One company of such men arrived at their appointed camp, and the next day there was a fight with enemy aeroplanes overhead.

One of the poor coolies was so terrified that he went and hanged himself, and the rest could only be pacified with great difficulty.

On the other hand, a flying officer once offered a ride to a Chinese ganger who, with his men, had been doing some work on an aerodrome for the R.A.F.

"The ganger went up with glee; and the pilot's feelings may be imagined when, at a good height, he looked round and saw the ganger standing up, as happy as could be, looking over the edge and pointing down to the camp where his company lived, and other landmarks he was able to recognise." * * * * * Of the noble army of women, who, since 1917, have formed part of that great force behind the fighting lines I have been rapidly sketching--what shall one say but good and grateful things?
In 1917, as our car wound through the narrow streets of Montreuil, I remember noticing a yellow car in front of us, unlike the usual Army car, and was told that it contained the new head of the Women's Army Auxiliary Corps, and that 10,000 women were now to be drafted into France, to take the place of men wanted for the fighting line.

And a little later at Abbeville I found General Asser, then Inspector-General of the Lines of Communication, deep in the problems connected with the housing and distribution of the new Women's Contingent.