not difficult to pick up, for there were many flares burning to enable working parties to repair engines, rolling stock, and permanent way.  We got on to the road ultimately, carrying more mud on our feet than I imagined human legs could lift.  Leaving a driver and all spare gear at the station, we thrashed our way along a road metalled with a soft, friable limestone which had been cut into by the iron-shod wheels of German lorries until the ruts were fully a foot deep, and the soft earth foundation was oozing through to the surface.  It was desperately hard to steer a course on this treacherous highway, and a number of lorries we passed had gone temporarily out of action in ditches.  The Germans with the Turks had blown up most of the culverts, and the road bridges which had been destroyed had only been lightly repaired with planks and trestles, no safety rails being in position.  To negotiate these dangerous paths in the dark the driver had to put on all possible speed and make a dash for it, and he usually got to the other side before a skid became serious.  Most of the lorry drivers put out no light because they thought no car would be able to move on such a night, and we had several narrow escapes of finishing our career on a half-sunken supply motor vehicle.

Reinforcements for infantry battalions moved up the road as we came down it.  They were going to the front to take the place of casualties, for weather and mud are not considered when bayonets are wanted in the line.  So the stolid British infantryman splashed and slipped his way towards the enemy, and he would probably have been sleeping that night if there had not been a risk of his drowning in the mud.  The Camel Transport Corps fought the elements with a courage which deserved better luck.  The camel dislikes many things and is afraid of some.  But if he is capable of thinking at all he regards mud as his greatest enemy.  He cannot stand up in it, and if he slips he has not an understanding capable of realising that if all his feet do not go the same way he must spread-eagle and split up.  This is what often happens, but if by good luck a camel should go down sideways he seems quite content to stay there, and he is so refractory that he prefers to die rather than help himself to his feet again.  On this wild night I had a good opportunity of seeing white officers encourage the Egyptian boys in the Camel Transport Corps.  At Julis the roadway passes through the village.  There was an ambulance column in difficulties in the village, and while some cars were being extricated a camel supply column came up in the opposite direction.  The camels liked neither the headlights nor the running engines, and these had to be made dark and silent before they would pass.  The water was running over the roadway several inches deep, carrying with it a mass of garbage and filth which only Arab villagers would tolerate.  Officers and Gyppies coaxed and wheedled the stubborn beasts through Julis, but outside