On Saturday, August 22nd, at seven in the morning, the detachment of volunteers from Quebec marched off from the drill-shed to entrain for Valcartier.
Our friends came to see us off and the band played "The Girl I Left Behind Me," in the traditional manner.

On our arrival at Valcartier we marched over to the ground assigned to us, and the men set to work to put up the tents.

I hope I am casting no slur upon the 8th Royal Rifles of Quebec, when I say that I think we were all pretty green in the matter of field experience.

The South African veterans amongst us, both officers and men, saved the situation.

But I know that the cooking arrangements rather "fell down", and I think a little bread and cheese, very late at night, was all we had to eat.