He was especially interesting and terrible to us chaplains, because rumour had it that he did not believe in chaplains, and no one could find out whether he was going to take us or not.

The chaplains in consequence were very polite when inadvertently they found themselves in his august presence.

I was clad in a private's uniform, which was handed to me out of a box in the drill-shed the night before the 8th Royal Rifles left Quebec, and I was most punctilious in the matter of saluting General Hughes whenever we chanced to meet.
The day after we arrived at the camp was a Sunday.

The weather looked dark and showery, but we were to hold our first church parade, (p.

018) and, as I was the senior chaplain in rank, I was ordered to take it over.