Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team AT SUVLA BAY Being The Notes And Sketches Of Scenes, Characters And Adventures Of The Dardanelles Campaign By John Hargrave (“White Fox” of “The Scout “) While Serving With The 32nd Field Ambulance, X Division, Mediterranean Expeditionary Force, During The Great War To MINOBI We played at Ali Baba, On a green linoleum floor; Now we camp near Lala Baba, By the blue Aegean shore. We sailed the good ship Argus, Behind the studio door; Now we try to play at “Heroes” By the blue Aegean shore. We played at lonely Crusoe, In a pink print pinafore; Now we live like lonely Crusoe, By the blue Aegean shore. We used to call for “Mummy,” In nursery days of yore; And still we dream of Mother, By the blue Aegean shore. While you are having holidays, With hikes and camps galore; We are patching sick and wounded, By the blue Aegean shore. J. H. Salt Lake Dug-out, September 12th, 1915. (Under shell-fire.) TURKISH WORDS Sirt--summit. Dargh--mountain. Bair or bahir--spur. Burnu--cape. Dere--valley or stream. Tepe--hill. Geul--lake. Chesheme--spring. Kuyu--well. Kuchuk--small. Tekke--Moslem shrine. Ova--plain. Liman--bay or harbour. Skala--landing-place. Biyuk--great. CONTENTS CHAPTER I. IN WHICH MY KING AND COUNTRY NEED ME II. A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY III. SNARED IV. CHARACTERS V. I HEAR OF HAWK VI. ON THE MOVE VII. MEDITERRANEAN NIGHTS VIII. THE CITY OF WONDERFUL COLOUR IX. MAROONED ON LEMNOS ISLAND X. THE NEW LANDING XI. THE KAPANJA SIRT XII. THE SNIPER-HUNT XIII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE WHITE PACK-MULE XIV. THE SNIPER OF PEAR-TREE GULLY XV. KANGAROO BEACH XVI. THE ADVENTURE OF THE LOST SQUADS XVII. “OH, TO BE IN ENGLAND!” XVIII. TWO MEN RETURN XIX. THE RETREAT XX. “JHILL-O! JOHNNIE!” XXI. SILVER BAY XXII. DUG-OUT YARNS XXIII. THE WISDOM OF FATHER S---- XXIV. THE SHARP-SHOOTERS XXV. A SCOUT AT SULVA BAY XXVI. THE BUSH-FIRES XXVII. THE DEPARTUR XXVIII. LOOKING BACK AT SUVLA BAY CHAPTER I. IN WHICH MY KING AND COUNTRY NEED ME I left the office of The Scout, 28 Maiden Lane, W.C., on September 8th, 1914, took leave of the editor and the staff, said farewell to my little camp in the beech-woods of Buckinghamshire and to my woodcraft scouts, bade good-bye to my father, and went off to enlist in the Royal Army Medical Corps. I made my way to the Marylebone recruiting office, and after waiting about for hours, I went at last upstairs and “stripped out” with a lot of other men for the medical examination.