he wire. I came to a poor fellow (p. 315)
who had been lying there since the previous night with a smashed arm
and leg. He was in great pain, but the men got him in safely, and the
next time I saw him was in a Toronto hospital where he was walking
about with a wooden leg, and his arm in a sling. I went down to an
outpost where I saw some men. We could only talk in whispers, as we
knew the Germans were close at hand. They told me they were one of the
companies of the 10th Battalion. I asked, "Where are your officers?"
They said, "They are all gone." "Who is in command?" They replied, "A
Lance-Corporal." I rejoined the bearers and we had great difficulty in
getting back, as we could not find the gap in the wire, which seemed
to go in all directions.

The 10th Battalion was relieved that night by the 8th, the C.O. of
which made his headquarters with the C.O. of the 5th Battalion in a
large dugout by the sunken road. There, late at night, I shared a
bunk with a young machine-gun officer and had a few hours of somewhat
disturbed sleep. The next morning, Sunday, September the 29th, the
fourth anniversary of our sailing from Quebec, our men were having a
hard time. The German defence at Cambrai was most determined, and they
had a large quantity of artillery in the neighbourhood. I went back to
the road and into the trench beyond the wire and found a lot of men
there. The parapet was so low that the men had dug what they called,
"Funk holes" in the clay, where they put as much of their bodies as
they could. Sitting in a bend of the trench where I got a good view of
the men, I had a service for them, and, as it was that festival, I
read out the epistle for St. Michael and All Angel's Day, and spoke of
the guardianship of men which God had committed to the Heavenly Hosts.
Going down the trench later on, I came to a place from which I could
see, with my glasses, a German machine-gun emplacement and its crew. I
went back and asked for a sniper. A man who said he was one came up to
me and I showed him the enemy and then directed his fire. I could see
from little puffs of dust where his bullets were landing. He was a
good shot and I think must have done some damage, for all of a sudden
the machine-gun opened fire on us and we had to dive into the trench
pretty quickly. I told him that I thought we had better give up the
game as they had the advantage over us. To snipe at the enemy seemed
to be a curious way to spend a Sunday afterno