Produced by Suzanne Shell, Steven desJardins, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) NOTES OF A CAMP-FOLLOWER ON THE WESTERN FRONT BY E. W. HORNUNG LONDON CONSTABLE & COMPANY, LTD. 1919 To THE KINDEST MAN IN THE BOOK CONTENTS PAGE AN ARK IN THE MUD 11 UNDER WAY 11 A HANDFUL OF MEN 20 SUNDAY ON BOARD 29 CHRISTMAS UP THE LINE 39 UNDER FIRE 39 CASUALTIES 45 AN INTERRUPTED LUNCH 53 CHRISTMAS DAY 57 THE BABES IN THE TRENCHES 71 DETAILS 79 ORDERLY MEN 79 THE JOCKS 89 GUNNERS 102 THE GUARDS 110 A BOY'S GRAVE 121 THE REST HUT 141 FRESH GROUND 141 OPENING DAY 152 THE HUT IN BEING 160 WRITERS AND READERS 170 WAR AND THE MAN 182 'WE FALL TO RISE' 193 BEFORE THE STORM 193 ANOTHER OPENING DAY 201 THE END OF A BEGINNING 210 THE ROAD BACK 221 IN THE DAY OF BATTLE 228 OTHER OLD FELLOWS 238 THE REST CAMP--AND AFTER 247 AN ARK IN THE MUD (_December, 1917._) UNDER WAY 'There's our hut!' said the young hut-leader, pointing through iron palings at a couple of toy Noah's Arks built large. 'No--that's the _nth_ Division's cinema. The Y.M.C.A. is the one beyond.' The enclosure behind the palings had been a parade-ground in piping times; and British squads, from the pink French barracks outside the gates, still drilled there between banks of sterilised rubbish and lagoons of unmedicated mud. The place was to become familiar to me under many aspects. I have known it more than presentable in a clean suit of snow, and really picturesque with a sharp moon cocked upon some towering trees, as yet strangely intact. It was at its best, perhaps, as a nocturne pricked out by a swarm of electric torches, going and coming along the duck-boards in a grand chain of sparks and flashes. But its true colours were the wet browns and drabs of that first glimpse in the December dusk, with the Ark hull down in the mud, and the cinema a sister ship across her bows.