I always had a certain number present, and very delightful were these services at that early hour.

Outside on deck we could hear the tramp and orders of those engaged in physical drill, and inside the saloon where I had arranged the altar there knelt a small gathering of young fellows from various parts of Canada, who were pleased to find that the old Church was going with them on (p.

028) their strange pilgrimage.

The well-known hymn-- "Eternal Father strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave" had never appealed to me much in the past, but it took on a new meaning at our Sunday church parade, for we all felt that we were a rather vulnerable body in any determined attack that might be made upon us by the German navy.

Now and then vessels would be sighted on the horizon and there was always much excitement and speculation as to what they might be.