"Then what can I do for you, all you Big Steamers, Oh, what can I do for your comfort and good?" "Send out your big warships to watch your big waters, That no one may stop us from bringing you food. "_For the bread that you eat and the biscuits you nibble, The sweets that you suck and the joints that you carve, They are brought to you daily by all us Big Steamers, And if any one hinders our coming you'll starve!_" Copyright in the U.S.A. by Rudyard Kipling. [Illustration] [Illustration: Big Steamers _Painted for Princess Mary's Gift Book by Norman Wilkinson, R.I._ [Illustration] A TRUE STORY FROM CAMP BY THE BISHOP OF LONDON _Drawings by_ JOSEPH SIMPSON, R.B.A. YOU boys and girls must picture a huge common, and four groups of khaki-clad soldiers standing at attention in different parts of it. They are about to be reviewed by the Commander-in-Chief of the Home Forces. The men had given up a great deal to come and join the Territorial Forces, but it had not yet thoroughly dawned on them any more than on the rest of England, how great was the crisis, and none of the battalions had come out in sufficient strength to be sent out on foreign service. The inspection by the great General took a long time, and when the order came for rank after rank to lie down, they did so with obvious relief. At last the inspection was over, and all the battalions were asked to converge on one point. At this point a waggon was placed, and all the five thousand men lay down round it, the Generals and their staffs lying behind it. It was a fine sight from the waggon to see those five thousand fine fellows lying there in the light of the setting sun, but was it possible to rouse them to see the country's urgent need? I began by painting the beauty and the glory of England, the loveliest place in the world, for you may go all over the world, children, and you will never find anything so glorious or welcome on your return as the white cliffs of Dover, and the railway run through the hop gardens of Kent. [Illustration] But what touched them most was the thought of what England stood for in the life of the world. It always has been, and always will be, the _Home of Freedom_. Let a slave once reach a British man-of-war--he is free. Britannia's daughters are rallying to her now because she has given them _Freedom_, for they see that she is the champion in this war of the Freedom of the World against a universal Tyranny. Then I turned to what they themselves owed to England, their homes, their faith, their security to work, their happy friendships, and their love of wife, mother, and children. What they had not realised up to now was that _all this was in deadly peril for the first time for a hundred years_! One mistake of our Fleets, one crushing defeat in France, and the foe would be upon us; the fate of Belgium would be the fate of England!