How many of our brave men had laid down their lives as the purchase price of that consecrated soil! Through the centuries to come it must always remain sacred to the hearts of Canadians.

We made a small mound where the body lay, and then by quick dashes from shell hole to shell hole we got back at last to the communication trench, and I was indeed thankful to feel that my mission had been successful.

I have received letters since I returned to Canada from the kind young fellow, who accompanied me on the journey, and I shall never cease to be grateful to him.

I left him at his headquarters in Death Valley, and made my way past Courcellette towards the road.

As the trench was very muddy, I got out of it, and was walking along the top when I came across something red on the ground.