Some Naval Yarns

to make a "voyage" i

stretcher-bearers steadily and silently bore the first cot patient from a waiting ambulance to the war-coloured train. Cot then followed cot with precision, onl

zed around them while being hoisted into the hospital train. They looked like men sewed into white sailcloth sacks. Surgeons, with two and th

han a pathetic picture, for every bluejacket wore his cap, looking like a sailor who had gone to bed with his clothes on. That cap travels with him like his papers. The bluejacket has many important things which he conceals in it, and the most important of all is his package

wo small openings for the patient's eyes. His cap was on his bed. As thi

ill, or yer'll g

re going aboard the same train to the same port. Bill paid little heed at that moment to his chum as he picked his way through the water and mud. His right arm was i

der. Bye-bye fo

the hazy forms of ships. Others looked, but said nothing about the sailor doffi

ain surgeon. "Six, four, seve

icers, sitting and cot cases, and

he officer of the

ouple of cot cases in Edinburgh. In the Waverley Station a few minu

nd his assistant walked through the coaches, observing the cases o

o men who, I supposed, would only require toast and beef-te

r Twists,'" declare

as a pretty girl. Hence it was not surprising when I heard a voice from one of th

e the purtiest gal

y, who blushed a deep pink when she realised how many pairs of eyes from the train were focussed on her. Soon hor

d at Hull when it was dusk, and at the station was, among other persons, Lady Nunburnholme, whose husband is the chief owner of the Wilson Line of steamships, and who takes a deep interest in the ambulance trains and

rship, was put in the coach with the men. The surgeon made the discovery, and s

or. "There's nothing wrong with me.

g morning. At midnight the chief surgeon walked through the train to see that all was well,

keep half a dozen awake ne

ilor who had fallen on his vessel, knocked four of his teeth out, and cut his head. Why he had to go to "Sick Bay" for such a trifle was beyond him. In the dark hours of the early mornin

ead feels scorchin' with the bangin'

nk," said the surgeon, who tol

In his anxiety to get a truck out of the way to permit the stretcher-bearers uninterrupted passage to the ambulances, a porter tipped over six and a half

and the train split in two to permit of traffic passing. The train-surgeon, having delivered the valuables of the pati

. "Another run over, and the Germans ha