either side. For several hours we had been within sound of the guns, but at this point a dozen shells burst at uncomfortable distances from the road. It may have been a coincidence that a truck with head­ lights burning in violation of all rules, had just passed that spot.

                A little before daylight, after a hard 40 km. hike, the drivers urged their tired horses up the muddy hill from Baleicourt to the N. W. edge of the Bois Des Sartelles, where the picket line was stretched under the trees. The men turned in without ceremony and slept where they fell, in a dirt-floored wooden Adrian.

                With dawn came a cold drizzle of rain. The unfortunate drivers dragged themselves out of their blankets to feed and water, while those cannoneers who were not totally dead to the world, chose between blankets and mess. The afternoon and next day, Sunday, being also rainy, were spent in grooming horses and overhauling equipment for another trick in the lines. Monday it rained again, or rather still, for there was a continuous gray drizzle which turned the deep mud in the Bois des Sartelles into a veritable quagmire. In the afternoon the divisional show gave a performance near Baleicourt. As orders to pull up the lines were expected at any minute, the caissons and limbers were loaded with shell.

                Monday evening saw tremendous excitement throughout the Regiment, for there was a newspaper which announced the end of the war. It said the Germans agreed to discuss the "14 points", and the last shot was to be fired at six P. M. that very night. Everyone turned in with a feeling of subdued elation,

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