Above all we were to remember that because a man said "Damn", it did not mean necessarily that he was going to hell.

At the conclusion of the address, we were allowed to ask questions, and one of our number unadvisedly asked if he would be allowed to carry a revolver.

"No," said Sam with great firmness, "take a bottle of castor oil." We didn't dare to be amused at the incident in the presence of the Chief, but we had a good laugh over it when we got back to our tents.
Two Sundays before we left, the most remarkable church parade in the history of the division was held, at which fully fifteen thousand men were present.

The Senior Chaplain asked me to preach.

A large platform had been erected, on which the chaplains stood, and on the platform also were two signallers, whose duty it was to signal to the battalions and bands the numbers of the hymns.