I know that one morning, when I had awakened at about four o'clock, I turned on the light of a storage battery which I had found in a German dugout, and sitting up wrote the verses which I called "The Silent Toast" and which my (p.

174) artillery friends approved of when I recited them at breakfast.
The aftermath of victory is of course very sad.

Many were the gallant men whose bodies were laid to rest in the little cemetery at Ecoivres.
The cemetery is well kept and very prettily situated.

The relatives of those who are buried there will be pleased to find the graves so carefully preserved.

The large crucifix which stands on a mound near the gate is most picturesquely surrounded by trees.