Rain was falling, and we marched off into the woods by the light of two smoky lanterns to the place selected as a military cemetery.

To add to the weirdness of the scene two pipers played a dirge.

In the dim light of the lanterns, with the dropping rain over head and the dripping trees around us, we laid the poor boy to rest.
The whole scene made a lasting impression on those who were present.
Meanwhile the camp extended and improvements were made, and many changes occurred in the disposition of the units.

At one time the Quebec men were joined with a Montreal unit, then they were taken and joined with a New Brunswick detachment and formed into a battalion.

Of course we grew more military, and I had assigned to me a batman whom I shall call Stephenson.