Meanwhile we were being shelled from a spot which we could not locate for some time, then we learned that the firing came from a fort on the left of the village which was known as Port Arthur. We were in the direct line of fire from it, and our position became very uncomfortable. The Germans who were in Port Arthur were a plucky and stubborn lot, for they refused to surrender when they were asked to do so, and declared that they would not cave in either for British or French or Russians. That showed a fine and right spirit, but at last these chaps had to stop, because our gunners got two or three “Little Harrys” into Port Arthur, and it came tumbling down about the defenders’ ears. It was now dark, past nine o’clock, and it seemed that the enemy was a long time making up his mind to attack us; but at about twenty minutes past the hour they began firing with their artillery. The very first shell they sent came right into my two sections of trenches, and killed one man and wounded half-a-dozen of us, including myself. The poor fellow who was killed had his head completely taken off his shoulders. I helped to bandage the other five before I troubled about myself. Then I looked around again and found that the Germans were well into the night attack; but they never got within fifty yards of our trenches. What happened after that I am not able to tell you. I was sent to the field ambulance to have my wounds dressed, then I learned that I had got two shrapnel bullets in me, one in the left thigh and one on the other side, to keep it company. In the ambulance train I went to Béthune, then on to Boulogne, then, on a Sunday afternoon--the 14th of March--I landed at an English Channel port and once again had experience of the care and kindness of friends and nurses in the hospitals at home. For the second time I had been sent home wounded from the front. I was proud enough when I felt that I had tried to do my duty in the glorious rearguard fighting after Mons and in the battles of the Marne and Aisne; but I was prouder still to know that I had shared in the victory of Neuve Chapelle, in which we got our own back, with a lot of interest, from some of the finest troops of Germany. THE END PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED, BRUNSWICK ST., STAMFORD ST., S.E., AND BUNGAY SUFFOLK. * * * * * A SELECTION FROM CHAPMAN & HALL’S NEW BOOKS J. L. GARVIN THE COMING of the GREAT WAR By J. L. GARVIN, Editor of the _Pall Mall Gazette_. Demy 8vo. 7_s._ 6_d._ net. J. JOHNSTON ABRAHAM THE RED CROSS IN SERBIA By J. JOHNSTON ABRAHAM, Author of “The Surgeon’s Log.” Demy 8vo. 6_s._ net. CECIL CHESTERTON THE PRUSSIAN HATH SAID IN HIS HEART