the one south of the town always received their allotment of 150's, although frequently the engineers and doughboys who lived along the road caught the shells, rather than the road itself. The Battery fourgon and caissons had many exciting times as they came up in the evening. Once when the fourth piece was coming back from the Ordnance Repair Shop, a large shell landed in the road just in front of the horses. It blew the lead pair into the gutter and it snapped off the pole of the limber. Jensen, who was driving wheel, cut loose one of his horses and galloped all the way up to the position to report the trouble. Sgt. Chandler took several men down with the fourgon and managed to lash the gun on behind and tow it up. During June the wind was most provoking. Every evening it would die down to practically nothing, but what there was of it made conditions ideal for enemy gas. Consequently, almost every night, especially at about one or two A. M., the Huns would amuse themselves by dropping just enough gas shells around to make the air rotten, and in the calm of the night the gas would lie around for hours. Corporal Peabody was our expert on gas. He had just come back from a gas school, and when­ ever anybody got a whiff of any bad odor, he would always yell for "Peabo" to sample it out and decide whether it was dangerous or not.

                Both Colonel Logan's and Colonel Sherburne's Command Posts were in Bernecourt. One night a 150 went through Colonel Sherberne’s room and exploded beyond it. By the merest chance the Colonel had just gone out about a minute before.

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