took him on his shoulders and carried him to the German trench.  The firing ceased.  Both sides watched the act with wonder.  Then the Commander in the German trench came forward, took from his own bosom the Iron Cross, and pinned it on the breast of the British officer.  Such an episode is true to the holiest ideals of chivalry; and it is all the more welcome because the German record is stained by so many acts of barbarism, which the world cannot forgive.

This magnanimous attitude toward the enemy is very apparent in these letters.  The man whose mind is filled with great ideals of sacrifice and duty has no room for the narrowness of hate.  He can pity a foe whose sufferings exceed his own, and the more so because he knows that his foe is doomed.  The British troops do know this to-day by many infallible signs.  In the early days of the war untrained men, poorly equipped with guns, were pitted against the best trained troops in Europe.  The first Canadian armies were sacrificed, as was that immortal army of Imperial troops who saved the day at Mons. The Canadians often perished in that early fighting by the excess of their own reckless bravery.  They are still the most daring fighters in the British army, but they have profited by the hard discipline of the past.  They know now that they have not only the will to conquer, but the means of conquest.  Their, artillery has become conspicuous for its efficiency.  It is the ceaseless artillery fire which has turned the issue of the war for the British forces.  The work of the infantry is beyond praise.  They “go over the top” with superb courage, and all who have seen them are ready to say with my son, “I’m hats off to the infantry.”  And in this final efficiency, surpassing all that could have been thought possible in the earlier stages of the war, the British forces read the clear augury of victory.  The war will be won by the Allied armies; not only because they fight for the better cause, which counts for much, in spite of Napoleon’s cynical saying that “God is on the side of the strongest battalions”; but because at last they have superiority in equipment, discipline and efficiency.  Upon that shell-torn Western front, amid the mud and carnage of the Somme, there has been slowly forged the weapon which will drive the Teuton enemy across the Rhine, and give back to Europe and the world unhindered liberty and enduring peace.

W.J.  Dawson.

March, 1917.

THE LETTERS

In order to make some of the allusions in these letters clear I will set down briefly the circumstances which explain them, and supply a narrative link where it may be required.

I have already mentioned the Military Camp at Petewawa, on the Ottawa river.  The Camp is situated about seven miles from Pembroke.  The Ottawa river is at this point a beautiful lake.  Immediately opposite the Camp is a little summer hotel of the simplest description.  It was at this hotel that my wife, my daughter, and myself stayed in the early days of July, 1916.