As I started up the hill on the long (p.

107) straight road with trees on either side, I tried to open the tin with the key, but as usual it broke and left only a little crack through which with my penknife I extracted strings of beef.

I could not use my flashlight, as the hill was in sight of the enemy, so I had to content myself with what nourishment I was able to obtain.

Half way up the hill I noticed a tall figure standing by one of the trees.

I thought he might be a spy but I accosted him and found he was one of the Strathcona Horse who had a working party in the trenches that night.