January 3.--Snow had, after three weeks on the ground beneath the hardening influence of a temperature several degrees below zero, evolved into a surface upon which a constant steady balance demanded no little skill. Marching encumbered with a full pack, clumsy Army-shod feet, one arm only free for a much hampered swing, increased the difficulties of maintaining a secure foothold. (Full pack: A conglomeration of articles intended in normal ages to be transported by two mules, but under the influence of advanced civilisation strapped on the back of one man, in addition to a rifle, half a dozen Mills' bombs, a Lewis-gun, spade or shovel, sheet of corrugated iron, or any other article that can be somewhere hung upon him). Weariness, fed-upity, after many miles had been laboriously reeled off, was a factor in slackening vigilance on the semi-ice, many painful falls resulting--to fall with a pack produces a situation resembling a beetle on its back. Stumpy pulled someone out of a snowdrift--then he fell into one himself, unnoticed. He caught the Battalion up at the halt. "Oh, 'ell," he shouted indignantly, "I might a' died for all you bloomin' well cared." "Why, wot's up?" "Up? I fell into a bloomin' drift." "Oh, an' wot the 'ell d'you do that for?" "Do it for. Why, why...!" The crowd about him grinned. "P'raps 'e saw 'is ole woman comin 'along the road." "'E saw the bloomin' captain drop a 'skate' (fag-end) down an' went after it." "That's the way 'e 'as 'is weekly wash." "He was playin' snowballs with 'is bloomin' self." The command to "fall in" dropped the curtain. In the grey of dusk the shadowy column marched into Leulene. The Ten Hundred, after an eleven days' "rest" in the icy grip of a winter's wind that clung to Leulene unabating throughout the period, marched away and entrained upon their first portion of journey front-linewards. Cattle-trucks provide ample novelty, aroma and draughts. Refuse covering the floor is swept by the occupants into a corner heap, but someone has to sleep on it. An open space between a sliding door can comfortably accommodate two with legs dangling over, but invariably has four or more hunched-up, jumbled khaki figures. These trains never hurry: always twist and turn and double back half-a-dozen times in journeyings from one point to another. Jolting and jarring is unnoticed--you are past noticing anything after the first hour! Officers have usually the luxury of railway carriages, but the private-- Privates: Individuals who form the large proportion of a Battalion. Their salient duties embrace shining buttons, carrying up officers' rations, dodging parades, scrubbing out sergeants' and officers' mess, squad drill, guards, and C.B., picking up paper near the billets, grousing and growing thin on short rations--during spare moments they are used for fighting.