By the time the service was finished, we generally had quite a good congregation, but it took a certain amount of courage and faith to start the service.

One felt very much like a little band of Salvationists in a city square.
In spite of having a horse to ride, it was sometimes difficult to cover the ground between the services on Sunday.

One afternoon, when I had been to the Cavalry Brigade at Petit Moncque Farm, I had a great scramble to get back in time to the transport lines.

In a bag hanging over the front of my saddle, I had five hundred hymn books.

Having taken a wrong turn in the road I lost some time which it was necessary to make up, and, in my efforts to make haste, the string of the bag broke and hymn books fluttered out and fell along the road.