FRIDAY, MARCH 26, 1915.

I sent off my letter to you to-day, and now it is 7 o'clock and we

are ready for our evening meal. We have moved into new quarters

since morning, but not far away from yesterday's billets. There are

eight officers at Battalion Headquarters. They are the Colonel,

Major Shaw, the Adjutant, Dr. London, Lieutenant Hamilton

(Quartermaster), Captain Lawrie (Machine Gun Officer), the

Interpreter and myself. We sleep on the floors of different rooms of

an empty house and take meals at a round table that just holds eight.

Thus far we are most fortunate, but I suppose we must look for many

changes. We have candle light only, and our candlesticks are usually

empty bottles. The water throughout the whole countryside is not

considered safe to drink without boiling, and it is best to filter it

and then boil it. The troops drink a great deal of tea, and no doubt

this accounts for the absence of illness that would otherwise have

resulted if the water had been drunk unboiled. The country is

painfully flat, and everywhere along both sides of the roads there

are ditches with stagnant water in them, but I suppose the open air

life of the people counteracts these unwholesome influences ... The

weather has stopped raining, and my transport field is beginning to

dry up. I had a hot bath to-day--my first bath of any kind since

leaving Falkirk. It was down in the basement of a disused brewery,

and two big zinc baths had been arranged on a concrete floor, and a

hose pipe led into it from a big boiler above. The place is now used

as a laundry for washing the clothes of the troops, so I put on a

complete change of raiment and felt much refreshed.

P.S.--_Sabbath Forenoon_. We have just had a short voluntary Service

in a billet that was a school. The Colonel read some portions of the

Prayer Book and a Lesson, and we sang the 100th Psalm to Old Hundred,

and 'O God of Bethel' to Salzburg. There was no instrument of any

kind available, so I had to raise the tunes myself. We all had our

caps off, and the men sang well. To-day is dry but very cold. I

have many people to thank for letters, but hope to do it through

time. I am very well, and hungry for every meal.

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