Every now and then we could hear the crack of a bullet overhead striking the sandbags.

The officer was afterwards killed, and the great promise of his life was not fulfilled in this world.
There was a great deal of rifle fire in the trenches in those days.
The captain told me the Canadians were adepts in getting rid of (p.

041) their ammunition and kept firing all night long.

Further down the line were the "Queen's Own Westminsters." They were a splendid body of young men and received us very kindly.

On my way over to them the next morning, I found in a lonely part of a trench a man who had taken off his shirt and was examining the seams of it with interest.