards are placed at
+different points of the two-mile radius to intercept the regimental
+rakes whose feet are inclined to roving. Wankin learned that the
+London road was not to be guarded on a certain Sunday. The regiment
+was to parade for a long route-march, and all units were to be in
+attendance. Wankin pondered over things for a moment, girt on his belt
+and sword and took up his position on the London road within a hundred
+yards of a wayside public-house. At this tavern a traveller from St.
+Albans may obtain a drink on a Sabbath day.
+
+Soldiers, like most mortals, are sometimes dry and like to drink;
+Wankin was often dry and Wankin had seldom much money to spend. The
+first soldier who came out from the town wanted to get to the tavern.
+
+"Can't pass here!" the mock-picket told him.
+
+"But I'm dry and I've a cold that catches me awful in the throat."
+
+"Them colds are dangerous," Wankin remarked in a contemplative voice,
+tinged with compassion. "Used to have them bad myself an' I feel one
+coming on. I think gin, same as they have in the trenches, is the
+stuff to put a cold away. But I'm on the rocks."
+
+"If you'll let me through I'll stand on my hands."
+
+"It's risky," said Wankin, then in a brave burst of bravado he said,
+"Damn it all! I'll let you go by. It's hard to stew dry so near the
+bar!" An hour later the young man set off towards home, and on his way
+he met two of his comrades-in-arms on the road.
+
+"Going to ---- pub?" he inquired.
+
+"Going to see that no one does go near it," was the answer. "Picket
+duty for the rest of the day, we are."
+
+"But Wankin--"
+
+"What?"
+
+The young man explained, and shortly afterwards Wankin went to
+headquarters under an armed escort. Three days later I saw his head
+sticking out through the guard-room window, and at that time I had not
+heard of the London road escapade.
+
+"Here on account of drink?" I asked him.
+
+"You fool," he roared at me. "Do you think I mistook this damned place
+for the canteen?"
+
+I like Wankin and most of his mates like him. We feel that when
+detention, barrack confinement and English taverns will be things
+of yesterday, Wankin will make a good and trustworthy friend in the
+trenches.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+THE NIGHT SIDE OF SOLDIERING
+
+
+There are three things in military life which make a great appeal to
+me; the rifle's reply to the pull of the trigger-finger, the gossip of
+soldiers in the crowded canteen, and the onward movement of a thousand
+men in full marching order with arms at the trail. And at no time is
+this so impressive as at night when with rifles held in a horizontal
+position by the side, the arm hanging easily from the shoulder, we
+march at attention in complete silence. Not a word is spoken by anyone
+save officers, little is heard but the dull crunch of boots on the
+gravel and the rustle of trenching-tool handles as they rub against
+trousers or haversack. Seen from a flank at the rear, the moving
+battalion, bending round the curve or straining to a hill, looks
+like the plesiosaur of the picture shown in the act of dragging its
+cumbrous length along. The silence is full of mystery, the gigantic
+mass, of which you form so minute a unit, is entirely voiceless, a
+dumb thing without a tongue, brooding, as it were, over some eternal
+sorrow or ancient wrong to which it cannot give expression. Marching
+thus at night, a battalion is doubly impressive. The silent monster is
+full of restrained power; resolute in its onward sweep, impervious to
+danger, it looks a menacing engine of destruction, steady to its goal,
+and certain of its mission.
+
+A march like this fell to our lot once every fortnight. At seven in
+the evening, loaded with full pack, bayonet, haversack, ground-sheet,
+water-bottle, overcoat, and rifle, we would take our way from the town
+out into the open country. The night varied in temper--sometimes it
+rained; again, it froze and chilled the ears and finger-tips; and
+once we marched with the full moon over us, lighting up the whole
+county--the fields, the woods, the lighted villages, the snug
+farmhouses, and the grey roads by which the long line of khaki-clad
+soldiers went on their way. That night was one to be remembered.
+
+We went off from the parade ground, a thousand strong, along the
+sloping road that sweeps down the hill on which our town is built.
+Giggling girls watched us depart--they are ever there when the
+soldiers are on the move--old gentlemen and ladies wished us luck as
+we passed, but never a head of a thousand heads turned to the left
+or right, never a tongue replied to the cheery greetings; we were
+marching at attention, with arms at the trail.
+
+The sky stood high, splashed with stars, and the moon, pinched and
+anĉmic, hung above like a whitish speck of smoke that had curled into
+a ball. Marching at the rear, I could see the long brown line
+curving round a corner ahead, the butt-plates of the rifles sparkling
+brightly, the white trenching-tool handles shaking backward and
+forward at every move of the men.
+
+"March easy!"
+
+Half an hour had passed, and we were now in the open country. At
+the word of command rifles were slung over the shoulders, and the
+battalion found voice, first in brisk conversation and exchange
+of witticisms, then in shouting and song. We have escaped from the
+tyranny of "Tipperary," none of us sing it now, but that doggerel is
+replaced by other music-hall abominations which are at present in the
+full glory of their rocket-reign. A parody of a hymn, "Toiling on," is
+also popular, and my Jersey mate gave it full vent on the left.
+
+  "Lager beer! lager beer!
+  There's a lager beer saloon across the way.
+  Lager bee-ee-eer!
+  Is there any lager beer to give away."
+
+Although the goddess of music forgot me in the making, I found myself
+roaring out the chorus for all I was worth along with my Jersey
+friend.
+
+"You're singing some!" he remarked, sarcastically, when the chorus
+came to an end. "But, no wonder! This night would make a brass monkey
+sing. It's grand to be alive!"
+
+Every battalion has its marching songs. One of the favourites with us
+was written by a certain rifleman in "C" Company, sung to the air of
+"Off to Philadelphia in the Morning." It runs:
+
+  "It is said by our commanders that in trenches out by Flanders
+  There is work to do both trying and exciting,
+  And the men who man the trenches, they are England's men and
+          French's
+  Where the legions of the khaki-clad are fighting.
+  Though bearing up so gaily they are waiting for us daily,
+  For the fury of the foemen makes them nervous,
+  But the foe may look for trouble when we charge them at the double,
+  We, the London Irish out on active service.
+
+_Chorus._
+
+    "With our rifles on our shoulder, sure there's no one could be
+          bolder,
+    And we'll double out to France when we get warnin'
+    And we'll not stop long for trifles, we're the London Irish
+          Rifles,
+    When we go to fight the Germans in the mornin'.
+
+  "An' the girls: oh it will grieve them when we take the train and
+          leave them,
+  Oh! what tears the dears will weep when we are moving,
+  But it's just the old, old story, on the path that leads to Glory,
+  Sure we cannot halt for long to do our loving.
+  They'll see us with emotion all departing o'er the ocean,
+  And every maid a-weepin' for her lover;
+  'Good-bye' we'll hear them callin', while so many tears are fallin'
+  That they'd almost swamp the boat that takes us over.
+
+_Chorus._
+
+    "With our rifles," etc.
+
+Our colonel sang this song at a concert, thus showing the democratic
+nature of the New Army, where a colonel sings the songs written in the
+ranks of his own battalion.
+
+At the ten minutes' halt which succeeded the first hour's march,
+my Jersey friend spoke to me again. "Aren't there stars!" he said,
+turning his face to the heavens and gripping his rifle tightly as if
+for support. His wide open eyes seemed to have grown in size, and were
+full of an expression I had never seen in them before. "I like the
+stars," he remarked, "they're so wonderful. And to think that men are
+killing each other now, this very minute!" He clanked the butt of his
+gun on the ground and toyed with the handle of his sword.
+
+Hour after hour passed by; under the light of the moon the country
+looked beautiful; every pond showed a brilliant face to the heavens,
+light mists seemed to hover over every farmhouse and cottage; light
+winds swept through the telegraph wires; only the woods looked dark,
+and there the trees seemed to be hugging the darkness around them.
+
+On our way back a sharp shower, charged with a penetrating cold, fell.
+The waterproof ground-sheets were unrolled, and we tied them over our
+shoulders. When the rain passed, the water falling in drops from our
+equipment glittered so brightly that it put the polished swords and
+brilliant rifle butt-plates to shame.
+
+We stole into the town at midnight, when nearly all the inhabitants
+were abed. With arms at the trail, we marched along, throwing off
+company after company, at the streets where they billeted. The
+battalion dwindled down slowly; my party came to a halt, and the order
+"Dismiss!" was given, and we went to our billets. The Jersey youth
+came with me to my doorstep.
+
+"'Twas a grand march!" he remarked.
+
+"Fine," I replied.
+
+"I can't help looking at the stars!" he said as he moved off. "There
+are a lot to-night. And to think--" He hesitated, with the words
+trembling on his tongue, realising that he was going to repeat
+himself. "Anyway, there's some stars," he said in a low voice. "Good
+night!"
+
+There is a peculiar glamour about all night work. The importance of
+night manoeuvring was emphasised in the South African War, and we had
+ample opportunities of becoming accustomed to the darkness. On one
+occasion at about nine o'clock we swung out from the town with our
+regimental pipe-band playing to pursue some night operations. So far
+the men did not know what task had been assigned to them.
+
+"We've got to do to-night's work as quiet as a growing mushroom,"
+someone whispered to me, as we took our way off the road and lined up
+in the field that, stretching out in front and flanks, lost itself in
+formless mistiness under the loom of the encircling hedgerows. Here
+and there in the distance trees stand up gaunt and bare, holding
+out their leafless branches as if in supplication to the grey sky; a
+slight whisper of wind moaned along the ground and died away in the
+darkness.
+
+Our officer, speaking in a low voice, gave instructions. "The enemy is
+advancing to attack us in great force," he explained, "and our scouts
+have located him some six miles away from here. We have now found that
+it is inadvisable to march on any farther, as our reinforcements
+are not very strong and have been delayed to rear. Therefore we have
+decided to take up our present position as a suitable ground for
+operations and entrenching ourselves in--ready to give battle.
+Everything now must be done very quickly. Our lives will, perhaps,
+depend at some early date on the quickness with which we can hide
+ourselves from the foe. So; dig your trench as quickly as possible, as
+quickly, in fact, as if your life depended on it. Work must be done
+in absolute silence; no smoking is allowed, no lighting of matches, no
+talk.
+
+"A word about orders. Commands are not to be shouted, but will be
+passed along from man to man, and none must speak above his breath.
+The passing of messages along in this manner is very difficult; words
+get lost, and unnecessary words are added in transit. But I hope
+you'll make a success of the job. Now we'll see how quickly we can get
+hidden!"
+
+A "screen" of scouts (one man to every fifty yards of frontage) took
+up its place in line a furlong ahead. A hundred paces to rear of the
+"screen" the officers marked out the position of the trenches, placing
+soldiers as markers on the imaginary alignment. In front lay a clear
+field of fire, a deadly area for an enemy advancing to the attack.
+
+We took off our equipment, hafted the entrenching tools which we
+always carry, and bent to our work in the wet clay. The night was
+close and foggy, the smell of the damp earth and the awakening spring
+verdure filled our nostrils. In the distance was heard the rumbling of
+trains, the jolting of wagons along the country road, the barking of
+dogs, and clear and musical through all these sounds came the song of
+a mavis or merle from the near hedgerows.
+
+In the course of ten minutes we were sweating at our work, and several
+units of the party took off their tunics. One hapless individual got
+into trouble immediately. His shirt was not regulation colour, it was
+spotlessly white and visible at a hundred yards. A whispered order
+from the officer on the left faltered along the line of diggers.
+
+"Man with white shirt, put on his tunic!"
+
+The order was obeyed in haste, the white disappeared rapidly as the
+arms of the culprit slid into sleeves, and the covering tunic hid his
+wrong from the eyes of man.
+
+The night wore on. Now and again a clock in the town struck out the
+time with a dull, weary clang that died away in the darkness. On both
+sides I could see stretching out, like some gigantic and knotted
+rope, the row of bent workers, the voiceless toilers, busy with their
+labours. Picks rose into the air, remained poised a moment, then sank
+to tear the sluggish earth and pull it apart. The clay was thrown out
+to front and rear, and scattered evenly, so that the natural contour
+of the ground might show no signs of man's interference. And even as
+we worked the section commanders stole up and down behind us, urging
+the men to make as little sound as possible--our safety depended on
+our silence. But pick and shovel, like the rifle, will sing at their
+toil, and insistent and continuous, as if in threat, they rasped out
+the almost incoherent song of labour.
+
+A man beside me suddenly laid down his shovel and battled with a cough
+that strove to break free and riot in the darkness. I could see his
+face go purple, his eyes stare out as if endeavouring to burst from
+their sockets. Presently he was victor, and as he bent to his shovel
+again I heard him whisper huskily, "'Twas a stiff go, that; it almost
+floored me."
+
+Thrown from tongue to tongue as a ball is thrown in play, a message
+from the captain on the flank hurried along the living line. "Close in
+on the left," was the order, and we hastened to obey. Trenching tools
+were unhafted and returned to their carriers, equipments were donned
+again, belts tightened, and shoulder-straps buttoned. Singly, in
+pairs, and in files we hurried back to the point of assembly, to find
+a very angry captain awaiting us.
+
+"I am very disappointed with to-night's work," he said. "I sent
+five messages out; two of them died on the way; a third reached its
+destination, but in such a muddled condition that it was impossible to
+recognise it as the one sent off. The order to cease work was the only
+one that seemed to hurry along. Out at the front, where all orders
+are passed along the trenches in this manner, it is of the utmost
+importance that every word is repeated distinctly, and that no
+order miscarries. Even out there, it is found very difficult to send
+messages along."
+
+The captain paused for a moment; then told a story. "It is said that
+an officer at the front gave out the following message to the men in
+the trenches: 'In the wood on the right a party of German cavalry,'
+and when the message travelled half a mile it had changed to: 'German
+Navy defeated in the North Sea.' We don't know how much truth there
+is in the story, but I hope we will not make a mistake like that out
+there."
+
+Lagging men were still stealing in as we took up our places in columns
+of fours. A clock struck out the hour of twelve, and the bird in
+the hedgerow was still singing as we marched out to the roadway, and
+followed our merry pipers home to town.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+DIVISIONAL EXERCISE AND MIMIC WARFARE
+
+
+Divisional exercise is a great game of make-believe. All sorts of
+liberties are taken, the clock is put forward or back at the command
+of the general, a great enemy army is created in the twinkling of an
+eye, day is turned into night and a regular game of topsy-turvydom
+indulged in. On the occasion of which I write the whole division
+was out. The time was nine o'clock in the forenoon, and an imaginary
+forced march was nearly completed, and an imaginary day was at an end.
+We were being hurried up as reinforcements to the main army, which was
+in touch with the enemy ahead and an engagement was developing. Our
+battalion came to a halt on the roadway, closing in to the left in
+order to give full play to the field telephone service in process of
+being laid.
+
+Our officers went out in front to seek a position for a bivouac; the
+doctor accompanied them to examine the place chosen, see to the
+water supply, the drainage, and sanitation. In addition to this, our
+commanders had to find the battalion a resting-ground easy to defend
+and of merit as a tactical position.
+
+At ten o'clock we lay down, battalion after battalion, just as we
+halted: equipment on, our packs unloosened but shoved up under our
+heads, and our rifles by our sides, muzzles towards the enemy. One
+word of command would bring twenty thousand men from their beds, ready
+in an instant, rifles loaded, bayonets at hips, quick to the route and
+ready for battle. We would rise, as we slept, in full marching order,
+and the space of a moment would find us hurrying, fully armed, into
+battle, with the sleep of night still heavy in our eyes.
+
+For miles around the soldiers lay down, each in his place and every
+place occupied. Hardly a word was spoken; commands were whispered, and
+our officers crept round explaining the work ahead. Two miles in front
+the enemy was assembled in great strength on a river, and by dawn, if
+all went well, we would enter the firing line. At present we had to
+lie still; no man was to move about, and sentries with fixed bayonets
+were stationed at front, flank, and rear, ready to give the alarm at
+the first sign of danger.
+
+Behind us were the kitchen, horse-lines, and latrines. The position of
+these varies as the wind changes, and it is imperative that unhealthy
+odours are not blown across the bivouac. The battalion lay in two
+parallel squares, with a gangway, blocked up with baggage and various
+necessaries, between. On these squares no refuse was to be thrown
+down; the ground had to be kept clean; papers, scraps of meat, and
+pieces of bread, if not eaten, had to be buried.
+
+Even as we lay, and while the officers were explaining the work in
+hand, the artillery took up its stand on several wooded knolls that
+rose behind us. What a splendid sight, the artillery going into
+action! Heavy guns, an endless line of them, swept over the greensward
+and rattled into place. Six horses strained at each gun, which was
+accompanied by two ammunition wagons with six horses to each wagon.
+How many horses! How many guns! Out of nowhere in particular they
+came, and disappeared as if behind a curtain barely four hundred
+yards away. Thirty minutes afterwards I fancied as I looked in their
+direction that I could see black, ominous muzzles peering through
+the undergrowth. Probably I was mistaken. Anyhow, they were there,
+guarding us while we slept, our silent watchers!
+
+About eleven o'clock an orderly stole in and spoke to the colonel, a
+hurried consultation in which all the officers took part was held,
+and the messenger departed. Again followed an interval of silence,
+only broken by the officers creeping round and giving us further
+information. The enemy was repulsed, they told us, and was now in
+retreat, but before moving off he had blown up all the bridges on
+the river. The artillery of our main army in front was shelling the
+fleeing foe, and our engineers had just set off to build three pontoon
+bridges, so that the now sleeping division could cross at dawn and
+follow the army in retreat.
+
+Our dawn came at one o'clock in the afternoon; a whistle was blown
+somewhere near at hand, and the battalion sprang to life; every unit,
+with pack on back, cartridge pouches full, rifle at the order, was
+afoot and ready. Only two hours before had the engineers set out to
+build the bridges which the whole division, with its regiment after
+regiment, with its artillery, its guns, ammunition wagons and horses,
+its transport section, and vehicles of all descriptions, was now to
+cross. The landscape had changed utterly, the country was alive, and
+had found voice; the horse-lines were broken, and all the animals,
+from the colonel's charger to the humble pack horse, were on the move.
+The little squares, dotted brown, had taken on new shape, and were
+transformed into companies of moving men in khaki. We were out on the
+heels of the retreating foe.
+
+Two hours' forced marching brought us to the river, a real one, with
+three pontoon bridges, newly built and held firm on flat-bottomed
+boats moored in mid-stream. We took our way across, and bent to the
+hill on the other side. Half-way up, in a narrow lane, a wagon got
+stuck in the front of our battalion, and we were forced to come to a
+halt for a moment. Looking back, I could see immediately behind three
+lines of men straining to the hill; farther back the same lines were
+crossing the bridges and, away in the far distance, pencilled brown on
+the ploughed fields, the three lines of khaki crawled along like long
+threads endlessly unwinding from some invisible ball. Now and again
+I could see the artillery coming into sight, only to disappear again
+over a wooded knoll or into an almost invisible hollow.
+
+Thus the division, the apparently limitless lines of men, horses, and
+guns crawled on the track of the fleeing enemy. As we stood there,
+held in check by the wagon, and as I looked back at the thousands of
+soldiers in the rear, I felt indeed that I was a minute mite amongst
+the many. And then a second thought struck me. The whole mass of men
+around me was a small thing in relation to the numbers engaged in
+the great war. Even I, Rifleman Something or Another, No. So-and-so,
+bulked larger in the division as one of its units than the division
+did in the war as a unit of the Allied Forces.
+
+Even more interesting than divisional exercises is the mimic
+warfare that is heralded by a notice in battalion orders such as the
+following: "The battalion will take part in brigade exercise to-day.
+Ten rounds of blank ammunition and haversack rations will be carried."
+
+At eight o'clock in the morning whistles were blown at the bottom of
+the street in which my company is billeted, and the soldiers, rubbing
+the sleep from their eyes or munching the last mouthful of a hasty
+breakfast, came trooping out from the snug middle-class houses
+in which they are quartered. The morning was bitterly cold, and
+the falling rain splashed soberly on the pavement, every drop
+coming slowly to ground as if selecting a spot to rest on. The
+colour-sergeant, standing at the end of the street, whistle in hand,
+was in a nasty temper.
+
+"Hurry up, you heavy-footed beggars," he yelled to the men. "The
+parade takes place to-day, not to-morrow! And you, what's wrong with
+your understandings?" he called to a man who came along wearing carpet
+slippers.
+
+"My boots are bad, colour," is the answer. "I cannot march in them."
+
+"And are you goin' to march in them drorin'-room abominations?" roared
+the sergeant. "Get your boots mended and grease out of it."
+
+At roll-call three of the company were found to be absent; two were
+sick, and one who had been found guilty of using bad language to a
+N.C.O. was confined to the guard-room. Those who answered their names
+were served out with packets of blank ammunition, one packet per man,
+and each containing ten cartridges wrapped in brown paper and tied
+with a blue string.
+
+The captain read the following instructions: "The enemy is reported
+to be in strong force on X hill, and Battalions A and B are ordered
+to dislodge him from that position. A will form first line of attack,
+B will send up reserves and supports as needed." The rifles were
+examined by our young lieutenant, after which inspection the company
+joined the battalion, and presently a thousand men with rifles on
+shoulder, bayonets and haversacks on left hip, and ammunition in
+pouches, were marching through the rain along the muddy streets, out
+into the open country.
+
+The day promised to be an interesting one from my point of view; I had
+never taken part in a mimic battle before, and the day's work was to
+be in many ways similar to operations on the real field of battle.
+"Only nobody gets killed, of course," my mate told me. He had taken
+part in this kind of work before, and was wise in his superior
+knowledge.
+
+"One-half of the brigade, two thousand men, is our enemy," he
+explained; "and we're going to fight them. The battalion that's
+helping us is on in front, and it will soon be fighting. When it's
+hard pressed we'll go up to help, for we're the supports. It won't be
+long till we hear the firing."
+
+An hour's brisk march was followed by a halt, when we were ordered
+to draw well into the left of the road to let the company guns go by.
+Dark-nosed and cold, they wheeled past, the horses sweating as they
+strained at the carriage shafts; the drivers, by deft handling,
+pulling the steeds clear of the ruts; out in front they swung, and the
+battalion closed up and resumed its march behind.
+
+The rain ceased and a cold sun shot feeble rays over the sullen
+December landscape. Again a halt was called; the brigadier-general,
+followed by two officers and several orderlies, galloped up, and a
+hurried consultation with our colonel took place. In a moment the
+battalion moved ahead only to come to a dead stop again after ten
+minutes' slow marching, and find a company detailed off to guard the
+rear. The other companies, led by their officers, turned off the road
+and moved in sections across the newly furrowed and soggy fields. A
+level sweep of December England broken only by leafless hedgerows and
+wire fencing stretched out in front towards a wooded hillock, that
+stood up black against the sky-line two miles away. The enemy held
+this wood; we could hear his guns booming and now considered ourselves
+under shell fire. Each squad of sixteen men marched in the rear or on
+the flank of its neighbour; this method of progression minimises the
+dangers of bursting shrapnel, for a shell falling in the midst of one
+body of men and causing considerable damage will do no harm to the
+adjacent party.
+
+Somewhere near us our gunners were answering the enemy's fire; but so
+well hidden were the guns that I could not locate them. We still
+crept slowly forward; section after section crawled across the black,
+ploughed fields, now rising up like giant caterpillars to the crest
+of a mound, and again dropping out of sight in the hollow land like
+corks on a comber. On our heels the ambulance corps followed with its
+stretchers, and in front the enemy was firing vigorously; over the
+belt of trees that lined the summit of the hillock little wisps of
+smoke could be seen rising and fading in the air.
+
+Suddenly we came into line with our guns hidden in a deep narrow
+cart-track, their dark muzzles trained on the enemy, and the gunners,
+knee-deep in the mire of the lane, sweating at their work. "We're
+under covering fire now," our young lieutenant explained, as we
+trudged forward, lifting enormous masses of clay on our boots at every
+step. "One battalion is engaged already; hear the shots."
+
+The rifles were barking on the left front; in a moment the reports
+from that quarter died away, and the right found voice. The men of
+the first line were in the trenches dug by us a fortnight earlier, and
+there they would remain, we knew, until their supports came to their
+aid. Already we passed several of them, who were detailed off on the
+anticipated casualty list in the morning. These wore white labels in
+their buttonholes, telling of the nature of their wounds. One label
+bore the words: "Shot in right shoulder; wound not dangerous." Another
+read: "Leg blown off," and a third ran: "Flesh wounds in arm and leg."
+These men would be taken into the care of the ambulance party when it
+arrived.
+
+When within fifteen hundred yards of the enemy, the command for
+extended order advance was given, and the section spread out in one
+long line, fronting the knoll, with five pace intervals between the
+men. We were now under rifle-fire, and all further movements forward
+were made in short sharp rushes, punctuated by halts, during which
+we lay flat on the ground, our bodies deep in the soft earth, and the
+rain, which again commenced to fall, wetting us to the skin.
+
+Six hundred yards from the enemy's front we tumbled into the trenches
+already in possession of Battalion B, and I found myself ankle-deep in
+mire, beside a unit of another regiment who was enjoying a cigarette
+and blowing rings of smoke into the air. Although no enemy was visible
+we got the order to fire, and I discharged three rounds in rapid
+succession.
+
+"Don't fire, you fool!" said the man who was blowing the smoke rings.
+"Them blanks dirty 'orrible, and when you've clean't the clay from
+your clothes t'night you'll not want to muck about with your rifle.
+There's a price for copper, and I always sell my cartridge cases. The
+first time I came out I fired, but never since."
+
+Several rushes forward followed, and the penultimate hundred yards
+were covered with fixed bayonets. In this manner we were prepared for
+any surprise. The enemy replied fitfully to our fire, and we could now
+see several khaki-clad figures with white hat-bands--the differential
+symbols--moving backwards and forwards amidst the trees. Presently
+they disappeared as we worked nearer to their lines. We were now
+rushing forward, lying down to fire, rising and running only to drop
+down again and discharge another round. Within fifty yards of the
+coppice the order to charge was given. A yell, almost fiendish in its
+intensity, issued from a thousand throats; anticipation of the real
+work which is to be done some day, lent spirit to our rush. In an
+instant we were in the wood, smashing the branches with our bayonets,
+thrusting at imaginary enemies, roaring at the top of our voices, and
+capping a novel fight with a triumphant final.
+
+And our enemies? Having finished their day's work they were now
+fifteen minutes' march ahead of us on the way back to their rest and
+rations.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+THE GENERAL INSPECTION AND THE EVERLASTING WAITING
+
+
+One of our greatest trials is the general inspection, which takes
+place every month, and once Lord Kitchener inspected the battalion, in
+company with the division quartered in our town. But that was before
+I joined. It involves much labour in the way of preparation. On one
+occasion, midnight the night before, a Friday, found us still busy
+with our work. My cot-mate was in difficulties with his rifle--the
+cloth of the pull-through stuck in the barrel, and he could not move
+it, although he broke a bamboo cane and bent a poker in the attempt.
+"It's a case for the armoury," he remarked gloomily. "What a nuisance
+that ramrods are done away with! We've been at it since eight o'clock,
+and getting along A1. Now that beastly pull-through!"
+
+What an evening's work! On the day following the brigadier-general
+was to inspect us, and we had to appear on parade spick and span, with
+rifles spotless, and every article of our equipment in good order.
+Packs were washed and hung over the rim of the table by our billet
+fire, web-belts were cleaned, and every speck of mud and grease
+removed. Our packs, when dry, were loaded with overcoat, mess-tin,
+housewife, razor, towel, etc., and packed tightly and squarely,
+showing no crease at side or bulge at corner. Ground-sheets were
+neatly rolled and fastened on top of pack, no overlapping was allowed;
+rifles were oiled and polished from muzzle to butt-plate, and swords
+rubbed with emery paper until not a single speck of rust remained.
+
+Saturday morning found us trim and tidy on the parade ground. An
+outsider would hardly dream that we were the men who had ploughed
+through the muddy countryside and sunk to the knees in the furrowed
+fields daily since the wet week began. Where was the clay that had
+caked brown on our khaki, the rust that spoilt the lustre of our
+swords, and the fringes that the wire fences tore on our tunics? All
+gone; soap and water, a brush, needle and thread, and a scrap of emery
+paper had worked the miracle. We stood easy awaiting the arrival
+of the general; platoons sized from flanks to centres (namely, the
+tallest men stood at the flanks, and the khaki lines dwindled in
+stature towards the small men in the middle), and company officers at
+front and rear. The officers saw that everything was correct, that no
+lace-ends showed from under the puttees, that no lace-eye lay idle,
+and that laces were not crossed over the boots. Each man had shaved
+and got his hair cut, his hat set straight on his head, and the
+regimental badge in proper position over the idle chin-strap.
+Pocket-flaps and tunics were buttoned, water-bottles and haversacks
+hung straight, the tops of the latter in line with the bayonet rings,
+and entrenching tool handles were scrubbed clean--my mate and I had
+spent much soap on ours the night before.
+
+One of our officers gave us instructions as to how we had to behave
+during the inspection, more especially when we were under the direct
+gaze of the general.
+
+"Not a movement," he told us. "Every eyelash must be still. If the
+general asks me your name and I make a mistake and say you are Smith
+instead of Brown, your real name, you're not to say a word. You are
+Brown for the time being. If he speaks to you, you're to answer:
+'Sir,' and 'Sir' only to every question. If you're asked what was your
+age last birthday, 'Sir' is to be the only answer. Is that clear to
+every man?"
+
+It was, indeed, clear, surprisingly clear; but we wondered at the
+command, which was new to us. To answer in this fashion appeared
+strange to us; we thought (the right to think is not denied to a
+soldier) it a funny method of satisfying a general's curiosity.
+
+He came, a tall, well-set man, with stern eyebrows and a heavy
+moustache, curled upwards after the manner of an Emperor whom we
+heartily dislike, attended by a slim brigade major, who wore a rather
+large eyeglass, and made several entries in his notebook, as he
+followed on the heels of the superior inspecting the battalion.
+
+We stood, every unit of us, sphinx-like, immovable, facing our front
+and resigned to our position. To an onlooker it might seem as if we
+were frozen there--our fingers glued on to our rifles and our feet
+firm to the earth at an angle of forty-five degrees. I stood near the
+rear, and could see the still platoons in front, not a hat moved, not
+a boot shifted. The general broke the spell when he was passing me.
+
+"Another button. There were forty-seven the last time," he said, and
+the man with the eyeglass made an entry in the notebook. Through an
+oversight, I had helped to lower the prestige of the battalion: a
+pocket flap of my tunic was unbuttoned.
+
+Kit inspection was a business apart; the general picked out several
+soldiers haphazard and ordered their packs to be opened for an
+examination of the contents--spoons, shirts, socks, and the various
+necessaries which dismounted men in full marching order must carry on
+their persons were inspected carefully. A full pack is judged best by
+its contents, and nearly all packs passed muster. One man was unlucky:
+his mate was chosen for kit inspection, but this hapless individual
+came out minus a toothbrush and comb, and the friend in need took his
+place in the freshly-formed ranks. Here, the helper found that his own
+kit was inefficient, he had forgotten to put in a pair of socks. That
+afternoon he had to do two hours' extra drill.
+
+Perhaps an even greater trial than Divisional Inspection was that of
+waiting orders when we were the victims of camp rumours. But this was
+as nothing to the false alarms. There is some doggerel known to the
+men which runs:
+
+  "We're off to the front," said the colonel,
+      as he placed us in the train,
+  "And we went at dawn from the station,
+      and at night came back again."
+
+For months we had drilled and drilled, all earnest in our labours and
+filled with enthusiasm for our new profession, and daily we await the
+order to leave for foreign parts. Where are we going to when we leave
+England? France, Egypt, or India? Rumour had it yesterday that we
+would go to Egypt; to-day my mate, the blue-eyed Jersey youth, heard
+from a friend, who heard it from a colour-sergeant, that we are going
+out to India, where we will be kept as guardians of the King's Empire
+for a matter of four years. Ever since I joined the Army it has been
+the same: reports name a new destination for my battalion daily.
+
+Afterwards we had to go and help the remarkable Russians who passed
+through England on the way to France; but when the Russians faded from
+the ken of vision and the Press Bureau denied their very existence,
+it was immediately reported that we had been drilled into shape in
+order to demolish De Wet and all his South African rebels. De Wet was
+captured and is now under military control, and still we waited orders
+to move from the comfortable billets and crowded streets of our town.
+Dry eyes would see us depart, mocking children would bid us sarcastic
+farewells, the kindly landladies and their fair daughters would laugh
+when we bade adieu and moved away to some destination unknown. We had
+already taken our farewell three times, and on each occasion we have
+come back again to our billets before the day that saw our departure
+came to an end.
+
+The heart of every man thrilled with excitement when the announcement
+was made for the first time, one weary evening when we had just
+completed a ten-hour divisional field exercise. Our officer read it
+from a typewritten sheet, and the announcement was as follows:
+
+    "All men in the battalion must stand under arms until further
+    orders. No soldier is to leave his billet; boots are not to be
+    taken off, and best marching pairs are to be worn. Every unit
+    of the company who lacks any part of the necessary equipment
+    must immediately report at quartermaster's stores, where all
+    wants will be supplied. Identity discs to be worn, swords
+    must be cleaned and polished, and twenty-four hours' haversack
+    rations are to be carried. The battalion has to entrain for
+    some unknown destination when called upon."
+
+The news spread through the town: the division was going to move! On
+the morrow we would be sailing for France, in a fortnight we would be
+in Berlin! Our landladies met us at the doors as we came in, looks of
+entreaty on their faces and tears in their eyes. The hour had come; we
+were going to leave them. And the landladies' daughters? One, a buxom
+wench of eighteen, kissed the Jersey youth in sight of the whole
+battalion, but nobody took any notice of the unusual incident. All
+were busy with their own thoughts, and eager for the new adventures
+before them.
+
+I did not go to sleep that night; booted and dressed I lay on the
+hearthrug in front of the fire, and waited for the call. About four
+o'clock in the morning a whistle was blown outside on the street;
+I got to my feet, put on my equipment, fastened the buckles of my
+haversack, bade adieu to my friends of the billet who had risen from
+bed to see me off, and joined my company.
+
+Five or six regiments were already on the move; transport wagons,
+driven by khaki-clad drivers with rifles slung over their shoulders,
+lumbered through the dimly-lighted thoroughfares; ammunition vans
+stood at every street corner; guns rattled along drawn by straining
+horses, the sweat steaming from the animals' flanks and withers;
+an ambulance party sped through the greyness of the foggy morning,
+accompanied by a Red Cross lorry piled high with chests and stretcher
+poles, and soldiers in files and fours, in companies and columns, were
+in movement everywhere--their legions seemed countless and endless.
+
+Ammunition was given out from the powder magazine; each man was handed
+150 rounds of ball cartridge--a goodly weight to carry on a long day's
+march! With our ammunition we were now properly equipped and ready for
+any emergency. Each individual carried on his person in addition to
+rifle, bayonet (sword is the military name for the latter weapon)
+and ball cartridge, a blanket and waterproof sheet, an overcoat, a
+water-bottle, an entrenching tool and handle, as well as several other
+lighter necessaries, such as shirts, socks, a knife, fork, and spoon,
+razor, soap, and towel.
+
+At eight o'clock, when the wintry dawn was breaking and the fog
+lifting, we entered the station. Hundreds of the inhabitants of the
+town came to see us off and cheer us on the long way to Tipperary: and
+Tipperary meant Berlin. One of the inhabitants, a kindly woman who is
+loved by the soldiers of my company, to whom she is very good, came
+to the station as we were leaving, and presented a pair of mittens to
+each of fifty men.
+
+The train started on its journey, puffed a feeble cloud of smoke
+into the air, and suddenly came to a dead stop. Heads appeared at
+the windows, and voices inquired if the engine-driver had taken the
+wrong turning on the road to Berlin. The train shunted back into the
+station, and we all went back to our billets again, but not before
+our officers informed us that we had done the work of entraining very
+smartly, and when the real call did come we would lose no time on the
+journey to an unknown destination.
+
+Later we had two further lessons in entraining, and we came to fear
+that when the summons did come dry eyes would watch us depart and
+sarcastic jibes make heavy our leave-taking. Indeed, some of the
+inhabitants of our town hinted that we should never leave the place
+until the local undertakers make a profit on our exit. So much for
+their gentle sarcasm! But well they knew that one day in the near
+future it would suddenly occur to our commanders to take us with them
+in the train to Berlin.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+READY TO GO--THE BATTALION MOVES
+
+
+Rumour had been busy for days; the whole division was about to move,
+so every one stated, except our officers, and official information was
+not forthcoming.
+
+"You are going between midnight and five o'clock to-morrow morning,"
+announced my landlord positively. He is a coal-merchant by trade.
+
+"How do you know?" I inquired.
+
+"Because I can't get any coal to-morrow--line's bunged up for the
+troops."
+
+"No, he'll be going on Tuesday," said his wife, whose kindliness and
+splendid cooking I should miss greatly.
+
+"Is that so?" I asked, feigning an interest which I did not feel. A
+sore toe eclipsed all other matters for the time being.
+
+"The ration men have served out enough for two days, and it doesn't
+stand to reason that they're going to waste anything," the little lady
+continued with sarcastic emphasis on the last two words.
+
+Parades went on as usual; the usual rations were doled out to billets
+and the usual grumbling went on in the ranks. We were weary of false
+alarms, waiting orders, and eternal parades. Some of us had been
+training for fully six months, others had joined the Army when war
+broke out, and we were still secure in England. "Why have we joined?"
+the men asked. "Is it to line the streets when the troops come home?
+We are a balmy regiment."
+
+One evening, Thursday to be exact, the battalion orders were
+interesting. One item ran as follows: "All fees due to billets will be
+paid up to Friday night. If any other billet expenses are incurred
+by battalion the same will be paid on application to the War Office."
+Friday evening found more explicit expression of our future movements
+in orders. The following items appeared: "Mess tin covers will be
+issued to-morrow. No white handkerchiefs are to be taken by the
+battalion overseas. All deficiencies in kit must be reported to-morrow
+morning. Bayonets will be sharpened. Any soldiers who have not yet
+received a copy of the New Testament can have same on application at
+the Town Hall 6 p.m. on Saturday.
+
+"Where are we going?" we asked one another. Some answered saying that
+we were to help in the sack of Constantinople, others suggested Egypt,
+but all felt that we were going off to France at no very distant date.
+Was not this feeling plausible when we took into account a boot parade
+of the day before and how we were ordered to wear two pairs of socks
+when trying on the boots? Two pairs of socks suggested the trenches
+and cold, certainly not the sun-dried gutters of Constantinople, or
+the burning sands of Egypt.
+
+Saturday saw an excited battalion mustered in front of the
+quartermaster's stores drawing out boots, mess-tin covers, blankets,
+ground-sheets, entrenching tools, identity discs, new belts,
+water-bottles, pack-straps, trousers, tunics and the hundred and one
+other things required by the soldier on active service. In addition
+to the usual requisites, every unit received a cholera belt (they are
+more particular over this article of attire than over any other),
+two pairs of pants, a singlet and a cake of soap. The latter looked
+tallowy and nobody took it further than the billet; the pants were
+woollen, very warm and made in Canada. This reminds me of an amusing
+episode which took place last general inspection. While standing easy,
+before the brigadier-general made his appearance, the men compared
+razors and found that eighty per cent. of them had been made in
+Germany. But these were bought by the soldiers before war started. At
+least all affirmed that this was so.
+
+Saturday was a long parade; some soldiers were drawing necessaries
+at midnight, and no ten-o'-clock-to-billets order was enforced that
+night. I drew my boots at eleven o'clock, and then the streets were
+crowded with our men, and merry and sad with sightseers and friends.
+Wives and sweethearts had come to take a last farewell of husbands and
+lovers, and were making the most of the last lingering moments in good
+wishes and tears.
+
+Sunday.--No church parade; and all men stood under arms in the
+streets. The officers had taken off all the trumpery of war, the
+swords which they never learned to use, the sparkling hat-badges and
+the dainty wrist-watches. They now appeared in web equipment, similar
+to that worn by the men, and carried rifles. Dressed thus an officer
+will not make a special target for the sniper and is not conspicuous
+by his uniform.
+
+Our captain made the announcement in a quiet voice, the announcement
+which had been waited for so long. "To-morrow we proceed overseas," he
+said. "On behalf of the colonel I've to thank you all for the way in
+which you have done your work up to the present, and I am certain
+that when we get out yonder," he raised his arm and his gesture might
+indicate any point of the compass, "you'll all do your work with the
+spirit and determination which you have shown up till now."
+
+This was the announcement. The men received it gleefully and a hubbub
+of conversation broke out in the ranks. "We're going at last"; "I
+thought when I joined that I'd be off next morning"; "What price a
+free journey to Berlin!"; "It'll be some great sport!" Such were the
+remarks that were bandied to and fro. But some were silent, feeling,
+no doubt, that the serious work ahead was not the subject for idle
+chatter.
+
+A little leaflet entitled "Rules for the Preservation of Health on
+Field Service," was given to each man, and I am at liberty to give a
+few quotations.
+
+"Remember that disease attacks you from outside; it is your duty to
+keep it outside."
+
+"Don't drink unboiled water if you can get boiled water."
+
+"Never start on a march with an empty stomach."
+
+"Remember that a dirty foot is an unsound foot. See that feet are
+washed if no other part of the body is. Socks should be taken off at
+the end of the march, be flattened out and well shaken. Put on a clean
+pair if possible, if not, put the left sock on the right foot, and
+vice versa."
+
+"Remember, on arrival in camp, _food before fatigues_."
+
+"Always rig up some kind of shelter at night for the head, if for no
+other part of the body."
+
+At twelve noon on Monday the whistles blew at the bottom of the street
+and we all turned out in full marching order with packs, haversacks,
+rifles and swords. I heard the transport wagons clattering on the
+pavement, the merry laughter of the drivers, the noise of men falling
+into place and above all the voice of the sergeant-major issuing
+orders.
+
+Yet this, like other days, was a "wash-out." All day we waited for
+orders to move, twice we paraded in full marching kit, eager for the
+command to entrain; but it was not forthcoming. Another day had to
+be spent in billets under strict instructions not to move from our
+quarters. The orders were posted up as usual at all street corners,
+a plan which is adopted for the convenience of units billeted a great
+distance from headquarters, and the typewritten orders had an air of
+momentous finality:
+
+The battalion moves to-morrow.
+
+Parade will be at 4.30 a.m.
+
+Entraining and detraining and embarking must be done in absolute
+silence.
+
+I rose from bed at three and set about to prepare breakfast, while my
+cot-mate busied himself with our equipment, putting everything into
+shape, buckling belts and flaps, burnishing bayonets and oiling the
+bolts of the rifles. Twenty-four hours' rations were stored away in
+our haversacks all ready, the good landlady had been at work stewing
+and frying meat and cooking dainty scones up to twelve o'clock the
+night before.
+
+When breakfast, a good hearty meal of tea, buttered toast, fried bacon
+and tomatoes, was over, we went out to our places. The morning was
+chilly, a cold wind splashed with hail swept along the streets and
+whirled round the corners, causing the tails of our great coats to
+beat sharply against our legs. It was still very dark, only a few
+street-lamps were lighted and these glimmered doubtfully as if ashamed
+of being noticed. Men in full marching order stamped out from every
+billet, took their way to the main street, where the transport wagons,
+wheels against kerbstones, horses in shafts, and drivers at reins,
+stood in mathematical order, and from there on to the parade ground
+where sergeants, with book in one hand and electric torch in the
+other, were preparing to call the roll.
+
+Ammunition was served out, one hundred and twenty rounds to each man,
+and this was placed in the cartridge pouches, rifles were inspected
+and identity discs examined by torch-light. This finished, we were
+allowed to stand easy and use ground-sheets for a shelter from the
+biting hail. Our blankets were already gone. The transport wagons had
+disappeared and with them our field-bags. I suppose they will await
+us in ---- but I anticipate, and at present all we know is that our
+regiment is bound for some destination unknown where, when we arrive,
+we shall have to wear two pairs of socks at our work.
+
+We stood by till eight o'clock. The day had cleared and the sun was
+shining brightly when we marched off to the station, through streets
+lined with people, thoughtful men who seemed to be very sad, women who
+wept and children who chattered and sang "Tipperary."
+
+Three trains stood in the sidings by the station. Places were allotted
+to the men, eight occupied each compartment, non-commissioned officers
+occupied a special carriage, the officers travelled first-class.
+
+Soon we were hurrying through England to a place unknown. Most of my
+comrades were merry and a little sentimental; they sang music-hall
+songs that told of home. There were seven with me in my compartment,
+the Jersey youth, whom I saw kissing a weeping sweetheart in the cold
+hours of the early day; Mervin, my cot-mate, who always cleaned the
+rifles while I cooked breakfast in the morning; Bill, the Cockney
+youth who never is so happy as when getting the best of an argument
+in the coffee-shop of which I have already spoken, and the Oxford man.
+The other three were almost complete strangers to me, they have just
+been drafted into our regiment; one was very fat and reminded me of a
+Dickens character in _Pickwick Papers_; another who soon fell asleep,
+his head warm in a Balaclava helmet, was a tall, strapping youth with
+large muscular hands, which betoken manual labour, and the last was a
+slightly-built boy with a budding moustache which seemed to have been
+waxed at one end. We noticed this, and the fat soldier said that the
+wax had melted from the few lonely hairs on the other side of the lip.
+
+Stations whirled by, Mervin leant out of the window to read their
+names, but was never successful. Cigarettes were smoked, the carriage
+was full of tobacco fumes and the floor littered with "fag-ends."
+Rifles were lying on the racks, four in each side, and caps, papers
+and equipment piled on top of them. The Jersey youth made a remark:
+
+"Where are we going to?" he asked. "France I suppose, isn't it?"
+
+"Maybe Egypt," someone answered.
+
+"With two pairs of socks to one boot!" Mervin muttered in sarcastic
+tones; and almost immediately fell asleep. He had been a great
+traveller and knows many countries. His age is about forty, but he
+owns to twenty-seven, and in his youth he was educated for the church.
+"But the job was not one for me," he says, "and I threw it up." He
+looks forward to the life of a soldier in the field.
+
+Our train journey neared the end. Bill was at the window and said that
+we were in sight of our destination. All were up and fumbling with
+their equipment; and one, the University man, hoped that the night
+would be a good one for sailing to France.
+
+If we are bound for France we shall be there to-morrow.
+
+
+THE END.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JUST PUBLISHED
+
+
+THE RAT-PIT
+
+BY PATRICK MACGILL, AUTHOR OF "CHILDREN OF THE DEAD END." CROWN 8VO.
+PRICE 6/-. INLAND POSTAGE 5D. EXTRA.
+
+"Children of the Dead End" came upon the literary world as something
+of a surprise; it dealt with a phase of life about which nothing
+was known. It was compared with the work of Borrow and Kipling.
+Incidentally three editions, aggregating 10,000 copies, were called
+for within fifteen days. In his new book Mr. MacGill still deals with
+the underworld he knows so well. He tells of a life woven of darkest
+threads, full of pity and pathos, lighted up by that rare and quaint
+humour that made his first book so attractive. "The Rat-Pit" tells the
+story of an Irish peasant girl brought up in an atmosphere of poverty,
+where the purity of the poor and the innocence of maidenhood stand
+out in simple relief against a grim and sombre background. Norah Ryan
+leaves her home at an early age, and is plunged into a new world where
+dissolute and heedless men drag her down to their own miry level. Mr.
+MacGill's lot has been cast in strange places, and every incident of
+his book is pregnant with a vivid realism that carries the conviction
+that it is a literal transcript from life, as in fact it is. Only
+last summer, just before he enlisted, Mr. MacGill spent some time in
+Glasgow reviving old memories of its underworld. His characters are
+mostly real persons, and their sufferings, the sufferings of women
+burdened and oppressed with wrongs which women alone bear, are a
+strong indictment against a dubious civilisation.
+
+HERBERT JENKINS LD., 12 ARUNDEL PLACE, LONDON, S.W.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
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+
+10,000 COPIES CALLED FOR IN 10 DAYS.
+
+CHILDREN OF THE DEAD END
+
+The Autobiography of a Navvy. By PATRICK MACGILL. Crown 8vo. Price
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+
+  MANCHESTER GDN. "A grand book."
+  GLOBE "A living story."
+  D. CITIZEN "Still booming!"
+  STANDARD "A notable book."
+  SATURDAY REVIEW "An achievement."
+  BOOKMAN "Something unique."
+  OUTLOOK "A remarkable book."
+  BYSTANDER "A human document."
+  COUNTRY LIFE "A human document."
+  TRUTH "Intensely interesting."
+  EV. STANDARD "A thrilling achievement."
+  D. TELEGRAPH "Will have a lasting value."
+  PALL MALL GAZ. "Nothing can withstand it."
+  SPHERE "The book has genius in it."
+  BOOKMAN "A poignantly human book."
+  ENGLISH REVIEW "A wonderful piece of work."
+  GRAPHIC "An enthralling slice of life."
+  D. SKETCH "A book that will make a stir."
+  ATHENĈUM "We welcome such books as this."
+  ILL. LONDON NEWS "An outstanding piece of work."
+  D. CHRONICLE "Tremendous, absorbing, convincing."
+  REV. OF REVIEWS "The book is not merely notable--it is remarkable."
+  LA STAMPA "Un nuovo grande astro della litteratura inglese."
+  D. EXPRESS "Will be one of the most talked-of books of the year."
+  SPECTATOR "A book of unusual interest, which we cannot but praise."
+
+HERBERT JENKINS, LD. 12 ARUNDEL PLACE, LONDON, S.W.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+_BY THE SAME AUTHOR_
+
+SONGS OF THE DEAD END
+
+POEMS BY PATRICK MACGILL
+
+
+"Remarkable."--_Daily Express_.
+
+"Work of real genius."--_Bookman_.
+
+"This is a remarkable book."--_Graphic_.
+
+"He can do things, can our navvy poet."--_The Clarion_.
+
+"This extraordinary man of the people."--_Public Opinion_.
+
+"The greatest poet since Kipling."--JAMES DOUGLAS, in _The Star_.
+
+"Verses of remarkable vigour, variety and ability."--_Pall Mall
+Gazette_.
+
+"MacGill's work is taking the literary world by storm."--_Morning
+Leader_.
+
+"His poems show a power of direct observation and of strong
+emotion."--_Spectator_.
+
+"We are at a loss to understand what manner of youth he
+is."--_Manchester Guardian_.
+
+"The author has a very considerable gift."--ANDREW LANG, in
+_Illustrated London News_.
+
+"It is a life which has been an Odyssey, the picturesque life a tone
+poet can weather through as Mr. MacGill has done."--_Book Monthly_.
+
+"The traits of an ardent, fearless personality, expressed in words of
+fire, are here again in all their lyrical richness.... The poet says:
+
+  'I sing my songs to you--and well,
+  You'll maybe like them--who can tell?'
+
+We do like them."--_Daily Chronicle_.
+
+"When, in the terse vernacular of his calling, he gives voice to the
+sorrows and impatience, the humour and the resignation of his workmen
+comrades, and lets his songs find their own natural bent, then at
+length he attains real lyrical strength and sincerity.... For we need
+have no hesitation in hailing Mr. MacGill as a poet."--_Sunday Times_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+40,000 SOLD IN 14 DAYS
+
+QUICK TRAINING FOR WAR
+
+SOME PRACTICAL SUGGESTIONS. ILLUSTRATED BY DIAGRAMS BY LT.-GEN.
+SIR ROBERT BADEN-POWELL, K.C.B. Price 1/- net. Post Free by all
+Booksellers 1/2.</b>
+
+FIRST REVIEWS
+
+_Daily Mail_.--"B.P. has a reputation which is second to none, and
+this little book is so brightly and cleverly written that it will be
+read with advantage by the recruit and studied with infinite pleasure
+and profit by the professional soldier."
+
+_Lady's Pictorial_.--"Ladies who are anxious to give a practical
+present which not one of their soldier men-folk should disdain to
+accept would certainly find this acceptable."
+
+_Globe_.--"I advise every young officer, Regular or Terrier, to get
+'Quick Training for War' and study it.... It is a most sunny and
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+
+_Sporting Chronicle_.--"Great interest is being taken in
+Baden-Powell's book 'Quick Training for War' which is enjoying a
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+
+_Daily Chronicle_.--"The volume is full of good things for every
+officer, N.C.O., and man in the British Territorial Forces, and rifle
+club."
+
+_Daily Telegraph_.--"This little handbook should be a companion of all
+officers and men now training or being trained for war."
+
+HERBERT JENKINS LD., 12 ARUNDEL PLACE, LONDON, S.W.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+QUICK TRAINING FOR WAR
+
+FIRST REVIEWS (_CONTINUED_).
+
+_Academy_.--"If books were sold on intrinsic value, Sir Robert
+Baden-Powell's little volume would be issued at a sovereign."
+
+_Sporting Life_.--"Should be studied by every man who is entering the
+service of his country or contemplates doing so."
+
+_Spectator_.--"In heartily commending General Baden-Powell's little
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+
+_Athenĉum_.--"Sir Robert's hundred pages teem with evidence of how
+common-sense helps."
+
+_Truth_.--"Will prove a valuable gift to those who have answered the
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+
+_Sunday Times_.--"The book should be in the knapsack of every recruit
+in the New Army."
+
+_Daily Express_.--"A copy ought to be in the pocket of every officer
+and man in the new armies."
+
+_Daily Sketch_.--"Every young officer, N.C.O. and private should have
+a copy."
+
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+
+_Saturday Review_.--"A manual of great good sense."
+
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+
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+
+HERBERT JENKINS LD., 12 ARUNDEL PLACE, LONDON, S.W.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR JOHN FRENCH
+
+AN AUTHENTIC BIOGRAPHY BY CECIL CHISHOLM, M.A. WITH A PORTRAIT OF SIR
+JOHN FRENCH BY HIS SON, J.R.L. FRENCH. CR. 8VO. CLOTH. PRICE 1/- NET.
+POSTAGE 3D. EXTRA.
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+
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+
+"An admirable story of the Field-Marshal's life."--_Academy_.
+
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+
+"A welcome and admirable little volume in every way."--_Observer_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ATKINS AT WAR
+
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+SIR R. BADEN-POWELL, K.C.B. CLOTH. PRICE 1/- NET. POSTAGE 3D. EXTRA.
+
+"A human document."--_Globe_.
+
+"A human document."--_Graphic_.
+
+"Sure of a wide circulation."--_Nation_.
+
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+
+"A capital little book."--_Pall Mall Gazette_.
+
+"A book that throbs with life."--_Daily Call_.
+
+"Mr. Kilpatrick has performed a public service."--_Evening Standard_.
+
+HERBERT JENKINS LD., 12 ARUNDEL PLACE, LONDON, S.W.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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