and butter soon depleted and dwindled to nothingness. There was a considerable potter's shop on the road from the main street to our horse lines which, too, underwent much interested inspection. Some took pleasure in airing their meagre French in carrying on a sparse conversation with a French veteran of a previous war, or a refugee from the devastated areas of France, as well as with the merchants of the town.

It was a sunny, and in spite of the horses, a pleas­ ant and relaxing time that was spent there in that little farming village, well appreciated after a lengthy turn on the front and a long, hard ride on the train. The second night, a bright moon shining down on the square and the fountain, saw us quite at home in Radonvilliers, our home since two nights before.

The morrow brought us splendid news: we were to make ready for our hike. We knew it to be a long, wearisome, hard march of several days duration and anticipated no especial joy from the journey itself. It was our goal and what that meant that we looked forward to so eagerly, for we were bound for some as yet unknown town, there to enjoy a couple of weeks rest. We were all expectation and eagerness to reach our first rest area.

The sunny morning of March 25 found the blanket rolls rolled and packs packed. About 10 o'clock the picket ropes were taken down, horses harnessed and hitched, the "lines" policed. Before noon the Battery had bade good-bye to Radonvilliers and was stretched out along the road, joining B and C Batteries in battalion column. We stopped for dinner on the road, and then took up the hike again. A good many of us

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