marched another three miles or so, this time carrying blanket rolls, past the docks and warehouses of a huge supply base and past staring German prisoners who insisted that we were nothing but English dressed up to fool them, and into another rest camp, this time of the hot, flat and dusty variety where we again met the regulars we had seen at Southampton. "There seems to be no end of you," remarked an English officer, and it was good to answer that ten million more of us were coming.

If we impressed our allies by our numbers, they impressed us even more strongly by their experience. We felt now that we were in the war for fair, and absorbed with awe the several outward signs of it; cars and trucks in camouflage paint, aeroplane parts, and whole ones as well, besides many other features whose intent was perfectly plain. Our self-esteem shrank and shrank as we talked to Tommies and Poilus whose vast knowledge made us feel more and more like earthworms. One old Britisher who had been gassed and shell-shocked was particularly gloomy in regard to our prospects. He regaled us with harrowing tales and parted from us with the injunction: "Be careful, lads. 'Jerry' is a grand gunner!"

We stayed at Le Havre long enough to have one meal and also a scrap with the regulars regarding priority rights at the wash-troughs, and then marched down to entrain. Somehow we couldn't believe it was to be our fate to ride in freight cars, having come across England third class, but the horrible truth was apparent the minute we saw our train. When loaded,

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