_Sunday, January 10th._--Woke up at Bailleul, sun shining for once, and everything--floods and all--looking lovely all the way down. Loaded up early and got down to B. by 4 P.M. to hear that we are to go on to Rouen--another all-night touch. We have put off the fourteen worst cases at B., and are now on our way to R. This is the first time we have shipped Canadians, P.P.C.L.I., the only regiment as yet in the fighting line. They are oldish men who have nearly all seen service before, many in South Africa. Lots more wounded this time. Some S.L.I. got badly caught in a wood; they've just come from India. When I took the Devonshire toffee round, a little doubtful whether the H.A.C.'s would not be too grand for it, one of them started up, "Oh, by George, not really!" We have a boy on board with no wound and no disease, but quite mad, poor boy; he has to have a special orderly on him. _Monday morning, January 11th, Rouen._--The approach to Rouen at six o'clock on a pitch-dark, wet, and starlight morning, with the lights twinkling on the hills and on the river, and in the old wet streets, is a beautiful sight. My mad boy has been very quiet all night. _Tuesday, January 12th._--At S. all day. By some mistake it hasn't rained all day, so we took the opportunity to get on with painting the train. We worked all the morning and afternoon and got a lot done, and it looks very smart: huge red crosses on white squares in the middle of each coach, and the number of the ward in figures a foot long at each end: this on both sides of the coaches. We have done not quite half the coaches, and are praying that it won't rain before it dries; if it does, the result is pitiable. The orderlies have been shining up the brass rails and paraffining the outside of the train, and have also played and won a football match against No. 1 A.T. _Wednesday, January 13th._--Woke at Abbeville; now on the way to Boulogne, where I hope we shall have time to get mails. 5 P.M.--We went through Boulogne without stopping, and got no mails in consequence; nor could we pick up P., who has been on ninety-six hours' leave. We have been on the move practically without stopping since 11 P.M. last night, and are just getting to Bethune, the place we went to two days after Christmas, where we were quite near the guns, and went over the Cl. H. which had been shelled. Expect to take wounded up here. The country is wetter than ever--it looks one vast swamp. Of course the rain has spoilt our lovely paint!