The Escape of a Princess Pat

gon

he Gas-Why the Patricias Cheered-

ary struggles of St. Julien and Hill 60, spectators of both. Although subjected to constant alarm we had

he first news of the gas the women of Britain, their tears scalding their needles, with one accord had laboured, sans rest, sans sleep, sans everything, so that shortly there had poured in to us here a steady stream of gauze pads for mouth and nostril. For the protection of our lungs against the

nter their trenches to-night with fixed bayonets. All units are enjoined to exercise the closest watch on their front; the troops will stand to fro

ipped with loopholes, as they were with most other things, and were forced to leave their bayonets off their rifles in order to avoid any danger of the latter sticking in their metal shields when n

st of an ammunition dump flared up into a volcano of fiery sound. The earth under our feet trembled in convulsive shudders from a cannonade so vast that no one sound could be picked out

itish Army and then our own, the 27th, with Hill 60 on our right flank. The enemy attacked both at Hill 60 and at the line of the Canadian Division and the French,

ast, turned around the other way and fired in the opposite direction without a shift in its own position. For our own protection we ha

y. And then perhaps another order-to stick it another day; at which we cheered and slapped one another boisterously o

that we knew we were not, we slunk away under cover of darkness on the night of the third of May t

Faced by an overwhelmingly superior force, our badly depleted three divisions had barely escaped being

en our new position. A small rearguard of fifteen men to the regiment had held our front for the few hours necessary for us to "shake down" in the new position. Their task was to remain behind and to

in Polygon Wood. Zillebeke lay just to the left and beyond that, Ho

quate support than before. And at that the drafts arrived each day-if they were lucky enough to break through the curtains of fire with which the ene

er of a "cushy" job, and in short, for all those who could by hook or crook hold a rifle to help stem this threatening tide. And in our own lot, even those wasteful luxuries, t