of automobiles made one think of the road to the stadium on the day of the Harvard-Yale game.

In many respects our life differed from the training life that was to be universal in the army cantonments, which at that time were merely paper plans. We lived in pyramidal tents, each one containing ten canvas cots equipped with an alleged mosquito net­ ting almost impossible to adjust; our washroom was the shore of the lake; our kitchen a fly-tent at the mercy of the elements; and our dining room the place where we happened to sit down. Our training was hampered and delayed by the great amount of pioneer work necessary to turn the wide, bare plain into an encampment for a whole brigade of artillery, worthy of the name of "Camp Curtis Guild". A telephone system had to be installed; gas engines had to be erected on the shore of the lake to provide adequate water facilities; trenches for water pipe had to be dug, and the pipes laid; wooden horse troughs had to be built and shower baths constructed. Finally, the term "detail" fell to such low repute that when it was decided to build a model dugout like those in France,—it was called the "Colonel's Dugout",—an "Honorary Detail" composed of non-commissioned officers and privates, was "allowed" to build it. The work, which was done by day and night shifts, en­ countered a vast pit of loose sand just below the top soil which necessitated shoring every bit of progress with practically water tight planking, in order to stop the seepage of sand. At last the attempted dugout was completed with stovepipe and flooring, and we lost our fear for the life of our Colonel.

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