No Man's Land

stout field officer endeavouring to stand on a small marble-topped table, with a glass of beer in each hand. He was making a speech-chiefly in Hindustani-to the frenzied mob of cheering Frenchmen

him out, it was an old suit, and Engla

outside for all he cared; he merely consumed a little more whisky, and conducted morning prayers. He would give them no assurance; they went at their own risk, but, if the boat got there, he would land them at Gibraltar. And having thought the matter over, and realised that firstly a journey through Italy might result in their being kept as

; and so they jogged along at a peaceful ten knots and watched the sun set each evening in a blaze of golden glory over the rocky coast of Spain. For the first time since leaving E

ever since a kindly senior subaltern had first taken it upon himself to shape the

s drivel of certain writers had influenced even the Army itself. "Peace will be declared before Christmas. An' I'll have sat on that cursed island, and whenever I see a ship I'd like to poop at, th

an onlooker cruelly. "I

at he burst in

appened? Had the fleets met? Had the wonderful day which the German Navy was popularly supposed to be living for-had it arrived? And if it had-

the gin. Which might be taken as the text for a sermon on things as they are. In this war it is the patent manure and the vermouth which dominate the situation as far as the fighters, at any rate, are concerned. The talkers may think otherwise, may prate of soul-stirring motives, and great ideals. But for the soldiers, life is a b