We went in single file along the railway and then across the fields which were being shelled.

At last we came to the dressing station.

Beside the entrance, was a little shelter covered with corrugated iron, and there were laid a number of wounded, while some were lying on stretchers in the open road.

Among these were several German prisoners and the bodies of dead men.

The dressing station had once been the dugout of an enemy battery and its openings, therefore, were on the side of the road facing the Germans, who knew its location exactly.