day for the born leader. Having no precise information as
to where the pursuit should end and a defensive line made, many pushed
right on with a courage that was amazing.

One group was caught in a gully and decimated; others, who pushed
almost across the Peninsula, were either killed, wounded, or captured.
The remainder, realising the need of consolidating into a general line,
came back to the main body. With their entrenching tools they dug
holes in the ground, and from behind these little mounds of earth they
kept up a steady fire. Without rations, without water--and, at times,
without ammunition--they patiently hung on.

All this, too, in a sweltering heat and in the centre of a terrific
bombardment. It was the greatest trial any force could have
experienced. The Australians exceeded all expectations.

"They're coming back again," said an officer late that afternoon.

Sure enough, there was the Turkish host. Rapid fire wiped many out;
still on they came right up to the line. The Australians charged. And
all day it was charge and counter-charge. Officers have seldom
displayed the tenacity and courage of these Australians' leaders. They
played the game as well as the scions of Eton and other historic
schools. And then God, in His mercy, sent down the fall of night.
This hid the shambles, gave ease to the wounded and dying, and allowed
the living to snatch a drink and bite.

But none were idle. On their knees, on their backs, on their sides,
they had to dig in, for the fire was still deadly and many were being
killed and wounded. The sailors worked like Trojans, bringing rations,
ammunition, and reserves ashore. Thanks to them, the gunners, and the
untiring zeal of the Staff, the line next day was fairly well
established.

The landing was complete; they had achieved what the Germans had
advertised as the impossible. Australians have, therefore, every right
to feel proud. And all Britishers ought to feel proud of them too.

* * * * *

"Well, boys--how's things?" asked Colonel Killem, one day, when
visiting his men in the trenches.

"A1 at Lloyd's, colonel. But I reckon we ought to pull old Johnny
Turk's leg."

"How?"

"Play tricks on him. Give a cheer an' kid we're going to charge.
They'll fire every bally round they've got."

"Good idea, Buster--good idea! We'll do that to-night."

About 8 P.M. that night the whole front line fixed bayonets and showed
them