The submarine cast off from the ——­ outside and came alongside our ship.  I was invited to go and inspect her, and Paddy accompanied me.  On going below, however, I left him on the deck, and by some means he slipped overboard (this appears to run in the family on this trip); one of the crew fished him out, and he was sent up on to the ——.  When I got back I found Colonel Monash, the Brigadier, running up and down the deck with the dog so that he would not catch cold!  The Colonel was almost as fond of the dog as I was.

EGYPT

All along the canal we saw troops entrenched—­chiefly Indians.  This at the time was very novel—­we little knew then how familiar trenches would become.  At various points—­about every four or five miles-a warship was passed.  The troops on each ship stood to attention and the bugler blew the general salute.  Port Said was reached in the afternoon, and here a great calamity overtook me.  Paddy was lost!  He was seen going ashore in the boat which took the mails.  Though orders were out against any one’s leaving the ship, Colonel Monash offered me permission to go and look for him.  With Sergeant Nickson and Walkley I started off and tramped through all sorts of slums and places, without any success.  Finally we returned to the water front, where one of the natives (a little more intelligent than the others) took me to the Custom House close by.  One of the officials could speak a little English, and in response to my enquiry he turned up a large book.  Then I saw, among a lot of Egyptian writing, Paddy 4 A.M.C.  Mormon.  This corresponded to his identity disc, which was round his neck.  He was out at the abattoirs, where after a three-mile drive we obtained him.  His return to the ship was hailed by the men with vociferous cheers.

On arrival at Alexandria we made arrangements for the disembarkation of all our sick, Lieutenant-Colonel Beach superintending their transport.  We left soon after by rail for Heilwan, arriving after nightfall.  A guide was detailed to conduct us to camp, and we set out to march a couple of miles across the desert.  It was quite cold, so that the march was rather good; but, loaded as we were, in full marching order and soft after a long sea voyage, it was a stiff tramp.  In the pitch dark, as silent as the grave, we stumbled along, and finally arrived at the camp outside Heliopolis, a place known as the Aerodrome.

Lieutenant-Colonel Sutherland and Major Helsham were camped with their Ambulance close by, and with most kindly forethought had pitched our tents for us.  We just lay down in our greatcoats and slept until morning.  Our Brigade was camped just across the road, and formed part of the New Zealand and Australian Division under General Sir Alexander Godley.