keeping our airmen very busy. The beaches are crowded with mules,
wagons, and fatigue parties hard at work at loading the lighters.
There is no attempt at concealing what we are doing. But the Turk does
not know which night is our last, and if we can manage to keep him
in ignorance, then we can get off the last night without a rearguard
action being fought, for John Turk does not like leaping over the top.
Our Monitors, destroyers, and two cruisers keep the Turkish artillery
much quieter than they were a few days ago, though at intervals they
give us a very bad time on the beaches. A large number of personnel go
off, including the 29th Division Train with all their animals. Only
myself, the Adjutant, and one or two other officers and a handful of
men are left to stand by in case the last day is delayed and troops
require food.
At present, all on shore are rationed up to next Tuesday night. All the
Greeks have left.
_January 7th._
It is another beautiful morning, and the wind is in the north-east. We
had some rain in the night, and in consequence the ground is rather
muddy. All transport is now under the control of the VIII Corps
Transport Depot. The shooting of those animals which it will not be
possible to get off to-night will be begun and finished off to-morrow,
and all vehicles left will be destroyed. This morning I walk up with
Hyslop to D.H.Q. As we pass the Stationary Hospital we see a cluster
of mules wandering about, grazing on the scanty grass that is still
growing in odd patches on the plateau. We hear the whistle of a shell,
which proves a very small one and a dud, and which falls in the middle
of them with a “fut.” They jump about a bit, and then calmly go on
smelling for grass. Soon after another follows, also a dud. Evidently
the Turkish gunner who has fired is a sportsman, and has made a bet
with another that he will get a bull’s-eye first shot. Soon after we
hear the whine overhead of the howitzer shells, travelling seemingly to
“W” Beach, fired in grim earnest and not as a sporting shot, like the
two duds at the mules.
Looking at the gunnery from the Turkish gunners’ point of view, it must
have been all through this campaign a sort of series of field days for
them, with their guns in position on commanding heights, and with the
targets nearly always open sights and on the low lands. It is fortunate
for us that only lately they have been receiving regular supplies of
good ammunition. If they had had the artillery that the Germans had
before Ypres, twenty-four hours on any single day throughout the eight
months that we have been here would have turned the campaign in favour
of Turkey, and meant utter defeat and unconditional surrender for us.
As we are therefore at the end of it all, and shall soon once more
hand back to Turkey the remaining insignificant few acres of ground
that we had captured and held after so much gallantry, endurance, and
bloodshed, we must be thankful and congratulate ourselves that we
are disentangled from the quagmire with our Army intact. I may have
spoken too soon, but if we are as fortunate as we were at Suvla, we can
disappear in a night, although the enemy knows we are going. We expect
him to attack shortly to test our strength. If we hold him and inflict
losses on him, that will keep him quiet for a day or so; during these
days we have our great chance to evacuate without loss, and with our
Army intact.
We get very heavily shelled in the afternoon, several from Asia
bursting within a few yards of our office and one actually at the mouth
of the tunnel, which was crowded with men taking cover. While this is
going on the enemy make a concentrated bombardment on a part of our
front line held by the 13th Division and a part of the 87th Brigade.
It lasted continuously from 3.30 p.m. to 5.30 p.m., and caused about
a hundred and fifty casualties. At the end they made half-hearted
attempts to leave their trenches to attack ours, but the few small
parties that had the bravery to get out into No-man’s-land were stopped
dead by our machine-gun fire, and the show petered out. Now, therefore,
is our chance, either to-night or to-morrow. This afternoon’s attack
was probably made to test our strength, and as they suffered as much as
we did, if not more, they will pause awhile before attacking again.
After this attack finished, the shelling on the beaches almost entirely
ceased, and when night fell I was able in peace to start a job which
proved very tedious, namely of putting up rations, ammunition, and
water in petrol-cans into a dugout on “W” Beach, where it would be
useful in case of a rearguard action. The filling of the petrol-cans
is the tedious part of the job, the cans having to be let down by a
rope into the reservoir, which lies twenty yards from our dugout on the
top of the cliff. While I am in the middle of this job, an order from
VIII Corps H.Q. comes that I am to leave with all the A.S.C. details
to-night. As I have already received an order from D.H.Q. to go off
to-morrow night, I reply that I am sending the men with the remaining
officers and am going with D.H.Q. to-morrow. I get two gallons of
water, some bully, biscuits, and cheese put in my dugout. I send all
my kit off with my servant, who places some hay on the floor for my
bed for this, my last night, and go back to finish the job I am on.
To-morrow will be monotonous, waiting for the evening with nothing to
do; but I have a good book to read and plenty of tobacco, and the day
will soon pass. I am to go off at 6 p.m.
At 10 p.m. a written order comes down from VIII Corps that I am to
go off to-night with the others, for to-morrow is “Z” night, and the
beaches must be cleared as far as possible of non-combatant details.
I go to VIII Corps Signals and telephone D.H.Q., who say I can go.
I finish the job of putting the water in cans in the keep at twelve
midnight and go back to my dugout. All have left except five men. Two
of them landed with me on “W” Beach on the first day.
_January 8th._
It is now the beginning of “Z” day, and we three stand on “W” Beach
waiting orders to go on No. 1 Pier. As we stand in the heavy sand, my
thoughts immediately go back to the night of April 25th, where in the
same place as I am now standing we were labouring carrying boxes of
supplies up the beach. I feel as if I have gone round in a complete
circle. That is what has happened with the Gallipoli Campaign: it has
indeed gone round in a complete circle.
The beach is alive with troops, and animals are being feverishly
embarked. About two hundred have been shot to-night, though, and some
men actually cried as they performed that horrid task. Fortunately
there is little shelling. One now and again bursts on the high ground
of the beach.
An M.L.O. comes along the pier and instructs us to file along on board.
We pass up the pier, up a gangway, over one of the sunken ships, and
on to a small ship moored on the further side. The five N.C.O.’s go to
their quarters and I go to the wardroom, where my name and particulars
of my command (strength numbering five) are taken. And then I have a
whisky and soda and a cigar.
Phew! the relief. “W” Beach the last few weeks!... Let’s forget about
it!
_2.30 a.m._
The ship is now nearly full up with troops, and an officer comes in to
say we are off. I go up on deck and find that they are just weighing
anchor. It is tricky work getting a ship away from improvised piers.
The captain is the same Naval officer who used to command the _Whitby
Abbey_, which took me to Lemnos and back in July last. To-morrow night
will be his last trip to Gallipoli.
At last, after a lot of manœuvring, he shouts from the bridge “All
clear aft?” and a voice answers, “Aye, aye, sir,” then “Full steam
ahead,” and we swing round and head out to sea. I watch the lights on
shore gradually disappear. One I notice by VIII Corps H.Q., being at
the top of a post, flickers out and on as regularly as the ticking of a
clock. What it meant I don’t know. I have noticed it before during the
past few days. Asia fires to “V” Beach, and Achi sends a couple which
burst on the high ground at the back of “W” Beach. The lights and the
outskirts of the shore disappear. I still see the starlights sailing in
the darkness of the night. These soon disappear. For me the adventures
of Gallipoli are no longer realities, but bad memories, and I turn into
the wardroom to sleep.
_8 a.m._
We enter Mudros Harbour, chockfull of warships and transports, those on
board leaning over the side and watching us with interest.
Eight and a half months have passed since those days in April before
the landing, and the scenes are almost the same to-day. It seems eight
and a half years ago.
I go ashore and meet a friend at one of the Supply depots, who makes me
a guest of the mess. We have a cheery evening.
_January 9th._
We hear the good news that the evacuation went off splendidly. It was a
perfect day. The beaches were shelled as usual at intervals by day, but
our Monitors, destroyers and two cruisers kept their fire under. The
Turks apparently appeared to have expended their energies on the 7th,
and kept quiet. The programme followed at Suvla was followed at Helles.
At 6 p.m. the final stage of getting the men off was started, and they
were rapidly shipped immediately as they arrived at the forming-up
posts. The beaches were shelled fitfully, and casualties in consequence
occurred, but they can only be put down as normal casualties which have
been daily occurring through the enemy artillery activity.
The last parties in the line were got away by the same procedure as
was followed at Suvla, passing down the roads, their passage being
telephoned to the beaches by the officers on duty at the gates. So well
managed was it that it was found possible to get many troops off in
advance of the scheduled time of departure.
D.H.Q. embarked by motor-launch on to H.M.S. _Prince George_. An enemy
submarine was about and discharged a torpedo at the _Prince George_,
but by wonderful luck it failed to explode, but shook the ship from bow
to stern.
At 2.30 a.m. all men had gone; only animals were left and vehicles, and
I think some animals were left to fall into the Turks’ hands alive.
_January 10th._
Go on board the _Scotian_ with D.H.Q. 29th Division and part of the
29th Division.
_January 11th._
Leave Mudros Harbour at eight. Day fine, and comfortable boat. Troops
in good spirits. Boat drill at 10.30 a.m. Submarine lookout all round
ship. Boat drill at 4 p.m. Three spy prisoners on board—two Greeks and
one other. One Greek sitting in corner of deck telling his beads all
the time. The others walk up and down looking very serious. Serious
cases, and things look very black for them.
_January 12th._
Beautiful day. Zigzagging a lot to avoid submarines. Doing fifteen
knots. Steer east in morning towards Palestine. Afternoon, head for
Alexandria with a zigzagging course.
_January 13th._
Arrive Alexandria Harbour at six o’clock in the morning. Arabs come
on board and sell papers. Have a curiously delightful feeling of
homecoming. Alexandria seems just like home now, after all those months
in Gallipoli. Harbour full of troopships. Go into the town in the
afternoon. Delightful walking about the shops and civilization again.
Send cable home. Back on ship again for dinner.
_8.30 p.m._
Embark on troop train. Cattle trucks mostly. I sleep with Grant and
Firth, Divisional Signal Officer, in luggage van. Damned uncomfortable
journey.
_January 14th._
We arrive at a junction at 9 a.m., and hear that an engine is off
the line at the next station. Broken-down, dirty Arab village just
opposite, and an oasis. Nothing else but sandy desert. Wait all day
and have to wire for rations. New Zealand A.S.C. comes to our rescue
with supplies. Issue same to troops on our train and also to another
troop train behind us, with troops on board from Ypres. Troops amuse
themselves with football in the afternoon, much to the natives’
interest. Arab boys now and again join in, causing amusement. Eight
o’clock in the evening we get up a smoking concert on the side of
the line. I have been to some curious smoking concerts during the
war, but this one (now on) will live in my memory. Desert, moonlight,
troop trains lit up, a bit of a fire, and around, Tommies fresh from
Gallipoli enjoying the fun to the full. What a nation! We never had a
chance at Gallipoli. Let’s forget about it.
_10 p.m._
“God save the King” sung, and then off to bed!
_January 15th._
Woke up at twelve midnight; ration train arrives with rations for
to-morrow, in case we cannot get on.
_2 a.m._
Train ordered to move. Get up and load rations on to the train. Arrive
Suez 10 a.m., and go on to New Camp. For last hour I did a bit of
stoking on engine. Rather unique, stoking an engine in an Egyptian
desert. Arrive at a large camp, the largest that I have ever been into.
Tents everywhere, laid out in perfect order. Coolies, Arabs, and Hindus
unloading stores from trains, which arrive at frequent intervals on the
single line running through the camp.
EPILOGUE
_January 20th._
Finds me in camp with a tent to myself and things working smoothly;
everything, as far as humanly possible, is ready for any eventuality,
and the Turk, if he tries any tricks, will get his knuckles badly
rapped. The K.O.S.B.’s go by to the wild, inspiring strains of the
pipes. Everything is bustle—trains shunting, stores coming up, horsemen
and guns moving into position, and there is an air of expectancy over
everything. And so these random notes come to an end. I am back in camp
with the horrors of the Peninsula left behind me for ever. Of those who
sailed from England so lightheartedly in March, few are left, but those
that remain are attached to each other by invisible fetters. Those
strange months—dull and exciting, tragic and humorous, spent under the
eye of the enemy on an alien shore—form a common bond between us. All
of us now know the full meaning of Life, and all of us have walked,
not once, but many times, with Death on the grim Peninsula. We have
been beaten—not so much by the enemy as by climatic and geographical
conditions; but beaten we are, and nothing remains but to accept defeat
like sportsmen.
INDEX
“A” Battery, 256
“A” Beach, 205
A.S.C., difficulties of, 107, 130, 200, 311
_Abercrombie_, H.M.S., 146, 186
Achi Baba, 45, 58, 68, 72, 73, 77;
aeroplanes over, 79, 81, 83, 97;
shells on, 120, 158;
bombardment from, 179
Addison, killed, 48
Aeroplane, French, falls in sea, 130;
English, falls in sea, 177;
down on Salt Lake, 246
_Agamemnon_, H.M.S., attacked, 101
_Alaunia_, S.S., 169
_Albion_, H.M.S., 119
Alexandria, arrival at, 24;
German liners at, 25;
description of, 25;
in hospital at, 165;
return to, 323
Anafarta, 189, 204
_Anglo-Egyptian_, S.S., 168
Anzac, 187, 202;
strafe at, 241
_Aragon_, S.S., 26, 27, 161, 171, 298
_Arcadian_, S.S., 23, 27, 50, 60, 73
Armstrong, Captain, 264
Ashmead-Bartlett, 87
Asia, coast of, 70;
shelled from, 129;
heavy shelling from, 135
“Asiatic Annie,” 130, 131, 139
_Askold_, 28, 29, 31, 81, 126
_Aucania_, S.S., 29
Australians, 78, 79, 96, 156, 162, 204;
Engineers, 213
B9, H.M.S., visited, 116
B10, H.M.S., visited, 127
“B” Beach, 204
Bailey, Major, 273, 294
Baker, Sir Randolph, wounded, 244
Bakery, 102
Balfour, invalided, 177
Barlow, Major, 69;
wounded, 77
Baxter, Quartermaster, 224
Bayfield, Captain, 27
Beadon, Colonel, 55, 56, 59
Beckwith, Major, 132
Beetleheimer, 119
Birch, Lieutenant, 139
Birdwood, General, 315
Blackburn, Major, 199
Blizzard, the great, 272
Boomerang Fort, 146;
captured, 148
Bray, 209
Brock, 157
Bruce, Colonel, 165
Bruce’s Ravine, 197
Burnt Hill, 204;
taken and retaken, 211
Bush, Captain, 92;
killed, 122
Butler, Lieutenant, 220
Byng, General, 282
“C” Beach, 203;
badly shelled, 268
_Canopus_, H.M.S., 247, 261
Carrington-Smith, Colonel, 47, 48
Carver, 43, 54, 73, 75, 136, 212, 225
Castra, 220
Casualties, 156;
on beach, 242, 245
Cayley, Colonel, 129, 134;
Brigadier-General, 176;
narrow escape of, 242, 263, 274, 282
Chanak searchlight, 64
Chocolate Hill, 202, 204, 206, 211
Christmas Day, 307
Church Farm, 89, 91
“Clapham Junction,” 90, 145, 312
Collier, Major, 177;
leaves, 235
Cooke, joins, 235
Cooper, 38
Costaker, Major, killed, 47
Cox, 53, 165, 205
D’Amade, General, 26, 27, 50, 61, 80;
goes home, 95
Dardanelles, climate of, 17
Davidson, Lieutenant, 47
Davy, 55, 136
de Lisle, General, 191;
nearly hit, 264, 298
Dent, 125
Destroyers, Turkish, sunk, 96
De Tott’s Battery, 139
_Dongola_, S.S., 28, 35
Doran, General, 114, 117, 119;
returns to England, 129
Drabis, 288
Dublin Fusiliers, 29, 45, 97, 257
Duff, 79, 192
Dugout, on fire, 269
Edey, 173
Eighth Corps Gully, new camp at, 266
Eighty-eighth Brigade, 27, 74, 77, 206
Eighty-seventh Brigade, 67, 206
Eighty-sixth Brigade, 29, 77
Ekin, Colonel, 243
Elphinstone, Louis, 261
Enver Pasha, 253
Essex Regiment, 28, 30
Evans, Sergeant, 73, 75
Farmer, Captain, 149;
invalided, 177
Festin, Captain, 75
Findlay, 176
Flies, 102
Foley, Lieutenant, 38, 39, 43, 67, 136
Ford, Quartermaster, 55
Fraser, Major, 250
French battleship attacked, 106
Frew, R.A.M.C., 258
Fulford, 176
Fuller, Colonel, 243, 274
Furniture, 262
Gaba Tepe, Australians attacked at, 96, 202
Gale, heavy, 150, 249
Geddes, 191
Gee, Captain, 280
Geoffrey-Faussett, Colonel, killed, 68
Gibbon, Major, 43, 60, 192
Gibraltar Hill, 259
_Glory_, H.M.S., 242, 247
Gloucester Yeomanry, 203
_Goeben_, 123
Golden Horn, the, frozen, 20
_Goliath_, H.M.S., 81;
torpedoed, 84
Gostling, 47
Grant, 286
Gregory, 83, 95
Grogan, 55
Gully Beach, 98
Gun Hill, visited, 250
Gurkha Beach, 98
Gurkha Bluff, 95
Gurkhas, 69, 82, 83, 89, 95, 169, 204
Gwendy, killed, 173
Hadow, Captain, 213, 226;
Major, 237
Hamilton, Sir Ian, exhortation of, 29;
reported leaving, 248
Hampshire Regiment, 26, 45, 193
Harding, Quartermaster, 143
Haricot Redoubt, 139;
taken by French, 142
Helles, evacuation commenced, 314;
evacuated, 321
Horse of Troy, 33
Horton, Major, 136
Howard de Walden, Lord, 220, 242, 254, 255, 258, 293
Howell, wounded, 208
Hunt, joins, 259
Hunter-Weston, General, 30, 82
Huskisson, Major, 102, 136;
Colonel, 302
Hyslop, Captain, 78, 80, 94, 138
Imbros, 71;
beauty of, 104;
bombarded, 108;
go to, 217;
rides in, 219
_Implacable_, H.M.S., 35, 87, 119
Japanese bombs, 100
Jeans, Fleet Surgeon, 214, 239
Jennings, 96, 102
Jones, Sergeant, 224, 283;
killed, 303
Karakol Dagh, 253
King’s Own Scottish Borderers, 26, 51, 84, 197, 324
Kitchener, Lord, arrives, 265
Koe, Colonel, 51
Koebel, Captain, 169;
dies of wounds, 321
Krithia, 56;
bombarded, 73, 77, 89, 123, 151
Krithia Nullah, 90
Kum Kale, 81;
shelled from, 125
Lachard, joins, 232
Laird, 50, 102
Lala Baba, 202;
badly shelled, 268
Lancashire Fusiliers, 33, 36, 75, 78;
raid on, 90, 95, 126, 199
Lancashire Landing, 95
Lancashire Territorials, 77
“Lancaster Terrace,” 100
Lang, Major, 92
Lee, Major, 52;
killed, 67
Leith Walk, 312
Lemnos, arrival at, 26, 100;
invalided to, 159
Leslie, Quartermaster, 65
Lewington, Private, 218
Loce, Commander, 245
Lone Tree Gully, 212
_Lord Nelson_, H.M.S., 142
Lowland Division arrives, 150
Lucas, Major, 112
McDougall, Arthur, Lieutenant, 234, 245
McLoughlin, 287
_Majestic_, H.M.S., torpedoed, 105
Malta, 24
Manchester Regiment, 78
_Manitou_, S.S., attacked, 27
Marshall, Brigadier-General, 112
_Massena_, 301
Matthews, Captain, joins, 261;
leaves, 264
Mathias, Captain, 115
Meltem, 18
Middlesex Yeomanry, 118, 206
Milbanke, Sir John, killed, 209
Miller, 154
Milne, Captain, 78
Milward, Lieutenant, R.N., 31, 33, 34, 111, 132
Monro, 192
Moon, horse killed, 156
Moore, V.C., 194
Morris, Machine Gun Officer, 243, 250, 252;
ill, 263
Morto Bay, 81;
bathing at, 106
Mowatt, 74, 99
Mudros, 100
Mules, Indian, 76
Munro, General, 248;
arrives, 251
Munster Fusiliers, 29, 45, 71, 97, 199, 257
Napier, General, killed, 47
Neave, invalided, 177
_Neuralia_, hospital ship, 163
Neville, 168
Newfoundland Regiment joins, 231
New Zealanders, 74, 77, 156, 233
Nightingale, 191
North, 127
Notts and Derby Yeomanry, 206
O’Hara, Major, 39, 40, 41, 42, 51, 57, 59, 122, 177;
leaves, 255;
Colonel, 298
Owen, 49
Panaghia, 219
Panton, Captain, 27, 53, 176, 255
Parish, General, 80
Parker, Captain, 52
_Partridge_, S.S., 301
Patterson, Colonel, 45, 58
Pearson, Colonel, 277
_Peninsula Press_, 96
Percival, General, 225, 263, 293
Petro, 212
Phillips, Captain, 51, 54, 56, 96, 118;
tent shared with, 129, 136, 212;
wounded, 230
“Pimple,” the, 228;
shelled by Monitors, 263
Pink Farm, 54, 55, 56, 75, 89;
Brigade H.Q. near, 91, 122;
razed by shell fire, 153
Poole, 136
Prince Adil, yachting with, 168
_Prince George_, H.M.S., 81, 135, 228;
hit, 240, 242, 261, 322
Prosser, 122
Punjabis, 78, 79
_Queen Elizabeth_, H.M.S., 28, 77, 99
Rabbit Island, 192
_Raglan_, H.M.S., 186
Reave, 93
Reid, Captain, 27, 65;
killed, 67
Reid, Signal Officer, 243
Revel, killed, 140
Ritchie, 102
_River Clyde_, S.S., 29, 32, 33, 38, 47, 51, 93, 199, 301
Roberts, 92
Rochdale, Lord, 80
Royal Scots, 30, 34, 71, 110, 138;
badly cut up, 149
_Saint-Louis_, 119, 189
Salt Lake, 208
Samothrace, 220
Sari Bair, 202
Scorpions, 87
“Sea View,” 100
Sed-el-Bahr, 87;
French in, 97;
described, 98
_Seeang-Bee_, S.S., 168, 171
Senegalese, 82;
photographed, 97;
bathing, 114
Sharpshooters, 206
Sherwood Foresters, 206
Shorto, Major, 136, 183
Shuter, Captain, 167
_Sicilia_, hospital ship, 159
Sinclair-Thomson, Captain, 47
Smart, 116, 311
Smith, Quartermaster, 65, 251
Snakes, 87
South Lancashire Division, 102
South Wales Borderers, 87
_Southland_, S.S., 84, 298
Steel, Lieutenant, 34, 110;
death of, 149
Stoney, Captain, 47
Streidinger, Major, 44, 55
Submarine, visit to a French, 122
_Sudan_, hospital ship, 169
Suez, arrival at, 324
Suvla Bay, landing at, 188;
bad news from, 196;
embark for, 201, 202;
water difficulties at, 214;
view from, 216;
nature of country, 222;
arrangements for evacuation, 293;
evacuated, 296
_Swiftsure_, H.M.S., 77;
attacked, 101;
visit to, 214, 233;
narrow escape of, 236, 239, 261
_Talbot_, H.M.S., 146
Tenth Division, at Salonika, 248
Thirteenth Division, 162, 176
Thomson, 55, 65, 78, 91, 191
Torpedo caught, 133
Trafalgar Square, 182
Trenches, visit to first-line, 143
Tressider, Captain, killed, 149
_Triumph_, H.M.S., torpedoed, 101
Turkish wounded, 88
Turks, said to be starving, 116
Twelve Tree Wood, 149
Twenty-ninth Division, 102, 140;
push forward, 151, 156, 169
Unwin, Commander, 293
Usher, Captain, 119, 126;
killed, 136
“V” Beach, 32, 81;
Senegalese at, 82
Von Sanders, 96
“W” Beach, 32;
landing at, 35, 51, 62;
bathing at, 79, 81;
shelled, 94;
rejoin at, 173;
return to, 302
Walker, arrives, 242;
goes to hospital, 260
Warham, killed, 174
Warwick Yeomanry, 203, 206
Way, Captain, 43, 96, 136, 205;
effect on him of bullets, 241;
invalided, 260
Weatherall, 136, 160
Wedgwood, Josiah, M.P., 50
West Lowland Engineers C.O., killed, 141
“Whistling Rufus,” 238, 247, 252, 253
Whitburn, 38
_Whitby Abbey_, S.S., 159, 171, 221
White House, 77, 78
Williams, 117, 160
Williams, Colonel, 45, 55, 69, 78, 91;
wounded, 124
Wilson, Colonel, 138, 149
Wood, Captain, 112, 188, 201;
Major, 235;
killed, 254, 257
Worcester Regiment, 28, 123, 233
Worcester Yeomanry, 203, 206
“X” Beach, 87th Brigade depot at, 67, 81;
road to, 127
Yen-i-Shehr, 81
Yeomanry in action, 206
Zion Mule Corps, 45
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Transcriber’s Note (continued)
Errors in punctuation have been corrected. Inconsistencies in spelling,
grammar, capitalisation, and hyphenation are as they appear in the
original publication except where noted below:
Page 9 – “echanical” changed to “mechanical” (mechanical transport)
Page 23 – “bauled” changed to “bawled” (bawled by enthusiastic soldiers)
Page 31 – “in-shore” changed to “inshore” (hundred yards inshore)
Page 47 – “halfway” changed to “half-way” (holes half-way up her side)
Page 78 – “Colonel Williams Thomson and” changed to “Colonel Williams,
Thomson and” (I find Colonel Williams, Thomson and our new
Brigade Major.)
Page 97 – “two” changed to “too” (too small or too insignificant for
them)
Page 126 – “landed out” changed to “lashed out” (Way’s horse lashed out)
Page 140 – “moral” changed to “morale” (the morale of the enemy)