27 MARCH 1915, Page 10

liV E were In the Wotivre, in the heart of a

forest. The enemy bad decided to make a bold dash for our mitraillenses, which had made such havoc in theirranks daring their attacks on our trenches. At eleven o'clock—the night was pitch dark—the Germane, thinking to purprise us, bad sent forward two companies with fixed bayonets; but, although they moved almoat noiselesaly, the keen ears of my Colonials had detected them, and they were on the alert trying to pierce the darkness, when suddenly the Germane appeared marching elbow to elbow in fine battle trim, as if on the parade ground, and as visible as the sun at noon! They had intended to light us up with magnesium while they remained in darkness. Unfortunately for them, they bad bungled, and the light fell vertically on their ranks, making them a target on the dark background of the forest. It did not last long; in two or three minutes my guns Lad sent them such a deluge of bullets that they faded away like a dream. At dawn we counted two hundred and eighty corpses on the high ground.

A Lieutenant lay on his back, his wide-open eyes staring at the sky, with a smell hole in his forehead; beside him a magnificent sheep-dog was painfully balancing himself on three legs and whining softly; he seemed to have forgotten the pain of his own broken leg, for from time to time be licked the wound which had killed his master. It was strange, but the sight of all these dead bodies plunged in their eternal sleep made less impression on me than this poor dumb brute who bad been wounded in his faithful, loving dog's heart. They had only got what they deserved; but he was sorely innocent, and all my sympathy went out to Lim in his grief. I expressed my pity in his own language, thin respecting an enemy who was worthy of my esteem, for although innocent he was an enemy, being in German servioe t In vain did I repeat the most amiable things in German; he looked at me sideways, and I seemed to hear a most discouraging deep growl. So I gave it up, and ordered my men to bury the body. This, however, was not so easy, for the dog threatened them when they attempted to tench his master. So I bad to use other means, like a common "dog-catcher." I threw a lasso, and a moment later, well muzzled, he witnessed his master's burial. Of course such proceedings were hardly chivalrous, but I bad no other choice, and my intentions were pure.

After the sad task was over I picked up the officer's helmet and sword, making my prisoner smell them, and politely asking him to accompany me to my forest home. He

consented! No doubt because these things had belonged to his beloved master, he was not entirely cut off from him, and as he no longer could be with him, well—here goes I and he limped along, allowing me to lead him. My bedroom is relatively comfortable, for it has two beds—two wooden boxes filled with straw!—one for me, the other for a friend. With a hospitable wave of my hand I pointed to the vacant bed. Had the emotions of this tragic night weakened his powerful resistance, or did he begin to realize that I meant well P Whichever it was, he got into the bed without delay. I laid the helmet and sword beside him, and murmuring the moat tender German words, I passed my hand gently over his head and back. Behold! be gratefully wagged his tail! It is impossible to make a mistake. A dog has a hundred ways of holding and wagging his tail. This time there was no doubt that my prisoner wished to make peace. He raised his eyes towards me ; all their former hate and fury bad died away, and now they said " You are good. YOH have given me these precious relies of him who is no more. Do not be afraid. Take off my muzzle. I no longer hate you!" So I undid it and gave him some water. He took it ; probably his wound had made him feverish, and I was almost remorseful for having waited so long. The veterinary who looked after our mules saw to his leg and pat it up in splints, which did not prevent the patient from jumping out of his bed and inspecting his new home. A little later I brought him a large bowl of soup, which he took with rapture. I added some delicacies which had just come from the station—there are none an good at Frankfort. And now to bed! He obediently went back to his straw and fell asleep under my caresses.

Since that day we are one for life and death. We are as inseparable as the Siamese twins ; he never leaves me for a moment, following use like my shadow, wheal go out at meals, even on to the battlefield. What a sweet companion I My days are divided between him and Zoe—Zoe is my pipe. They make the long night watches in the silent forest less lonely. I am going to teach him French, and some day I mean to ask him to be naturalized. You will see that he will say "Yes."