097) favourite camping grounds.

It was on the Neuve Eglise side of the camp, and beyond us was some barbed wire.

About two o'clock one night I was aroused by an excited conversation which was being carried on between my friend Ross in his bivouac, and a soldier who had been dining late and had lost his way.

The young fellow had got it into his head that he had wandered into the German lines, and Ross had great difficulty in convincing him that he was quite safe.

He was just going off with mind appeased when he caught sight of my pyramid tent on a rise in the ground.