No Man's Land

into the unknown. Coming to it through that appalling Gulf of Lyons, beside which the dreaded Bay of Biscay seems like the proverbial duck-pond, Notre Dame de la Garde h

e in, but did not leave: there seemed to be a concensus of opinion amongst skippers that the Goeben was a nasty thing to meet alone on a dark night. An

, who liked Marseilles and prayed to remain for ever. But the Americans desired to return to God's own country-they and their wives and their sons and daughters; moreover, they expressed their desire fluently and f

brated rendering of a boiler explosion. It appeared-when every one had partially recovered-that he was the proud possessor of ten francs and three sous. He also admitted to a wife suffering from something with a name that hurt, and various young railway magnates of both sexes. It transpired that the ten francs and three sous had been laboriously collected from his ménage

ose strange beings of whom one reads, who corner tin-tacks and things, and

did not know, and he did not care how he proposed to live during that period, and he had no intention of furnishing him with any money to do it with. He had definite orders from his firm: no cheques cashed under any circumstances whatever. He was

ared forth, and every now and then the Colonel in front lifted his right hand gravely in a salute. They were small men, the poilus of that regiment; but they marched well, with a swing, and the glint of white teeth. Sometimes t

s hat as the ripple reached him; then h

nc note. I guess I feel a bit small." He turned and followed the reg