The _réveille_ which wakened you at dawn was hard to place in the first few moments of semi-consciousness. "Am I dreaming? Back in camp at Melbourne?" The flood of consciousness sweeps off that sweet delusion--however sweet this island of rest may be.... A woman's voice draws you blinking to the tent door--"_Vashung! Vashung!_" It has a Teutonic gerundial flavour. But it's only the Greek ladies soliciting in the mist the soiled garments of soldiers. They move about the camp until the sun is well transmuted from that dull-glowing ball into the mist-dispelling Day's-Eye, stripping the whole landscape down into stony detail and making those volcanic peaks in the north to glow. Before breakfast is well on the women have amassed their huge bundles, and the 'cute Greek boys, in pantaloons and soldiers' cast-off tunics, have sold you a day's store of oranges and chocolate. The days are easy. We know we shall move to Egypt (or "elsewhere") incontinently, and will take the leisure the war-gods provide us while we may. Only the fatigues necessary to camp cleanliness and to eating mar the day. Most of it is spent lounging, reading, smoking, yarning reminiscently of Anzac, and scrambling. Write letters we may not at this stage. The general order prohibiting letters dealing with the evacuation and with movements of troops either known or surmised has never been revoked; and has been reinforced by a prohibition against correspondence of any sort--except upon field-service cards--those "printed abominations" for which correspondents at home "thank you very much indeed for sending me." "What'll we do to-day? Go to the village or to Therma or to the stationary hospital?--to the Greek church or the monastery?--or on a voyage of discovery nowhere in particular?--or just have a loaf?--or go and see if there's any mail in?" The Australian general hospitals claimed a high average of visits from those men who made friends there. They lay across the water. The Greek ferry-men transported passengers in their gaily coloured craft for as much as they could get. A fare was "laid down," but the Greek is as inveterate a bargainer as your Egyptian, and the Australian's hobby is to elude a fleecing. So that the burden of the conversation on the way over lay mostly upon fares, conducted in as good Grammar-School Greek as could be resurrected: which was not very good. But the cardinal numerals were all that was really necessary: gesture and other physical complementaries did the rest.