vous tension which oppressed us and hung over us like some wide-eyed, malignant spirit growing more insistent from day to day.

                On November 1 the Battery had orders to pull out of Death Valley and relieve the Ninth Battery of the Sixteenth Regiment (French) in the Bois D'Haudromont. Profiting by the experience gained in our last fatal move, the limbers came up at eight thirty A. M. in broad daylight, or in other words, when the Germans would least expect troops in their right senses to move. The risk was that we would be seen and fired on, but even so it would have been light so that we could have seen what we were doing, whereas by waiting until darkness we would be almost sure to fall under another murderous Boche concentration and repeat the scene of our entrance into the position. By 9 o'clock the telephone lines were all cut and tagged, the ammunition piled neatly by the road and labeled, the kitchen stuff loaded in a truck, and the firing battery out on the road headed for the rear. No time was lost getting started. Before the last of the cannoneers carrying their packs had walked two hundred yards down the road, the position was caught under a burst of fire which killed two infantrymen passing in front of our fresh-piled ammunition. . . . Continuing through Bras and across the Meuse the Battery pulled up at Charny, where they had supper and stayed until nightfall. Meanwhile, scouts went on ahead to become familiar with the new position to be taken over from the French.

                While the guns had been in Death Valley, the echelon situation had been a unique one. The cais­

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