Fanny Goes to War

long way to Tipararee" rang out. The pronunciation of the words was most odd and we listened in wonder; the Major's chest ho

ks, the noise of course was deafening. We soon got accustomed to it and besides had too much to do to bother. When all was ready, we were given our instructions-we were to keep together till we had passed through the village when the doctor would be the

en on we went again. I really can't say how far we walked like this; it seemed positively miles. Suddenly a light flared in the sky, illuminating the surrounding country in an eerie glare. It didn't take me many minutes, needless to say, to drop flat! Luckily it wa

down into the trench along a very slippery plank. The men looked very surprised to see us, and their little dug-outs were like large rabbit hutches. I crawled into one on my hands and knees as the door was very low. The two occupants had a small brazier burning. Straw was on the floor-the straw we had previously seen on the men's backs-and you should have seen their faces brighten at the sight of a new pair of

ied on to a bigger dug-out and helped the doctor with several blessés injured that afternoon, and later we helped to remove them back to the village and thence to a field hospital. Just then we began bombarding with the 75's. which we had seen earlier on. The row was deafening-first a terrific bang, then a swizzing through the air with a sound like a sob, and then a plop at the other end where it had exploded-somewhere. At first, as with all newcomers in the firing line, we ducked our heads as the shells went

erchiefs; still the fact remains, they were curtains. He showed us two bits of a shell that had burst above the day before and made the roof colla

e chaussettes, Mees, je vous en prie; il y a trois mois depuis que j'en ai eu." (A pair of socks, miss, I beseech you, it's three months since I had an

long the line. We promised to bring more things the next night and start at the point where

omething wild; anything to break it. One almost wished the Germans would retaliate! That silent monster only such a little way from us seemed just waiting to spring. We crawled one by one out of the trenches on to the road, and began the perilous journey homewards with the blessés, knowing that at any moment the Germans might begin bombarding. As we were resting the Captain of the batter

nd very good. I felt I agreed with the Irish coachman who at his first taste declared "The shtuff was made in Hiven but the Divil him

exasperated. By the time I'd passed the seventeenth "Gustave," I felt I'd risk even a bayonet to be allowed to snooze without interruption. The blessés were deposited in Hosp