Private Peat

and whispered ominously. We shivered. The sound of the guns

fe. Sure enough the enemy was near. He couldn't have been less than twenty-two miles away! We could hear h

we knew it was there. Once in a while during that dark treading through an unfamiliar country one of the boys would stumble and fall face down. Then the mud spoke ... and it did not whisper. There were grunts and

e could fancy the battalion making a "duck" in perfect unison. The star shell

This was our first experience of French billets. The rest-hous

in his country, and in consequence there had to be a guard. Four of the boys wer

was a young chap from Red Deer, Alberta. Now, figure the situation for yourself. For days past we had been feeding on bully beef-bully bee

But I ate of it. It was tender; it

aloguing of his properties. I don't blame him. He had dealt with Germans when they overran the territory. He had met with Belgians when they hastened forward. He had had experience of his own countrymen when they endeavore

. No one ate it. No one knew anything about it. We were perfectly willing, if need be, to pay double price for the chicken rather than have such a term as

ldier was found to have taken anything from the peasantry for his own use; if any man was found drunk on active service, or if he committed any other crime or offense which might be counted as mi

nk that I had been-innocently or at least ignorantly-associa

our

llets a very subdu

but after a time I found her alone, and with the little English Mademoiselle Marie B-- had picked up from British sol

ation. Scene from the Photo-

pretty in appearance, but her features were drawn and her expression was sad. She had a qu

n terror the coming of her baby, and the fiends who had outraged h

to you, Mademoisell

plied, "les Allemands,

rman would do such a hideous thi

in this country to-day believe, that the Germans did not commit

ers ... my father I have not seen, my mother I have not seen ... no, not for five

ntinued. "Where

burgomaster. We do not know of this, and do nothing. At last, Monsieur, the Uhlans come to our house to search, and there they see a shotgun and some shot. It is such a gun as you must know in the house of British, in the house of American. It is the common gun. We did not know. But there is no pardon for ignorance in war. My

d that I can walk. I walk and walk. It is now one hundred and

and turned away. I was sick.

one little rule ... were we to take any property, no matter how small, without just payment to its owner; were we to drink one glass of beer

d then, if never before, what we were fighting for. I was ready to give every drop of blood

d march, across country, of some twenty-two miles. This was the hardest march of the entire time I was

oad builders, and precious little organization for the traffic. Part o

a shirt sail quietly across the hedge-row; an extra pair of boots in the other direction; another shirt, a bundle of writing paper;

n or a burning bunion. But every man pegged ahead. This was the first forced march. We were on our

der happier circumstances. It was under fire, but not badly damaged, and consequently ma

e us right royal welcome and a hearty handshake. We had a reputation to keep up, for in

us rather the "Swearing Can-ydians," as we stumbled, bent double, lifting

ered and swayed. The English boys cheered and yelled a greeting. It was rousing, it was th

ere came a voice-that of a true son of the East En

' Can-ydians ... 'Ere they

No one can offer a gibe to a man of the West without his

eeled back the answer raucously

nhearted?

nhearted?

come and tr

smiling wh

arted? Are we

no

ell broken-'earted," chanted our small Cockney comrade, wit