been carried for several days now began to get heavy and the straps to cut. The fluctuating speed of the column made it necessary to change pace continually, and feet began to feel the effects of fast and continued marching.

A sharp climb with double time through a sandy stretch at the top accounted for the death of two horses. But directly we stopped to pay our compliments to the rolling kitchen and revive our spirits by bathing them in the soothing thought that our hike would soon be over and our rest period would be upon us.

In a shower of hail, we trudged down from the heights into a valley over a tortuous, writhing road. Brachay was built around its church in the valley, all on the left of the road. Down in a meadow on the other side between the road and the brook, the Battalion proceeded to establish itself. Numerous vacant houses in town served us as billets.

The next day was to bring our hike to a happy close; and so we started off, gay and light-hearted in spite of tired feet and hungry horses. The morning had dragged its slow length through and it was early afternoon when the town of Roche hove into view. It seemed that there were Adrian barracks in every vacant lot, filled with troops and smoking kitchens, and American signs adorned every house. Here we were met by Corp. Allen who had preceded us in order to arrange for our coming. We were conducted by him to the hillside town of Signeville, our rest billet. It was a meagre town, but how good it looked to tired men! Each section had its vacant house with a

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