like a beacon for miles around. The chimney had been tilted by some wanton Boche shell so that it shamed the Tower of Piza and it was regarded by the drivers who slept beneath as a sort of Sword of Damocles. For the first few days, its temperament was carefully and prayerfully studied when it seemed to win from the drivers a degree of grudging confidence.

The Monastery was sometimes called the "Port of Missing Men" because it sheltered the only wine shop in the neighborhood.

Life at Rangeval was far from fast, as most of the ammunition was hauled by narrow-gauge. Taking care of the horses was about the sole resource, and amusement was at a premium. On one occasion a noise of deliberate, evenly spaced pistol shots was traced to the second floor of the factory. It seemed A Battery ingenuity had solved the amusement problem. Corporal Wheelwright lay flat on his bunk, dreamily shooting the tiles from the roof above his head!

The drivers at Rangeval were honored with the presence of Miss Elsie Janis on May 24.

On May 10 orders suddenly came to the firing Battery to get ready to move immediately. The

104th Infantry was being attacked very heavily about fifteen kilometers to the west in the Bois Brule, near Apremont, and we were to help our Second Battalion support them. Luckily for us the sun had shone brightly for a couple of days and had dried the ground to such an extent that the guns were "snaked out" fairly easily. The drivers had a few exciting moments coming in to the position when a cluster

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