tery passed. Plain description is beggared by the spectacle we presented. Take a man a few thousand miles from home; throw away his razor, toothbrush, and everything he owns except the uniform, shoes, slicker, and wet blanket; roll him freely in fresh mud, not neglecting face and neck; tear his slicker in strips starting at the collar; rub out the seat of his breeches, and any other suitable places such as elbows, knees, etc. Shout in his ear for eighteen days and nights, starving him as much as possible, and threatening his life at frequent intervals; finally, bounce him, stamp on his feet, hold him under an ice-water tank with a 2-inch hole in the bottom; multiply him by 170, in­ vest him with 100 "have-been" horses dragging carriages which have also been submitted to a parallel treatment and have been hung all over with German guns, helmets, gas-masks, bayonets, junk of every kind—and that is our Battery as we rumbled through Fere-en-Tardenois in the rain.

                Everyone was numb with cold when we got to the outskirts of Beuvardes at 3 A. M. We rubbed and fed the horses, parked the carriages under trees, and individually rigged up such shelter tents as we could in the rain, where we reclined on the "damp ground" (it gets monotonous to say mud so often.) At noon there was something in the way of mess. At 5 P. M. we were pursuing our way, the rain, of course, coming right along with us.

                All that night the Battery jolted and strained and lurched along finally passing through Chateau- Thierry's rubbish-bestrewn streets, and reaching its suburb, Essomes, at about 5 o'clock on the morning

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