with a slatted floor we shivered under lukewarm streams of a mixture of kerosene and water, a sickening, slimy fluid. Rushing from there into a species of refrigerating plant, we were liberally daubed with a noxious liquid whose base was vinegar. Oily and subdued, we filed by a long counter where clean underwear was given us, and dressing hurriedly, trooped sadly back to camp, wondering if it were safe to smoke when one felt like a lampwick.

                Afternoon brought orders to embark on the following morning. They were received with placid satisfaction, but no wild clamor, for, as at Mayet, we had been expecting it too long to feel any great exultation. This order brought a new form of penance, a full pack inspection.

                Before starting out, we were warned that the lack of even a piece of soap, or a mirror might hold up the whole Regiment; everyone filled his pockets with extras in case some unfortunate should find himself minus some bit of equipment. With cheering possibility of missing our chance to embark, we trudged off under our packs to the quarter of the camp where we had been deloused. Marching through various runways and corridors, we ended up in a large hall, where sundry nervous inspecting officers looked over our packs, without making us even take them off, seeming much more interested in uniformity of appearance than in completeness of equipment. Back in our tents again, we unrolled our packs, and wondered what the Inquisition would order next.

                A storm of warnings in regard to our conduct was the next excitement. Our innocent curiosity in re­

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