“’Next morning I was up early, and got things fixed up nicely.  At eight o’clock one man came rather sheepishly—­a young chap I’d seen the day before—­and I waited for some five minutes more.  Then I began.  About the Creed, Harold came in, and so we finished the service.  Neither of them seemed to know the responses at all, and I don’t think I have ever felt more miserable.  However, I had done all I could do, and I let it go at that.  I comforted myself that I would get on better in the forest, where I thought there was to be a parade.

“’We got out about eleven o’clock, and I went to the O.C.’s hut.  He was sitting in a deck chair reading a novel.  He jumped up when he saw me, and was full of apologies.  He’d absolutely forgotten I was coming, and so no notice had been given, and, anyway, apparently it isn’t the custom in these camps to have ordered parade services.  He sent for the Sergeant-Major, who said the men were mostly cleaning camp, but he thought he could get some together.  So I sat and talked for about twenty minutes, and then went over.  The canteen had been opened, and there were about twenty men there.  They all looked as if they had been forced in, except one, who turned out to be a Wesleyan, and chose the hymns out of the Y.M.C.A. books in the place.  They had mission hymns, and the only one that went well was “Throw out the life-line,” which is really a rather ghastly thing.  We had short Matins, and I preached as I had arranged.  The men sat stiffly and looked at me.  I don’t know why, but I couldn’t work up any enthusiasm and it all seemed futile.  Afterwards I tried to talk to this Wesleyan corporal.  He was great on forming a choir to learn hymns, and then I said straight out that I was new to this sort of work, and I hoped what I had said was all right.  He said:  “Yes, sir, very nice, I’m sure; but, if you’ll excuse me, what the men need is converting.”

“’Said I:  “What exactly do you mean by that, corporal?”

“’"Well, sir,” he said “they want to be led to put their trust in the Lord and get right with God.  There’s many a rough lad in this camp, sir.  If you knew what went on, you’d see it.”

“I said that I had told them God was watching them, and that we had to ask His daily help to live clean, honest lives, and truly repent of our sins.

“’"Yes, you did, sir,” he said.  “That’s what I say, sir, it was very nice; only somehow these chaps have heard that before.  It don’t grip, sir.  Now, we had a preacher in our chapel once....”  And he went on to tell me of some revival mission.

“’Well, I went back to the O.C.  He wanted me to have a drink, and I did, for, to tell you the truth, I felt like it.  Then I got back to camp.