I had a treat this afternoon. I went to the Church of this town,
which is quite a large building with coloured glass windows. Many
candles were burning at the Altars and Shrines, the sun was shining
on the coloured lights, and the organ was being played. Oh, what a
sound it is to hear in the midst of such surroundings after six weeks
of silence! The louder it swells, the higher it lifts you through
heights that are limitless in the grandeur of their feeling....
To-night I can hear the Church chimes striking 9.30, and what a
strange sound it is to the accompaniment of the crack, crack of the
rifles as they go off, not many miles away, but quite distinct in the
stillness.
It was some weeks before they had their real Baptism of Fire. The
story of that also must be told in Captain Lusk's own words:--
10.45 p.m., MONDAY NIGHT,