CHAPTER IV.
Fear comes and goes, but a man's love lives with him .-- EASTERN PROVERB.
Stamboul was disillusionment--a city of rain and plagues and stinks! The food in barracks was maggoty.

We breathed foul air and yearned for the streets; yet, once in the streets, we yearned to be back in barracks.

Aye, sahib, we saw more in one day of the streets than we thought good for us, none yet understanding the breadth of Ranjoor Singh's wakefulness.

He seemed to us like a man asleep in good opinion of himself--that being doubtless the opinion he wished the German officers to have of him.
Part of the German plan became evident at once, for, noticing our great enthusiasm at the prospect of being sent to Gallipoli, Tugendheim, in the hope of winning praise, told a German officer we ought to be paraded through the streets as evidence that Indian troops really were fighting with the Central Powers.

The German officer agreed instantly, Tugendheim making faces thus and brushing his mustache more fiercely upward.
So the very first morning after our arrival we were paraded early and sent out with a negro band, to tramp back and forth through the streets until nearly too weary to desire life.