Murdoch MacDonald got a bucket of water from a green and slimy pond and put it on the other side of a hedge, and there I retired to have a wash and change.

I was just in the midst of the process when, to my confusion, the Germans began to shell the adjoining field, and splinters of shell fell in the hedge behind me.

The transport men on the other side called out to me (p.

076) to run and take cover with them under the waggons.

"I can't, boys", I replied, "I have got no clothes on." They roared with laughter at my plight.