The men therefore were not criminals in the ordinary sense of the term.

I brought my surplice, scarf and hymn books, and I told the men that I wanted them to sing.
They lay on the shelves with only their heads and shoulders visible.

I told them that I wanted the service to be hearty, and asked them to choose the first hymn.

A voice from one of the shelves said-- "Here we suffer grief and pain." A roar of laughter went up from the prisoners, in which I joined heartily.
At the front, we held Hill 60 and the trenches to the south of it.

In a railway embankment, a series of dugouts furnished the Brigade that was in the line with comfortable billets.