I also hung round my neck the pyx containing the Blessed Sacrament, then I went out on the street, not knowing what way to take.

To my infinite delight, some men came marching up in the moonlight from the end of the canal.

I recognized them as the 16th Battalion, Canadian Scottish, and I called out, "Where are you going, boys ?" The reply came glad and cheerful.

"We are going to reinforce the line, Sir, the Germans have broken through." "That's all right, boys", I said, "play the game.

I will go with you." Never before was I more glad to meet human (p.