_Friday._--Revelly 'arf 'our earlier this morning, as we 'ad a longish march to do. Precious 'ot it were, too, an' we were main glad to get a rest before beginning operations. Don't know what we was supposed to be doin', but we got posted on the side of an 'ill where we could 'ave seen everything as was goin' on, but d'rectly you gets up to 'ave a look some one starts bellerin', "Lie down there!" till we all got the bloomin' 'ump. After a bit they takes us back the way we come and we lay down again, then they advances us up the 'ill again; then they shifts us about all over the shop, backerds an' forrards, till we didn't know where we was. At last a off'cer comes galloping over to our Colonel and they seemed to be 'avin' a few words, and we advances an' 'alts, advances an' 'alts, for about a hour an' a 'arf, an' then just as we was getting up to the firing line an' thinkin' this was a bit of all right at last, the bugles go, "Cease fire." "Taint fair," ses Dick Jennings; "let's shoot the bloomin' humpire." Getting back to camp were a bit thick, 'ow we did it without fallin' out I don't know. No one who aint done it theirselves knows wot marchin' ten mile in fours on a road two inches deep in dust is like; yer rifle weighs about a ton, an' yer water's gone at the first 'alt. The bloomin' band as ought to 'ave met us an' played us 'ome, went an' lost itself, an' never showed up till we was almost back to camp. Colonel 'e's give out as every man is to 'ave a hextra pint issued to 'im. I 'ad three more on my own; 'ad a bit of a sing-song in the evenin', but we was too tired to do much. * * * * * _Saturday._--Regular scrimmage striking tents an' getting blankets an' baggage together, but got it done some'ow--a regular nigger drivin' sort of job. Felt quite sorry when we fell in on p'rade for the last time. Camp's stiffish work an' everybody grumbles, but it aint bad fun on the whole; an' after all a chap as 'as been to camp is worth half-a-dozen as 'asn't, you learns things there that you can't learn nohow else, no matter 'ow clever you are. [Illustration] [Illustration: Outposts. Both the sentry and the group indulge in a little "Nap."] [Illustration: BLANK CARTRIDGES] What the service would be without the Junior Subaltern the Junior Subaltern cannot imagine. * * * * * Do not anathematize the genius who formulates the Regulations. He is quite right, if you could but understand him. * * * * * Gun practice with obsolete weapons is instructive. One cannot know too much of the history of one's country. * * * * * A sealed pattern at the War Office is something different from the kit you have just purchased. [Illustration: At Last! Private Jones having contrived to sit upon his bayonet, the various ambulances and bearer sections get a look in.]