Not only was I given a bed, but one of their servants went and brought me a hot-cross bun and a glass of milk.

In return for such wholehearted and magnificent hospitality, I sat on the edge of the bed and recited poems to my hosts, who at that hour of the morning were not averse to anything which might be conducive to sleep.
On the next day I was made an honorary member of their mess.

I should like to bear testimony here to the extraordinary cordiality and (p.

052) kind hospitality which was always shown to us by British officers.
Later on in the day, I found the 13th Battalion just a few miles outside Cassel at a place called Terdeghem.

It was a quaint little village with an interesting church.