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By W. L. COURTNEY, LL.D., and J. M. KENNEDY

THE FLEETS AT WAR
By ARCHIBALD HURD

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By GEORGE HOOPER

THE CAMPAIGN ROUND LIÈGE
By J. M. KENNEDY

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Battle Stories told by British Soldiers at the Front
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GREAT BATTLES OF THE WORLD
By STEPHEN CRANE
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BRITISH REGIMENTS AT THE FRONT
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By M. F. BILLINGTON

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The Story of the Franco-German War. By H. C. BAILEY
With an introduction by W. L. COURTNEY, LL.D.

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By E. J. DILLON

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AIR-CRAFT IN WAR
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HACKING THROUGH BELGIUM
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WITH THE SCOTTISH REGIMENTS AT THE FRONT

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E. CHARLES VIVIAN

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER I
                                                 PAGE
THE GUARDS AND THE GREYS                            1

CHAPTER II

THE ROYAL SCOTS                                    17

THE ROYAL SCOTS FUSILIERS                          36

CHAPTER IV

THE KING'S OWN SCOTTISH BORDERERS                  48

CHAPTER V

THE BLACK WATCH                                    73

CHAPTER VI

THE GORDON HIGHLANDERS                             93

CHAPTER VII

THE SEAFORTH HIGHLANDERS                          114

CHAPTER VIII

THE CAMERON HIGHLANDERS                           138

CHAPTER IX

THE ARGYLL AND SUTHERLAND HIGHLANDERS             157

CHAPTER X

THE HIGHLAND LIGHT INFANTRY AND THE CAMERONIANS   169

CHAPTER I

THE GUARDS AND THE GREYS

If one should ask any man, of any regiment of the British Army, what was
the quality of the regiment to which he belonged, the answer would be to
the effect that his was the best regiment in the service, without any
exception. If any other answer should be returned to such a query, it
might be assumed that there was something wrong with that particular
man; he ought not to be a soldier, for every soldier worthy of the name
firmly believes that his regiment is the best.

The Scottish regiments are not exempt from this belief, and surely,
judging by their regimental histories, they have good cause. Certain
peculiar honours are theirs, too: they form the only kilted force of
regular troops in the world, for one thing; and for another thing the
oldest regiment of the British Army is Scottish--for the Royal Scots,
with definite history dating back to 1625, lay claim to direct descent
from the Scottish archers who were kept for centuries as guards for
French kings. Putting legend and tradition aside, it is certain and
beyond dispute that John Hepburn led the Royal Scots under Gustavus
Adolphus, the great Swedish champion of liberty, as early as 1625; and
in 1633, with eight years of hard work on Continental battlefields to
season their ranks, the Royal Scots were definitely and officially
included in the British Army, seeing service under Marlborough at
Blenheim, Ramillies, Malplaquet, and Oudenarde. There is a story of
Blenheim to the effect that the Commander-in-chief of the French Army,
taken prisoner by Marlborough, congratulated the latter on having
overcome "the best troops in the world." The Duke caustically requested
him to "Except those troops by whom you have been conquered." Prominent
among these were the Royal Scots.

But, although senior in point of age, the Royal Scots is not "the right
of the line" in the British Army. This proud distinction is held by the
Royal Horse Artillery, which probably numbers as many Scotsmen in its
ranks as men of any other nationality. The Artillery, however, knows no
nationalities in its nomenclature. One is first a gunner, and then
either English, Scotch, Welsh, or Irish--the guns count before
territorial distinctions. Next to the R.H.A., if ever the line of the
whole Army were formed, would come the Brigade of Guards, and here the
Scots Guards find a place, very near the right of the line, when the
length of that line is considered.

It is possible, to a certain extent, to trace the history of each unit
of the Army, as far as the present European war is concerned, by means
of the letters sent home by the men of each unit. Such histories are
necessarily brief and scrappy, but they afford some idea of what the
various regiments are doing on the field; and the object of this book
is, to some extent, to show how each Scottish regiment has contributed
to the glory of Scotland and the fame of the British Army since August
of 1914. Some reference to the earlier exploits of Scots on other fields
may perhaps be pardoned, for there are some stories--like that already
quoted regarding the Duke of Marlborough--that never grow old.

Of the Scots Guards, few records have as yet come to hand, beyond those
that are common knowledge. The regiment has nearly three hundred years
of history, having been raised as the "Scots Fusilier Guards" in 1641.
Nineteen years later they became the "Scots Guards," and in the closing
years of the seventeenth century they fought in Flanders, subsequently
serving with distinction under the Duke of Marlborough. From "Dettingen"
through the Napoleonic and Crimean wars up to "Modder River" the battle
honours on their colours range, for like the great majority of British
regiments they had their share of South Africa in the last campaign
there.

Personal records of their deeds in the early stages of this present war
are scarce, but certain it is that there were Scots Guards at the battle
of the Marne, although the official dispatches are chary of mentioning
the names of regiments engaged in definite actions or at definite
points. For, previously to the battle of the Marne, there was a
Guardsman of Kilmarnock of whom a story is told. He was on duty with a
comrade when two mounted men approached, and on challenging the riders
the Scots found that one of them was a Uhlan--who made off with all
speed. The Kilmarnock man advanced on the other rider, whom his comrade
had covered with his rifle, but the horseman made a motion with his left
hand toward his revolver. Thereupon the Kilmarnock man, being tall and
powerfully built, struck out with his fist and knocked the man from his
saddle, ascertaining subsequently that he was a German scout officer,
and that he carried a diary which gave particulars of the movements of
the brigade to which the Scots Guards were attached, from the time of
its leaving Havre almost up to the time of the officer's capture. There
were in the diary frequent allusions to "those hellish British"--which
comment speaks for itself.

Later, along the position of the Aisne, the first battalion of the
Guards were busy. On a certain Sunday afternoon the Guards and the
Black Watch were in the thick of the fighting, and that night they were
ordered to the trenches--and the Germans had the position of the
trenches ranged to a nicety, so that they were able to drop shells with
wicked precision all night. Next morning the German infantry retreated
for a matter of a mile, uphill, and there waited for the inevitable
advance of the Guards and the Black Watch. The retreat was a trap, for
on the advance the two British battalions were subject to shell as well
as rifle fire, and out of one section of fourteen men only one was left.
This one, a corporal, was badly cut about the face, and had one knee
severely damaged, but with a field dressing tied round his leg he
remained in the firing line all day, going over to the Black Watch,
since he had drifted too far away from his own battalion to rejoin it at
once. "I had to stick it in the field all day," he says, "and the
fighting was awful. The Germans had all their big guns firing at us, and
we could not get our own guns up to fire back at them. I never expected
to get out of it alive. Well, after lying half the night wet in the
open, among the dead Germans and our own dead, I got strength enough to
crawl back, and managed to find a hospital about twelve o'clock at
night, nearly dead. I never got any sleep that night, but guess what the
Germans did in the morning! They blew the hospital up in the air. I
happened to be near the door, so I got away all right; but I got another
bit in the back that flattened me out for awhile. I missed all the
ambulances through this. The next carts that came along were the
ammunition ones. The driver helped me on to the back of one, but I had
hardly enough strength to hang on. The Germans shelled all these carts
for miles, and the horses of the one I was on got hit with a shell, and
I had not the strength to climb on to another one. The drivers were
hurrying away for their lives, so I had to scramble along for two miles
on my own to a big barn, which they called a field hospital."

And there the record ends. It makes a scrap of history of the Guards,
though when the regimental histories of this war come to be written it
will be found that such stories as these are only scraps of the whole,
for the battles of the Aisne and of the coast do not mark the end.

With regard to the Scots Greys, their work in the early days is well
known now, for from Mons down through the three weeks of the great
retreat they upheld the honour of Scotland so well that on the 8th of
September Sir John French addressed the regiment in words that officers
and men alike will remember. He came on them while they were resting,
and these were his words, as given by a man of the regiment:

"I am very sorry to disturb you from your sleep, Greys, but I feel I
must say a few words to you. I have been watching your work very
closely, and it has been magnificent. Your country is proud of you, and
I thank you from the bottom of my heart. It is not the first time I have
had the pleasure of thanking you, and I hope it will not be the last.
There are no soldiers in the world that could have done what you have
done."

This, it must be pointed out, is as it is told by a soldier of the
regiment; it is worth while to make the contrast between it and a letter
said to be from a man of the Greys to his wife, in which he says:

"I was in the retreat from Mons. We were told to go out and draw the
enemy, and before going all our officers and generals said, 'Good-bye,'
so you can bet we felt all right."

"A couple of chaps in my troop went through the South African war, but
after the Mons fighting said the medals they got in Africa were not
worth the keeping. They saw more shot and shell in one day here than
they saw in three years in South Africa.

"The inhabitants go fairly mad when they see us, as they know they will
be cared for by us."

The writer of that letter _may_ have heard a German shell in the
air--and he may not. Queries rise in one's mind as to whom the "officers
and generals" said good-bye to, and also a query rises as to how many
generals the Scots Greys have in their ranks--these points come up
automatically. It is not the custom in the British Army, after the order
for an advance has been given, to give time even for the "officers and
generals" of a regiment to wander round with last messages; and, if
ever the Greys played this game in the fighting in France, there can be
little doubt that the inhabitants of the country went "fairly mad" over
the regiment. The letter looks like a fraud, but it is typical of some
that are finding their way into print nearly every day.

Circumstantial and bearing the impress of truth is the account of the
doings of the regiment given by one Private Ward, who came home wounded
from the Aisne. He tells, all too briefly, how from the second day after
landing in France the regiment was continually in action. The work for
the most part, however, was in the nature of a grand artillery duel, and
the Greys were mainly employed in scouting, with an occasional charge
"thrown in." In the battle of the Aisne the Greys supported the King's
Own Scottish Borderers and the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders in the
crossing of the river; and, after the infantry had all crossed, the
Greys went in single file, with sixteen feet between man and man, over a
pontoon bridge that was under shell fire from the German guns, placed on
the heights in front. Many of the horses were killed, and Ward himself
was struck in the leg with a piece of shell, causing so severe a flesh
wound that he had to be taken to the field ambulance, and thence home.
And thus the story of the Greys ends, so far as this record is
concerned.

It is a regiment of great traditions, as British cavalry regiments go.
Alone among the cavalry the Greys wear the bearskin in place of the
metal helmet in parade dress, and they are nearly as old as the Scots
Guards, having been raised as a regiment in 1678, and forming the oldest
regiment of Dragoons in the service. Originally they were known as the
"Royal Regiment of Scots Dragoons," a title that was subsequently
changed to "Grey Dragoons," from which their present title of "Scots
Greys" was evolved. Unto this day the sergeants of the regiment wear the
badge above their chevrons that commemorates the taking of the French
eagle of the famous Régiment du Roi; and at Waterloo they charged with
the Gordons clinging to their stirrup leathers, while cavalrymen and
Gordons alike yelled--"Scotland for ever!" To Napoleon they were known
as "_ces terribles chevaux gris_," and out of the charge of the Heavy
Brigade in the Crimea they brought back two Victoria Crosses.

No record of the doings of Scottish regiments in this present war can be
compiled without mention of the Scots Guards and the Greys, but their
history properly belongs to that of the Guards Brigade and of the
cavalry respectively--and in these two counts they must be reckoned for
a full recital of their doings. The foregoing mere incidents will serve
as compromise, lest it should be thought that the two regiments had been
overlooked. As for the Royal Artillery, it knows no more of territorial
distinctions, as already mentioned, than it does of battle honours--for
every battle in which a British Army has fought might be inscribed on
the colours of the gunners, if they had colours. It is probable that,
when the relative populations of the four nationalities are taken into
account, Scotsmen will be found to preponderate in the R.A., for the
Scot is always a little mechanically inclined, and the working of the
guns needs most mechanical knowledge of any of the three arms.

Of infantry of the line, there are ten definitely Scottish regiments,
and an effort will be made to trace their histories in the great
European campaign--or rather, in the first days of that campaign, as
far as personal narratives will admit. Blanks and gaps there must be,
but the stories that officers and men have to tell will, when collated
and set down in some sort of order, enable us to conceive of the nature
of the work in which Scots are well maintaining the honour of their
regiments.

CHAPTER II

THE ROYAL SCOTS

One of the titles bestowed on the Royal Scots, that of "Pontius Pilate's
Bodyguard," marks the claim of the regiment to antiquity. Under
Marlborough, in the French war in America, at Corunna, through the
Peninsular war with Wellington, at Quatre Bras and Waterloo, in India,
the Crimea, and in China, have the battalions of the Royal Scots upheld
the honour of the British Army; and it stands to their credit that in
the South African campaign, in which they were engaged practically from
start to finish, there was not a single case of surrender of a party of
the Royal Scots.

The history of the regiment in the present war begins at Landrecies and
Mons, and it is worthy of note that the first story of a man of the
regiment that comes to hand concerns the bravery of men of other units.
The man in question was twice wounded himself before being invalided
home; but, declining to talk about himself, he remarked that for real
British pluck he had never seen anything to equal that of the Middlesex
regiment. He saw them digging trenches near Mons when a mass of Germans,
who seemed to come from nowhere, came down on them. He conjectured that
the Germans had been apprised of the position of the Middlesex men by an
air scout, and he saw how the Germans came on the Middlesex, who were
totally unprepared in the matter of equipment, and had to face fixed
bayonets with no apparent means of reprisal. But the sergeant of a
company set the fashion by the use of his fists, and "downed" two of
the attacking Germans; the whole of the company followed suit, but they
were badly cut about by the Germans, and the sergeant was bayoneted.
Near by were the Connaughts, who, after six guns had been taken by the
Germans, charged down on the enemy and took back the guns, with the aid
of artillery fire. But, regarding the doings of the Royal Scots at the
time, the man of the regiment who tells this story has never a word to
say.

A corporal of the 1st Royal Scots tells how Lieutenant Geoffrey Lambton,
nephew of the Earl of Durham, died. It happened in the third rearguard
action after Mons that the lieutenant was in charge of his men in a
wood, and was directing fire from a mound. Before and beneath the Scots
the Germans were in strong force, and were preparing to attack, when
Lambton gave the order to fire, and, picking up a rifle himself, set
the example to his men. Fatally wounded by a German bullet, he knew
that he had not long to live, so handed over to the corporal his
pocket-book, note-book and sketch-book, to take back to his people.

Another corporal of the regiment testifies to the spirit of its men at
Landrecies, where in company with about fifty others he was cut off from
the main body, and engaged in desperate street fighting. The party
joined up with the Grenadier Guards, and in the streets of Landrecies
German officers called on them to surrender, but the officers answered
that "British never surrender--fix bayonets and charge!" So well did
they charge that the streets were piled with German dead. The Royal
Scots were heavily engaged at Landrecies, and accounted for a great
number of the enemy there.

Graphically is the story of the retreat told by one Private Stewart, who
was invalided home after the battle of the Marne. "After Mons," he
says, "the hardships of fighting on the retreat began. We had little
time for sleep; both day and night we retreated, and as they marched the
men slept. If a man in front of you happened to stop, you found yourself
bumping into him. I didn't have my clothes off for six weeks, and my kit
and overcoat have been left on the field. At one place where we halted
for the day the lady of the farmhouse was washing, so some of us took
off our shirts to have them washed. While they were hanging up to dry
the order came that the troops had to move on, and the wet garments had
to be put on just as they were. Mine was dry next morning. Two of my
mates were killed in the trenches by one shell, which burst close to
them. We were not deeply entrenched, and the German artillery fire was
so heavy that we had to lie on our sides like pitmen and dig ourselves
in deeper. We had a chance to look up occasionally when our guns
replied. Another time the Royal Scots were having a meal by the
roadside, when we got orders that we must be finished in five minutes.
In less than that time the Germans opened fire, but fortunately the side
of the road was an embankment, and so formed a natural trench. We lay
there during the rest of the day and the greater part of the night,
keeping off the attack by constant fire. My company captured about forty
German cyclists, who offered no resistance--this was after the Marne,
when the Germans retired. The British had been blazing away for some
time at what appeared to be the helmets of the men in the trenches, when
an officer saw that the helmets were not moving. He gave the order to
advance, and when we got up we found that the Germans were retiring, and
had left their helmets as a blind. Many prisoners were taken that day."

Brief as an official report is this story, and as pithy, giving as it
does an outline of the work in which the Royal Scots have been engaged
from the time of Landrecies onwards. For it is not what is actually
written that counts in such a sincere piece of writing as this, but the
facts that appear between the lines. The brief reference to the
hardships of the retreat, the queer washing day, and the interrupted
meal, are chapters of war in themselves, reported with a brevity and
conciseness which stamp the document as authentic.

Another man of the regiment was in the first of the fighting at
Landrecies, and went on to the positions of the Marne and the Aisne,
returning wounded from the latter, with four splinters of shrapnel in
his back, one in his ribs, and a bullet wound in his head--surely
enough to send any man back from the firing line. At Landrecies he and
his fellows encountered a looting party of Germans, who carried large
quantities of jewellery, clothing, and other articles: practically every
account of the first of the fighting tells of German attention to
details of this kind.

At the position of the Aisne, the Royal Scots had a stiff struggle in
the holding of a pontoon bridge, and the man who tells this story was
wounded there during a rain of shell fire to which his battalion was
subjected. After he was hit, he lay unconscious for seven hours, and in
order to escape after regaining his senses he had to propel himself,
feet first, along a sort of furrow or ditch. It was a weary business,
and, exposing himself momentarily, he was hit again on the head by a
bullet, though the lead failed to penetrate to any depth; and during his
journey he was for a time between the fire of Germans and British. He
came on a German trench full of dead men, and was struck by the
elaborate arrangement of the trench, for there were tables and chairs,
and a quantity of champagne bottles, both full and empty--the trench was
well stocked with wine.

Previously to being wounded, this man made one of a party that captured
a number of Germans, one of whom spoke English well, and told his
captors that he had a wife and five children in Glasgow, and that the
only way to get back to them was to court capture. This German had been
in employment in Glasgow, and was called up _five months_ before the war
broke out--a significant fact when it is remembered how German statesmen
are still insisting that Britain made the war.

A man of the Royal Scots has told how Captain Price of the regiment
died. While in the trenches, and under a hot fire, Captain Price ran
forward to help a corporal who had been shot in the arm, and in kindly
fashion the captain was preventing the corporal from seeing his
wound--shielding the injured arm while it was being dressed. While so
engaged Captain Price was struck in the head by a piece of shrapnel, and
he died while being carried to the field hospital. On the testimony of
the men of the regiment, a braver or kindlier officer than Captain C. L.
Price, D.S.O., has never worn uniform.

With regard to the work of the regiment in the trenches of the Aisne,
and the enemy they have had to face, one man of the regiment speaks.
"The Germans are good range finders with their big guns," he says, "and
their fire is very effective--but you could get boys to give them points
with the rifle. One thing has made an impression on me, and that is that
the enemy has no respect whatever for the Red Cross. Our men were
proceeding along a road, when they came on a Red Cross waggon lying on
its side, with several Red Cross men lying dead beside it. There was one
brave incident I witnessed, and although I do not know the name of the
fellow who showed such pluck, I know he belonged to the Royal Scots. I
saw him carry one of his comrades across a field for about three hundred
yards, though the fire from the German ranks was simply awful at the
time."

Here, again, is an instance of the way in which the men tell of each
other's deeds but make no mention of their own. The French soldier, as a
rule, knows when he has done a brave action, and talks about it--the
quality does not make him less brave, but it is one that is inconsistent
with British character. The average British soldier is usually quite
unconscious that he has done anything worthy of note, and, even if he
knows the value of what he has done, he is very shy of speaking about
it, and usually prefers to talk about the things somebody else has
accomplished.

A certain Private Kemp, invalided home to Berwick, testifies to the way
in which tobacco and cigarettes have come to be regarded by the men in
the firing line. He tells how, when out scouting, he was captured by
three Uhlans, who took away his arms and equipment, and were just about
to take him away as a prisoner when a shot was fired, and the Uhlans
took to their heels. Kemp, wounded in the leg, fell, and after lying for
an hour and a half, he was picked up by advancing British troops. "One
great hardship," he says, "was the lack of tobacco all the time. I and
many of my comrades have been reduced to smoking dried tea-leaves
wrapped in old newspaper. A real smoke would have been a blessing."

One officer of the regiment, wounded while out in front of the trenches
studying the position of the enemy with field-glasses, was carried back
into shelter, and laid in the trench until the field ambulance should
come to remove him to the rear. "He lay there smoking cigarettes," says
one of the men, "and shouting--'Good old Royal Scots--well done!'
whenever anything came off." And in this and incidents like it lies the
spirit that makes the Royal Scots what they are--it is the spirit of men
who do not know when they are beaten, who will never admit defeat. It is
the spirit that Findlater showed at Dargai.

Yet another private of the regiment, writing with no address and no date
to his letter, says: "In the last scrap I was in we had a terrible time
one way and another. After marching from the Sunday to the Tuesday
night, we got anchored near a farm, and the next morning, just when
breakfast was ready, we had to leave it lying and get stuck into our
trenches, as the Germans had come on us. We could see them moving up on
our front, and our artillery were not long in getting their range and
sending them out of it. Our big guns were going finely until the
afternoon, when they seemed to stop all at once, compared with the guns
the Germans had brought up. They started to shell a village behind us
with their siege guns, and they just blew holes in it. We had a church
for a hospital, and that went up too--but that is their usual dirty
game. They have no respect for a Red Cross waggon, and, as far as I can
see, they seem to take them for targets. We had to retire after being
shelled for about eight hours, and we lost a good few men, but had the
consolation of knowing that, as usual, the enemy had lost a good many
more. We are having a rest now, and have not seen the battalion for two
weeks. It is a very sad sight to see the people here going about
homeless; most of them are of the poorer class, and it must be an awful
time for them."

Writing later, the same man says: "We have come through four days' hard
fighting, and have been relieved--we drove the Germans out of all their
positions. At one place the French were trying to shift the enemy, so
our lot were brought up to assist; and although we lost a good few men
in the open fields, our chaps stuck it well. General Smith-Dorrien sent
along a message--'Good, Royal Scots!' and then when we took the other
side of the bridge he said 'Bravo, Royal Scots!' so we have not done so
badly."

And there, for the present, the record of this oldest regiment of the
service must be broken off. It tells of work from Mons and Landrecies,
through the great retreat to the position of the Marne, and on to the
Aisne--and there it ends, for the present. We know that many of the
regiments along the line of the Aisne have been moved up to assist in
the great Flanders battles, and in all probability there have been Royal
Scots in that Flanders line as well as along the Aisne.

There is one story of this first regiment of British infantry which,
though it is nearly fourteen years old, should always be told in any
account of the deeds of the regiment. It concerns a certain Sergeant G.
Robertson, placed in command of a party of about twenty men who were
acting as railway escort to a train from Pretoria. The train was bound
for the Eastern Transvaal, and, on reaching Pan, it was stopped by Boers
blowing up the line. The Boers attacked in force, being concealed in a
trench a few yards from the train, and the escort at once, under orders
from Sergeant Robertson, opened fire. The Boers, who greatly outnumbered
the escort, called on Robertson to surrender, but he answered--"No
surrender!" Almost immediately afterwards, he was shot through the head.

A similar case concerns Major Twyford, an officer of the Royal Scots,
who in April of 1901 was attacked by a commando under Jan de Beers in
the Badfontein Valley. Twyford and his party numbered eight all told,
mounted men, and they took up a position among the ruins of a farmhouse
which afforded some shelter from the fire of the enemy. The commando of
Boers closed in on them, and, having in mind the enormous disparity of
the forces, called on them to surrender. Major Twyford declined to do
so, and went on firing on de Beers' commando until shot dead by the
enemy.

Captain Price, of whom mention has already been made, was a lieutenant
at the time of the South African war, and was recommended at that time
for the Victoria Cross for especial gallantry in leading "E" company at
the action at Bermondsey. Three of the non-commissioned officers and men
were specially mentioned for their gallantry in this affair, a certain
Corporal Paul was promoted sergeant for his bravery, and Lieutenant
Price, recommended for his V.C., obtained the D.S.O. France saw him
brave as ever, and the regiment will keep his memory as that of one of
its most gallant officers.

But, if one begins to tell the story of the deeds of the regiment of
Royal Scots in previous campaigns, the story is without end, and space
will not admit of it. It were unwise to say that the Royal Scots are
first in bravery in action, as they are first in seniority among line
regiments; but at least, in the matter of courage, they are equal with
any, as the present campaign in France has proved.

THE ROYAL SCOTS FUSILIERS

The titles of regiments are apt to be confusing to the lay mind, and it
is difficult at first to distinguish between the Royal Scots and the
Royal Scots Fusiliers, on paper. In old time the Fusiliers were the
"twenty-first" regiment of infantry; they were raised in Scotland in
1678 for service under Charles II, and served under William III in
Holland and Flanders, as well as under the great Duke of Marlborough and
under George II when the latter commanded his troops in person at the
battle of Dettingen.

Their history in previous campaigns to this of France and Belgium is a
long one. At Blenheim, Malplaquet, and Ramillies the Scots Fusiliers
won particular distinction--the brigadier who led the principal attack
at Blenheim was a colonel of the Scots Fusiliers. At Dettingen and
Fontenoy, again, the Fusiliers were well to the front, and in the
last-named engagement the regiment suffered so severely that it became
necessary to move it to Flanders. In 1761 the Scots Fusiliers took part
in the capture of Belle Isle, and later, in the American War of
Independence--bolstering up a bad cause--they underwent intense
privations, and, foodless and minus ammunition, capitulated with General
Burgoyne at Saratoga to a force five times the strength of that which
Burgoyne commanded. 1793 saw them engaged in capturing the islands of
the West Indies from the French, and in 1807 they formed part of the
second expedition to Egypt. Then at Messina the Fusiliers alone were
responsible for the capture of over a thousand officers and men out of
a force which attempted to land there, and up to the time of the
abdication of Napoleon the regiment was engaged in active service. In
St. Giles' Cathedral, Edinburgh, are deposited the tattered colours
carried by the regiment in the Napoleonic campaigns.

In the Crimea the Fusiliers again lost their colonel; at Inkermann,
where the colonel fell, the regiment was in the very front of the battle
throughout the day, fighting throughout the battle without food, and
calling for more ammunition. They were present throughout the great
siege and at the fall of Sevastopol, and the colours borne in that
campaign--presented to the regiment in 1827 by King William IV--cost the
life of one officer and led to two more being severely wounded at
Inkermann, while 17 N.C.O.'s and men who acted as escort were either
killed or severely wounded. These colours were subsequently deposited
in the parish church of Ayr, the depot headquarters of the regiment.

In Africa against the Zulus and Basutos, as well as against the Boers in
the first war of the Transvaal, the Fusiliers fought next after the
Crimean campaign; and then they took part in the subjugation of King
Theebaw in Burmah. In 1899 the 2nd battalion embarked for South Africa,
and was set to form a part of the 6th Fusilier brigade. From Colenso
they brought away a Victoria Cross, awarded to Private Ravenhill for
conspicuous gallantry in saving guns from which the gunners had been
shot away.

To the Fusiliers fell the honour of being the first British regiment to
enter the Transvaal during the war, and they took part in the hoisting
of the British flag at Christiana, the first Transvaal town to be
captured. A little later, the colonel of the regiment, with a force of
under 120 men, went on to Potchefstroom, and there hoisted a British
flag that had been buried there at the time of the peace of 1881, and,
after being disinterred, had been kept in the possession of the family
of a former commanding officer of the Scots Fusiliers. So distinguished
was the conduct of the regiment in the South African campaign that, on
the representation of Colonel Carr, C.B., the commanding officer, the
white plume that had not been worn since 1860 by the Fusiliers was given
back to them, as a recognition of their services. To a civilian this may
seem a very little thing, but the regiment regards it far otherwise.

As for the campaign in France, there are very few authentic records of
the men of the regiment to hand at the time of writing, but from those
few one can reconstruct a good deal of the work of the Royal Scots
Fusiliers. One man tells that the Germans captured all the transport,
which contained all the kits of the men, who were thus left with only
the clothes they stood in for a matter of five weeks. Since this account
came through in the latter part of October, it may safely be assumed
that the regiment was concerned in the great retreat to the Marne,
though no letter of those received tells of doings at Mons, Landrecies,
or the very early battlefields. Still, it is not safe to assume that the
regiment--or some part of it--was _not_ engaged in the first actions.

One may picture what the men looked like from the account sent by one of
them. "I got a bit of a shave a week ago," he says, "but I have not had
a wash for over a fortnight." Kipling's "I wish my mother could see me
now" fits the case admirably.

Again, evidently concerning the retreat, the same soldier writes: "We
got an order to stop a motor car one day, and as the driver pulled up a
man tried to escape on the opposite side, and I collared him. He got
into an awful state, and started pulling photos and papers from his
pockets and talked in a very excited manner. He was taken away, and I
believe he was shot the next morning as a spy."

This might possibly have been at the position of the Marne, or between
that time and the holding of the line of the Aisne, but it is far more
likely to have occurred at the time of the retreat, when motorists on
the roads were plentiful, and spies could do good work for their
employers.

There are various stories which go to describe the work of the Fusiliers
at the Aisne, and the monotony of life in the trenches is well portrayed
in one letter. The writer says: "As we can't always be killing Germans
we are sometimes hard put to it to kill time in the trenches. _Next to
religion_, I think football is the thing that interests us most, and we
are always eager to hear news of our teams at home. The papers that
reach us have not got much news of that kind in, and it would be a
godsend to us if only somebody would take in hand to start a paper for
circulating among the troops giving nothing but the latest football
news."

On the more serious side is a communication from a man of the regiment
who was wounded at the position of the Aisne. He stated that "the men
have come through an awful time," and added that he himself was stuck in
the trenches for seven days without a break, while he went for fourteen
days without being able to wash his face. The German way was to attack
in order to draw the British fire, and then to retire, after which would
come a terrific artillery bombardment--but the British stuck to their
ground always. Finally this man was hit in the head by shrapnel, while
his particular chum was shot in the stomach, and they both went into a
French hospital.

By these simple records one may trace the regiment from the great
retreat to the Aisne; and then another letter takes the story on very
nearly to the great coast battle, where, by what the writer says, the
second battalion of the Scots Fusiliers have been from the beginning of
the German attempts on Calais. The writer, in describing how the German
spies adopt the very old trick of assisting artillery fire by the use of
the hands of a steeple clock, locates his story at Ypres, where some of
the fiercest fighting of the whole war has taken place.

"It was at the town of Ypres--a name, by the way, that gets many quaint
pronunciations from our men--and the hands of the steeple clock stood at
10.40. When the men of the battalion had been in the place a quarter of
an hour, such shelling began as they had never known before--and then
somebody pointed out that the hands of the clock had been altered to
indicate 12.40. Thereupon a search was made of the clock tower, when
three Germans were found and taken prisoners, much to the disgust of the
men who had seen their comrades suffering from the shell fire. They
would willingly have given these spies shorter shrift than mere capture,
but of course the rules of war had to be observed, even in such a clear
case of espionage as this."

There is one man of the second battalion who, wounded and sent home from
the battle in the north-west of France, speaks of the fighting there as
"past description." He had seen hard fighting in India, but reckoned the
work against the Germans as beyond words to express it. "Germans came on
in solid masses, urged on by the officers with the points of their
swords, and on over the bodies of their dead comrades. This," producing
a German forage cap, "belonged to one poor devil I sent to his long
home; and this," producing a rosary, "was given to me by a Frenchwoman
in return for helping her to get her daughter away to a place of safety,
out of the way of the Germans."

Little things, these, but the contrast afforded by the two trophies goes
to prove that the men of the Fusiliers are fighting in the right way and
with the right spirit. There is little doubt, however, that the second
battalion of the regiment has lost very heavily in the Flanders
fighting. One report--an unofficial one, it is true--speaks of the
battalion as being reduced to less than 150 officers and men. This may
mean anything, for companies are sent away on detached duties, bodies of
men get cut off from their battalions and join up with others--all sorts
of things may happen in addition to real casualties to reduce the
strength of a battalion in such a series of actions as has been fought
between Lille and the coasts of France and Belgium. But, whatever may
have happened in this way, there can be no doubt that the Royal Scots
Fusiliers, of which the second battalion certainly took part in these
battles, has maintained the honour of the regiment to the full, and such
of its officers and men as have fallen have rendered good account of
themselves.

CHAPTER IV

THE KING'S OWN SCOTTISH BORDERERS

If legend may be believed, the Scottish Borderers came into existence
with a strength of a thousand men in four hours of the 19th of March,
1689, a recruiting record which stands unbeaten in subsequent history.
The regiment was raised by the followers of King William III, and within
four months of the time of its formation was facing "Bonnie Dundee" at
the pass of Killiecrankie. General Mackay, the officer commanding the
King's troops, testified that only two regiments of his force bore
themselves as they ought, and of these two one was the King's Own
Scottish Borderers. When it is remembered that the regiment had only
been formed four months, this fact will be seen in its true light; and
for over two centuries the Borderers have maintained the reputation
given them by Mackay.

Having settled the authority of King William in Scotland, the Borderers
were sent over to Ireland, where they helped in driving out James and
his Irish and French adherents from the United Kingdom, and
consolidating the rule of the Orange king. Thence, in the service of
William, the regiment went to Flanders, where they took part in the
siege of Namur, and lost twenty officers and 500 men by the explosion of
one of the mines of the enemy. It was here that the Borderers were first
made acquainted with the practice of fixing the bayonet alongside the
muzzle of the musket instead of into it, for up to that time fixing
bayonets had involved thrusting the bayonet into the barrel, when the
weapon could not be fired. Seeing a French regiment advancing with fixed
bayonets, the Colonel of the Borderers ordered his men to fix theirs,
and calmly awaited the result, confident in the superiority of his men
over their opponents in this class of fighting. But at short range the
French amazed the Scots by pouring in a volley, for they had their
bayonets fixed round the muzzles of their muskets instead of in them.
Recovering themselves, the Borderers charged and routed the enemy, and
learned from one of the French muskets left on the field how this
apparent miracle had been accomplished. Thenceforth British troops fixed
their bayonets on instead of in their muskets.

When, in 1697, the treaty of Ryswick put an end to the campaign which
included the taking of Namur, the Borderers returned home. Their next
notable exploit was at Vigo, in 1719, where they destroyed the stores
collected for an invasion of England. Thirteen years later the regiment
was among the defending force at Gibraltar, and withstood the attacks of
a force of 20,000 men, who were eventually obliged to retire, leaving
the Rock in British hands. Then came Fontenoy, where the Borderers lost
206 officers and men; and later Minden, where sixty squadrons of French
cavalry charged again and again, only to be broken against the defence
of six British regiments, of which the Borderers formed one. Having thus
accounted for the cavalry, the six regiments put to flight two French
brigades of infantry, and virtually annihilated a body of Saxon
infantry, being the whole time under heavy artillery fire. Returning in
1763 from the many Continental fields in which it had taken part, the
regiment buried with full military honours at Newcastle-on-Tyne the
fragments of the colours carried from victory to victory for twenty
years.

There followed nineteen years of peace service, and then the Borderers
were sent to Gibraltar as reinforcements, arriving in time to assist in
the final discomfiture of the besieging force. In 1793 the Borderers
were transformed into Marines, in which capacity they came in for a
share of the prize money accruing from the capture of a ship valued at a
million sterling, and then took part in the victory won by Lord Howe
over the French fleet at Brest. There were Borderers, too, at the siege
of Toulon, where Napoleon I, at that time only an artillery lieutenant,
was wounded by a British soldier's bayonet.

In the Napoleonic wars the Borderers were faced with more hard work than
chances of glory. They went to the campaign in Holland in 1799, and took
part in the expedition to Egypt in 1801, while eight years later they
were at the capture of Martinique, a name borne on their colours. But
for the rest of the time up to Waterloo they were engaged mainly in
inconspicuous garrison duty, with no chance of adding to their
reputation. Their luck held to a similar course through the nineteenth
century, up to the outbreak of the last South African war, for they were
set to deal with a Boer insurrection at the Cape in 1842, sent to Canada
at the time of the Fenian raid in 1866, and engaged in the Afghan
campaign of 1878-80. They fought in the Egyptian war in 1888, and then
went to work on the Indian frontier, where is much fighting and little
glory for most regiments that take part. In the Tirah campaign alone the
Borderers were in action twenty-three times--yet who remembers the Tirah
campaign to-day?

As for the South African campaign, it has been placed on record that
the Borderers "put in as much hard work in marching and fighting as any
body of troops in the whole campaign." Paardeberg, Poplar Grove, and
Karee Spruit were three notable actions of this war in which the
Borderers took part, they having been allotted to the 7th Division of
the Army of South Africa. At the last-named action eighty-three officers
and men of the Borderers were killed or wounded. Later, at Vlakfontein,
the Borderers and the Derbyshires shared the honour of saving General
Dixon's column from utter disaster, and recapturing two British guns
which had been taken by the Boers.

Now, as for the war in France, the record of the Borderers is fairly
complete. It begins with the account of the adventures of a maxim-gun
section during the first week of the war, as related by a man of the gun
section who was invalided home very early in the campaign. He states
that at Mons his gun section were located inside a house at Mons, firing
from one of the windows, while Germans in considerable numbers were
searching the surrounding houses. It took the Germans four hours to
locate the maxim gun, and then, as they riddled the house with bullets,
the plaster and laths began to come down on the heads of the Borderers'
men, whereupon the latter thought the time had come to clear out. Under
fire they dismounted their gun and scrambled out from the back of the
house, whence they got under cover from the German fire, and, when night
fell, they were able to make their way back to their own lines.

"While we were in action on Tuesday," the record continues, "a shell
struck the limber of the gun and almost blew it to bits. I was struck on
the shoulder by a piece of shrapnel. On another occasion we were firing
from an isolated position when a company of Germans surprised us by
appearing about a hundred yards away. We were thirteen strong--one
officer and twelve men--so we put up the gun and made for cover. We had
about two hundred yards to run across a field, but every one of us
escaped without a scratch."

On the 16th of September the War Office report of "Missing" included the
names of men belonging to the Borderers, and of these many went to
Doberitz camp of prisoners. One man, writing from Doberitz, stated that
he had been captured on August 26th, and was being fairly well treated.
Which recalls the fact that Colonel Stephenson, the commanding officer
of the Borderers, had the misfortune to be wounded and captured in the
very early stages of the war. It was at Le Cateau that the colonel was
wounded, and, although the wound was not exceptionally serious, it was
enough to put Colonel Stephenson out of action for the time. He was
assisted to an ambulance waggon and got inside, but afterwards he came
out of his own accord in order to make way for men more seriously
injured. Almost immediately afterwards the retreat was continued, and
according to one account the colonel was found lying wounded by the
Germans. Another account states that the four horses of one of the
ambulance waggons were lost during the retreat, and fifteen men of the
Borderers were ordered to replace the horses in drawing the ambulance
waggon, with the result that the whole party, including Colonel
Stephenson in the waggon with other wounded, were captured. Major Leigh,
D.S.O., another officer of the Borderers, was wounded at Mons and
captured by the Germans, according to all accounts, while three other
officers are reported to have been taken prisoners in the first weeks of
the war.

It was at Mons, too, that young Lieutenant Amos, of the Borderers, who
had only received his commission five months before, went out to the
front and brought back a wounded man much bigger and heavier than
himself. A few days later Lieutenant Amos led out his platoon of men in
face of the enemy's fire, when he was shot down, and the men of the
platoon thought at the time that he was only wounded. "When night came
on," said one man of the platoon, "I went out to look for him, and just
as I had got to where he was lying and had lifted his head, the moon
shone out full from behind the clouds, and I saw he was quite dead. He
had been shot through the heart."

Whatever dispatches may say with regard to individual officers and men,
it is usually safe to take the opinions of the men themselves with
regard to their officers. An instance of this is the case of Lieutenant
Hamilton-Dalrymple, of the Borderers, who was described by his men as "a
very daring man." He had excelled in patrol work and scouting,
especially at night, and on the retreat was placed in charge of four
platoons, which he led out for an attack. He had led out No. 16 platoon,
and went back for No. 15, and, when leading these men out, he was shot
in the leg by a German sniper and had to be carried to the rear. The man
who told this story of his officer was subsequently hit by a splinter
from a shell which accounted for five men.

Near Le Cateau the Borderers buried Lieutenant Amos and twenty-one of
the men of the regiment. Throughout the day, while an artillery duel had
raged, the dead had lain out on the battlefield, and a long grave was
dug for them by their comrades. In this the bodies were laid, each
covered by a waterproof sheet, and an officer recited a brief funeral
service. While, during the next day, the artillery duel went on, the
Borderers cut out in the grass that covered the grave of their comrades
the letters "K.O.S.B.," and filled in the blank letter-spaces with small
stones, completing their work by fashioning and erecting a small cross
of wood to mark the place of burial.

There was one youngster of the Borderers in these first days who, at
Mons, received a flesh wound while trying to cross two planks across a
canal that was being peppered with machine-gun fire. Colonel Stephenson
gripped him to save him from falling into the canal, and--"You had
better go back to the hospital, sonny," said the colonel. But the
youngster got little rest or respite in hospital, for the Germans
shelled the hospital building, after their fashion, and the patients had
to beat a quick retreat. Later, this same youngster came to the
engagement at Béthune, one of the fiercest of the campaign, and one
night he was on sentry duty at a wayside shrine. Just at the time the
reliefs were coming round he saw Germans in the distance, and fired at
them once or twice, "for luck," as he phrased it, considering that he
was entitled to a last shot before going off duty. But the glare of his
rifle fire must have betrayed his position, for almost immediately he
received another wound in the body, and this time it was a sufficiently
serious matter to cause him to be sent home.

By means of such letters as these one may trace the regiment through the
first, and in some respects the worst, of the fighting. At the position
of the Aisne, the accounts of the Borderers grow numerous, and it
appears that the second battalion of the regiment was in the thick of
things. One account describes the crossing of the Aisne under shell fire
from the German guns. The second battalion got their orders to cross
very early one morning, and turned out in a cold, rainy dawn; "but we
got our pipes set going, and were all right then." On reaching the
river, it was found that there were no bridges, but some rafts had been
constructed by the Engineers, and these rafts were loaded each with six
men, and hauled across to the opposite bank of the river with ropes.
With the weight of men and equipment, the rafts were submerged so that
the men were up to their knees in water while they crossed, but such
incidents as that were regarded as trifling.

On the far bank of the river, the German shell fire was hotter than
ever, and many men of the battalion were wounded, mostly in the arms and
legs. "You bet we took all the cover we could get," says the narrator.
"Some time after this three of us were lying in a field, and I was
smoking my pipe, while my chum was puffing at a cigarette. The man next
to my chum hadn't a match, and wanted a light badly, so he got up to get
a light from my chum. As soon as he rose the poor beggar was hit by a
fragment of shell and killed. My chum had got hold of a trench-making
tool. It's like a spade at the one end, and like a pick at the other,
and he stuck the pick end into the ground and lay down behind it,
covering his head with the spade end. Every two or three minutes you
could hear the bullets spattering against the iron of the tool."

Later, they got into the trenches, where some of the men were standing
knee-deep in water, and others were submerged up to their waists. "It
was no picnic, but they were a bright lot, cracking jokes or making
remarks about the 'Black Marias,' or 'Jack Johnsons,' as they call the
big German shells."

Although, in the first days on the Aisne, the first line of German
troops were opposed to the British, the latter had a very poor opinion
of their opponents. The general view was that the Germans were not very
keen on fighting, and a number of them when captured said that they were
forced by their officers to fight. In one case, when the men had refused
to fire, their officers had turned on them and shot them--as might have
been expected in any army. One wounded and captured German, placed in
the next bed in hospital to a wounded Borderer, spoke broken English,
and in the course of a chat was asked what he thought of the British.
"British artillery," he said, "no good--not enough. British
infantry--_mein Gott!_" His expression as he spoke completed the
comment.

A Borderer wounded at the Aisne had fought beside the French, whom he
described as very plucky, but rather slow. Their artillery, however, won
his admiration, and he declared it the best he had ever seen. He was
emphatic in his appreciation of the way in which the French people
treated the British troops, supplying them with food and fruit, and in
many ways expressing their sympathy.

"My chum and I came to a village one day," he said, "and wanted to get
some bread and tobacco. We met a peasant woman in the village, and I
said '_Du pain_.' She took me by the arm and pushed me into a dark room,
but I couldn't see where I was, and called for my chum, who came in as
well, though we were both afraid it might be a trap. Then we noticed
some food and wine on a table. It struck us, when we came to look round,
that nearly all the furniture in the house was smashed. 'The
Prussians,' the woman told us. And it's the same in every village you go
into--these Germans smash everything but us. They're trying hard to
smash us too, but they can't manage it."

"It is a grand thing," says another man of the regiment, "to shoot at
Germans--they make such a lovely target. We can't miss them, and, poor
things, they are wishing it was over. Every prisoner we take says they
are starving, and they look it, too. Well, never mind, we are there to
kill, and kill we do. They are frightened of us, and say we shoot too
straight--the French and British are finishing them off in thousands."

As regards the Flanders battle, the last sentence of this letter may be
taken literally, but the rest of it is open to question. The dogged
resistance on the Aisne, and the tremendous attacks up by Ypres and
along the coast, were not made by men starving and utterly
miserable--the work has been too fierce for that to be possible. The
reserve troops of the German Army have no liking for their work, and,
newly taken from comfort to the rigid discipline and severe conditions
of the firing line, are naturally inclined to complain at what the
first-line troops regard as mere everyday inconveniences; and doubtless
it was some of these that were referred to in this letter.

But, to revert to the position on the Aisne, there is yet another
Borderer's story that is worthy of reproduction. The narrator states
that during the battle two German women, masquerading as nurses, went
about the British lines by motor, accompanied by a chauffeur. Among the
British soldiers on outpost duty they freely distributed cigarettes,
which were afterwards found to be inoculated by poison. Before any
fatal results had accrued, the nature of the cigarettes was discovered,
and the pseudo-nurses were rounded up and shot. The story may be true,
but it seems a little improbable that _no_ ill results should have
attended the distribution of these cigarettes before discovery of the
trick. The man who tells this story adds that two Scottish pipers held
up and captured eight Germans in a wood near Crecy. The pipers had
become detached from their division, and carried no arms, but on coming
on the Germans they assumed a firing position and pointed the long
drones of their pipes at the enemy, calling on them to surrender. The
Germans at once threw down their rifles, and were taken prisoners.

Let it be remembered that both of these stories are told by the same
man, and that both are on the face of them improbable--and then the
reader must form his own conclusion.

The next missive takes us on to the work in the trenches around
Béthune, after the opposing lines had crept up to the north-west of
France. "There were few breathing-spaces," says the writer. "Ground
would be gained, and our troops then had to resort to the expedient of
digging themselves in: at parts of the line about a hundred yards
divided our trenches from those of the enemy." The man who tells of this
fighting exposed himself to get a shot at precisely the same moment that
a German out in the opposite trenches took aim, and both pulled their
triggers almost simultaneously. The German bullet passed right across
the Borderer's scalp, but in the firing line it was impossible to get
immediate medical attention, and the wounded man had to be in the trench
for hours before nightfall gave him the chance to get back to the field
hospital under cover of darkness.

It fell to the lot of the Borderers to witness the first charge of the
Indian troops, and evidently the dark men enjoyed themselves. "When they
got the order to advance, you never saw men more pleased in all your
life. They went forward with a rush like a football team charging their
opponents, or a party of revellers rushing to catch the last train. They
got to grips with their enemies in double-quick time, and the howl of
joy that went up told us that those chaps felt that they were paying the
Germans back in full for the peppering they had got while waiting for
orders. When they came back from that charge they looked very well
pleased with themselves, and they had every right to be. They are very
proud of being selected to fight with us, and are terribly anxious to
make a good impression. They have done it, too.

"I watched them one day under shell fire, and was astonished at their
coolness. 'Coal boxes' were being emptied all round them, but they
seemed to pay not the slightest heed, and if one of them did go under,
his chums simply went on as though nothing had happened. They make light
of wounds, and I have known cases where men have fought for days with
wounds that might have excused any man for dropping out. When the wounds
are very bad, I have seen the men themselves dressing them in the firing
line. One day I questioned one of them about this, and he said, 'We must
be as brave as the British.' It's amusing to hear them trying to pick up
our camp songs. They have a poor opinion of the Germans as fighting men,
and are greatly interested when we tell them of the horrors perpetrated
on the Belgians and French."

Thus writes a wounded sergeant of the Borderers. Now the official
account states that the first charge of the Indians was made to recover
ground and trenches that had been taken by the Germans by sheer weight
of numbers from British troops--so we may safely conclude that the
Borderers, probably the second battalion, were among the men holding
those trenches, and probably were in the section of the line that was
forced back. And there, beside the Indian contingent, we may leave them,
certain that in all the fighting in Flanders and for the recovery of
Belgium they will acquit themselves like men.

CHAPTER V

THE BLACK WATCH

Though the Royal Scots can claim to be the oldest regiment of the
British Army, the Black Watch can claim--and do claim--to be the oldest
corps of Highlanders. The regiment, known in old time as the
"Forty-second," was originally formed out of the independent companies
raised in 1729 to keep the peace in the hills of the Scottish Highlands,
and the first parade as a regiment took place near Aberfeldy in 1740,
when the regiment was numbered "43." This was subsequently changed to
"42."

Five years later the regiment saw its first active service abroad at
Fontenoy, when its men charged with such spirit that they were
described by a French writer as "Highland furies." In 1756 the Black
Watch went to America, and at Ticonderaga the loss in killed and wounded
amounted to 647 officers and men. So conspicuous was the bravery of the
regiment on this occasion that the King conferred on it the title of
"Royal," and unto this day the Black Watch are "The Royal Highlanders."
The regiment was in at the capture of Montreal, and later took part in
the American War of Independence, when, in spite of the offers of heavy
bribes, not a single man could be induced to desert from the ranks, bad
as was the cause in which the British troops were fighting then.

In 1780 the second battalion of the Black Watch was raised, to begin its
active service in India. It was constituted a separate regiment in 1786,
and named the "Perthshire Regiment," numbered "73." (Two officers and
fifty-three men of this battalion were among the heroes who went down
with the _Birkenhead_.) It was nearly a century later that the
Perthshire Regiment was again joined to the Black Watch as its second
battalion, and thenceforth the battle honours of both battalions have
been borne on the colours of the regiment.

The campaign in Flanders in 1794 and the following year gave to the
regiment the "red hackle" that is still worn in the full-dress feather
bonnet. Again the Black Watch went to the front for the Egyptian
campaign of 1800, and at Alexandria Sir Ralph Abercromby called on the
Highlanders for the effort that won the battle. The next great event in
the history of the regiment was Corunna, where Sir John Moore bade the
Highlanders "Remember Egypt!" On to the siege of Toulouse the Black
Watch took their part in all fighting that was to be had, and at
Toulouse itself they lost over 300 officers and men in driving back the
French Army into the city.

Just on 300 more officers and men fell in the three days' fighting of
Quatre Bras and Waterloo, and the Royal Highlanders were mentioned
specially in dispatches by the Duke of Wellington--an honour accorded to
only four of the regiments that took part in the final overthrow of
Napoleon. From then on to the middle of the nineteenth century the life
of the regiment was uneventful, for Europe slept, and it did not fall to
the Black Watch to engage in the little frontier and colonial wars of
the Empire.

But 1854 brought the Crimean War, and the Royal Highlanders took the
field again as the senior regiment of Sir Colin Campbell's famous
Highland Brigade. The brigade took part in the charge on the heights of
the Alma, and was also in at the taking of Sevastopol on the 8th of
September, 1855. The end of this war brought but little respite, for
under their old chief, Sir Colin Campbell, the regiment took part in the
suppression of the Indian Mutiny. The battle of Cawnpur, the siege and
capture of Lucknow, and the battle of Bareilly, found the Royal
Highlanders well to the front, and the name "Lucknow" is borne on the
colours of the regiment. A sculptured tablet in Dunkeld Cathedral
commemorates the names of those of the Black Watch who fell in the
Mutiny.

In the Ashanti War the Black Watch took the leading and most conspicuous
part, and shared in the capture and burning of Kumasi. Then, in 1882,
the regiment went to Egypt to take part in the storming of the
entrenchments at Tel-el-Kebir. At Suakim, El Teb, and Tamai, such was
the conduct of the regiment that Lord Wolseley sent them a telegram of
congratulation, and in 1884 the first battalion went up the Nile to the
battle of Kirbekan.

Then, in 1899, the second battalion went out to South Africa as part of
the ill-fated Highland Brigade under General Wauchope. On the night of
Sunday, the 10th of December, in that first year of the Boer war, the
Black Watch led the brigade in the memorable attack at Magersfontein.
When the inferno of fire and barbed wire stopped the advance of the
brigade, no less than 600 Highlanders fell, killed and wounded,
including Wauchope himself. Throughout the Monday the survivors of three
companies of the Black Watch held to their places in front of the Boer
trenches and entanglements, while the remainder of the men of the
battalion were engaged in attempting to turn the flank of the Boer
position; but at nightfall it was found that the position was too
strong, and the troops were drawn back. As already remarked, the
brigade lost 600 in killed and wounded, and of these more than half were
men of the Black Watch. In a little more than two months the survivors
of the battalion had their revenge at Paardeberg, when Cronje was forced
to surrender with 4,000 men. Here, again, the losses of the Black Watch
amounted to 90 casualties among officers and men.

The first battalion did not come in for the earlier fighting in South
Africa, but arrived in the country in time to take part in the "drives"
with which Lord Kitchener put an end to the campaign. Poplar Grove and
Driefontein, Retief's Nek and the surrender of Prinsloo at Wittebergen,
were mere incidents to the Black Watch after the terrible work of
Magersfontein and Paardeberg, and the conduct of the regiment as a whole
during the war may be judged from the fact that no less than thirteen
medals for distinguished conduct were awarded to its non-commissioned
officers and men.

As usual, the Black Watch were among the first regiments to take the
field in the fighting in France, and they went up to Mons with the rest
of the British troops who took part in the great retreat. Never during
the whole of the South African campaign, said one man who had been
through it, was anything experienced like the three engagements in which
the Black Watch took part round Mons. The shell firing of the Germans
was terrific, and the hastily constructed trenches of the British
afforded very little protection against the German shell fire. Yet,
though on the retreat the British troops had to undergo forced marches,
some of them with very little food except such fruit as they could get
by the way, they displayed splendid stamina and pluck, and the
discipline maintained in this trying time, so far as the Royal
Highlanders were concerned, was admirable. Even when the loss of
officers was heaviest, movements were still carried through with
parade-like precision and coolness.

When nearing Soissons in the course of the retreat, the Black Watch were
the object of an encircling movement by the enemy, and while the
regiment was cutting its way through to rejoin the rest of the brigade,
Colonel Grant Duff gave his orders with bullets humming round him, and
went up and down the line of his battalion looking after wounded men.
With the aid of the 117th Battery of R.F.A. the Black Watch succeeded in
rejoining their brigade with a loss of only four men.

The work of the early days is epitomised by a man of the first battalion
of the regiment. "We went straight from Boulogne to Mons," he said, "and
were one of the first British regiments to reach Mons. Neither of the
opposing armies seemed to have a very good position there, but the
number of the Germans was so great that we had no chance of holding on
from the first. We were in hard fighting all day on the Monday, and as
the French reinforcements which we were expecting had not arrived by the
Tuesday, we were given the order to retire.

"I should judge that, altogether, we retreated quite eighty miles. We
passed through Cambrai, and halted at St. Quentin; the Germans,
straining every nerve in the effort to get to Paris, had never been far
behind us, and when we came to St. Quentin we got the word that we were
to go into action again--and the men of the battalion were quite joyous
at the prospect, for they had been none too well pleased at the
continued retirement from the enemy. They started to get things ready
with a will, and the engagement opened in lively fashion, both our
artillery and the German going at it for all they were worth. We were in
good skirmishing order, and under cover of our guns we kept on getting
nearer and nearer to the enemy, till, when we were about a hundred yards
of the German lines, orders were issued for a charge, and the Black
Watch charged at the same time that the Scots Greys did. Not far from us
the 9th Lancers and the Cameronians joined in the attack, and it was the
finest sight I ever saw."

The writer continues with a description of the charge, in which, he
says, the men of the Black Watch hung on to the stirrup-leathers of the
Greys and went through machine-gun fire on to the German lines, and
thence through to the guns of the enemy. "There were about 1,900 of us
in that charge against 20,000 Germans, and the charge itself lasted
about four hours. We took close upon 4,000 prisoners, and captured a
lot of their guns. In the course of the fighting I got a cut from a
German sword--they are very much like saws--and fell into a pool of
water, where I lay unconscious for nearly a day and night. I was picked
up by one of the 9th Lancers."

There the story ends. It is circumstantial and well borne out by other
accounts of the doings of the Black Watch up to the time of St. Quentin,
but one fears to accept the story of that charge in its entirety. If the
men of the Black Watch advanced to within a hundred yards of the enemy
under cover of their own artillery, then where did the Greys come from?
For surely no artillery ever kept on firing at the enemy until _cavalry_
were within a hundred yards of their objective in a charge. It is
curious, too, but this is the only account that has come to hand--the
only personal account of a participator--with regard to that charge of
the Greys with Black Watch men hanging on to their stirrup-leathers. The
story is given as told, for what it is worth.

Several accounts concur in the assistance rendered to the regiment by
the 117th Battery of R.F.A., and one especially details how, when the
Black Watch were subjected to overwhelming rifle fire, the guns were
turned on the German riflemen with terrible effect. But there are some
newspaper errors in connection with this event which are almost amusing.
One of them states that, with regard to a driver of the 117th
Battery--"the Highlanders were being subjected to a terrific rifle fire,
when the artilleryman heroically advanced, and, getting his gun in
position, put the German riflemen to flight." This was more than
heroism, for a gun weighs the better part of a ton, altogether, and a
driver has but a very elementary knowledge of the firing mechanism of
the weapon--his business is with the horses. That one driver should get
the gun into position and then proceed to load and fire it, a business
which occupies about a dozen men, as a rule, is well worthy of comment.

These discrepancies with known fact are unfortunately rather plentiful
where the Black Watch are concerned. Another of them, though it does not
credit artillerymen with the strength of elephants, tells of things that
happened "on the 14th of August, at the battle of the Aisne,"--whereas
on the 14th of August the great retreat was still in progress, and the
battle of the Marne had not been fought, let alone that of the Aisne. "I
only know," says the author of this account, "that we lost close on 400
of the regiment, killed and wounded, the same day that I was wounded.
That was on the 14th of August, at the battle of the Aisne. It was
terrible, men falling on either side. The Germans were very
treacherous, firing on our ambulance men as well. I was in two hospitals
which we were shelled out of. All the men who could walk were told to go
off as soon as possible. There were four of us left in the place all the
forenoon, and the shells landing round about. I managed to crawl away
when there was no firing, and I had to go about five miles to the next
place. I don't know what I would have done had not an officer passing in
his motor seen me and taken me to the hospital."

Another of the same kind: "On one occasion I had become detached from
the main body, and met four Germans. I disposed of three of my
adversaries with three successive shots, and was about to deal with the
fourth, when the bolt of my rifle became jammed. The German fired, but
only slightly wounded me, and I adjusted my rifle, charged my magazine,
and put the man out of action."

More heroism, almost equal to that of the gunner just quoted--and
newspapers are publishing such "letters from the front" as these every
day.

To come back to the real work of the regiment, a further account deals
with the battle of the Aisne, where, on the 14th of September, the men
occupied some high ground, and were discovered by the enemy, who set to
work to render the position untenable by means of artillery fire. A
patrol, sent out to get into communication with the Northamptons, had to
take cover from the German artillery fire, which was so fierce that it
was only in darkness they were able to return. In taking German trenches
later, the Black Watch and the Camerons, who advanced together, came
across numbers of dead Germans, proving that their own fire had been
quite as deadly as that of their enemies. Apparently the timing of the
fuses of German shells was none too good. "The artillery fire of the
Germans was good, but their shells did not do nearly the same damage as
those fired from the British guns. The British shells when they exploded
covered a radius of something like a hundred yards, but the German
shells on bursting seemed to send all their contents in a forward
direction."

"But the Aisne has been a cause of heavy loss to the Black Watch," said
another member of the regiment. "We lost heavily in taking up position,
and the men were saddened by the loss of so many officers. One day we
lost three--a captain killed, a senior captain very severely wounded,
and a lieutenant killed. Then, later, the men had to deplore the loss of
their commanding officer, Colonel Grant Duff--one of the bravest and
best officers the regiment ever had. He died bravely. He was hard
pressed and doing execution with one of his men's rifles when he fell
with a mortal wound."

Another officer eulogised by his men was Captain Green, who was wounded
at the Aisne. Hot fighting was kept up in the trenches from five in the
morning until night had fallen, and throughout the night the men waited
in their trenches. Shortly after four o'clock of the following morning
firing was heard in front, and with the remark, "I am going forward,
anyway," Captain Green went out to the front, his object being to get
the range for the men, if possible. He got the range, but was hit in the
head, and bandaged the wound himself, keeping his place in the trenches
and declining to go into hospital.

The German fear of cold steel is emphasised in many accounts given by
men of the Black Watch. "They wouldn't look at the bayonet, and we ruled
the roost with very slight losses," says one; and another--"The Germans
are awfully frightened of the cold steel, and when they get a stab it is
almost invariably in the back, for they run away from our boys when the
bayonet appears."

Once in a while there comes an account of humanity on the part of the
Germans; and one man of the Black Watch tells how he lay out in the open
at the position of the Aisne for hours, wounded, and at last a German
came along and bound up his wound under heavy fire. The German made the
wounded man quite comfortable, and was about to retire from the danger
area, when a stray bullet caught him, and he fell dead beside the man he
had befriended.

Such stories as this last are welcome, and form a relief from the
numberless stories of German barbarity that have appeared. Not that they
disprove the stories of brutality, but they go to show that the policy
of ruthlessness is a calculated one, and that the individual German
might be a kind-hearted man at times if his officers would let him. The
instances of cruelty and wanton destruction that have been related all
point to organised cruelty, organised destruction--it is more a matter
of policy than of the conduct of individuals.

The stories quoted here form a fairly connected record of the work of
the Black Watch up to the time of the battle on the Aisne; of what came
after, there is as yet no definite record. We know, from the casualty
lists, that the Royal Highlanders are still making history in France,
but in this first week of November we know no more than that, and a
great story must still wait telling until the oft-quoted "fog of war"
has lifted from the actions in Flanders and the north-west of France.

CHAPTER VI

THE GORDON HIGHLANDERS

Formerly known as the 75th and 92nd line battalions, the Gordon
Highlanders form a comparatively young regiment. The first battalion was
formed at Stirling in 1788 under Colonel Robert Abercromby, and was sent
to India for fourteen years of active service in Mysore and Southern
India. The "Royal Tiger," worn on the badges of the regiment,
commemorates the part they played at the taking of Seringapatam in 1799.

The great Scottish house of Gordon raised the second battalion of the
regiment near the end of the eighteenth century, and this battalion was
first named "Gordon Highlanders" in 1794, when it was embodied at
Aberdeen, with the Marquis of Huntly as its first colonel. In the
Egyptian campaign of 1801, the Gordons played a conspicuous part in
driving Napoleon out of Egypt, and won the "Sphinx," inscribed "Egypt,"
as a badge, which is now worn on all the officers' buttons. In 1807 the
regiment took part in the expedition to Copenhagen, and a year later
they were with Sir John Moore on the retreat to Corunna. Later, in the
Peninsular campaign under Wellington, the Gordons won the admiration of
their enemies and the approbation of their chief. In one action alone,
that of the Maya Pass, the regiment lost over 320 officers and men
killed and wounded.

On to the end of the campaign the Gordons were in the thick of things,
and then, in 1815, they sailed for Belgium in May, arriving in Brussels
at the end of that month. At Quatre Bras, where they were under the eye
of the Duke of Wellington, the 92nd (now the 2nd battalion of the
Gordons) lost heavily, and then at Waterloo itself the battalion was
reduced to 300 men before the memorable charge took place. The official
account of that charge, as given in the history of the regiment, is
worth quoting in its entirety.

"About two o'clock in the afternoon of that memorable day, the enemy
advanced a solid column of 3,000 infantry towards the position of the
regiment. The column continuing to press forward, General Sir D. Pack
galloped up to the regiment and called out--"Ninety-second, you must
charge, for all the troops to your right and left have given way." Three
cheers from the corps expressed the devoted readiness of every
individual in its ranks, though its numbers were reduced at this time to
less than 300 men.

"The French column did not show a large front. The regiment formed
four-deep, and, in that compact order, advanced till within twenty
paces, when it fired a volley and instantly darted into the heart of the
French column, in which it almost became invisible in the midst of the
mass opposed to it. While the regiment was in the act of charging, and
the instant before it came in contact with the enemy, the Scots Greys
came trotting up in rear of its flanks, when both corps shouted
"Scotland for ever!" The column was instantaneously broken, and in its
flight the cavalry rode over it. The result of this dash, which only
occupied a few minutes, was a loss to the enemy of two eagles and two
thousand prisoners."

The total losses of the Gordons at Waterloo were 119 officers and men
killed and wounded, and what remained of the regiment went on to occupy
Paris, returning to Edinburgh in 1816. In the Crimean campaign the
Gordons had bad luck, as they did not land till after Sevastopol had
fallen. They had their turn in the Mutiny, however, for they fought
their way from Ambala to Delhi, and sat on the "Ridge" under great John
Nicholson from June to September, taking part in the final assault and
storming the Kashmir gate. Later, they marched to the relief of Lucknow,
and then saw general service in the many engagements that took place in
the North-west Provinces before the Mutiny was finally quelled.

Then came twenty years of peace for the regiment, after which it was
again called to action in Afghanistan, and took part in the
ever-memorable march from Kabul to Kandahar. In the Egyptian campaign of
1882, the regiment was included in the Highland Brigade that fought at
Tel-el-Kebir, and then went up with the expeditionary force to the
relief of Khartoum and General Gordon--a fruitless errand. From that
time onward to the end of the century, the Gordons saw frontier fighting
in India. "Chitral" is one of the names emblazoned on the regimental
colours, and in the Tirah campaign the Gordons won undying fame at the
storming of the Dargai heights--which, however, was but one incident in
seven months of strenuous fighting.

In the South African war, the Gordons shared in the privations of the
siege of Ladysmith, and in the fierce attack made by the Boers on the
Ladysmith defences, on the 6th of January, 1900, the Gordons sustained
some of the fiercest of the fighting. Thus one battalion upheld the
credit of the regiment, while the other, in Smith-Dorrien's nineteenth
brigade, placed the name "Paardeberg" on the regimental colours. "During
the four months and a half of its existence the nineteenth brigade had
marched 620 miles, often on half rations, seldom on full. It had taken
part in the capture of ten towns, had fought in ten general engagements,
and on twenty-seven other times, and was never beaten." Up to the end of
the war the Gordons were doing brilliant work. By the end of 1902 the
regiment had thirteen Victoria Crosses to its credit.

With regard to their work in France in the very early days, the men of
the Gordons have shown some reticence--that is, as regards the alleged
cutting off and cutting up of the regiment. It may be, so curious is the
information that reached this country in September, that the men of the
regiment had not heard of this cutting off and cutting up. Certain it is
that they were in several tight corners in the first actions of the
great retreat--but then, so were other units, and there is plenty of
evidence to prove that Gordons came through to the Marne and the Aisne,
though, unfortunately, they came without their colonel and some of their
officers. Round about Mons the Gordons were heavily engaged, and found
the German infantry firing weak, but their artillery work not to be
despised. The greatest damage was done by the shrapnel, and not by rifle
fire--a statement which concurs with practically all accounts of
engagements on the great retreat. "The losses of the Allies," said a
wounded corporal of the Gordons, "were nothing to those of the Germans,
who came on in a solid mass and were mowed down like sheep--close
formation was their method of attack all along. The men themselves said
they were driven to it by their officers at the point of the revolver,
and they simply tried to be taken prisoners by the British. We passed
through plundered villages, and saw windows smashed, furniture thrown
out on the streets, and churches and other buildings destroyed."

Another wounded non-commissioned officer speaks of "what was left of the
battalion after Mons" being in the firing-line, when an order was given
for a general retreat. A dispatch rider gave the message to a part of
the division to which the Gordons belonged, but on his way to them he
was killed by a shell, and the Gordons, not having received the order,
stuck to their position. "The Germans advanced in such force that we
were at last compelled to retire, and lost a lot of jolly good fellows.
I doubt if any of us would have been left if it had not been for the
135th Battery of Field Artillery. They covered our retreat, sending out
such a terrible fire that the enemy were afraid to approach any nearer."

This stands as the most circumstantial account of the cutting-off of
the Gordons that has come to hand among personal letters and accounts of
the men who were there, and, unlike so many letters purporting to be
from "the front," it bears the stamp of authenticity. A piper of the
regiment corroborates it by saying that "the Germans came on in great
masses, driving us back all the time." He tells of being left only with
a revolver, his sword having snapped, after which he crossed a river,
and made a stand in a church. "Eight hundred of us entered that church,
the majority never to come out again, for the Germans' big 'Jack
Johnsons' shelled us out." There was, apparently, an officer in charge,
and when he saw how the shells were causing fatalities he gave the order
for all men who could to bolt for the road and save themselves. "The
people at home will not think any the worse of you, lads, for it," he
is alleged to have said. According to the piper's account, some sixty
or more got away to safety in one rush, in which he himself was wounded
in the arm.

The work of signallers has not come into much prominence in the fighting
in France, but one of the signallers of the Gordons, at least, has had
occasion to use his flags. It happened that his battalion had been in a
tight corner for some time, and was running short of ammunition, in
consequence of which the signaller was ordered by his company officer to
signal to the Army Service Corps for a further supply. He stood up
facing to the rear, and, raising his flags, signalled--"From
Captain----" when the message was cut short by his arm being wounded in
two places. As he was trying to bind up the wounds, another piece of
shrapnel came along and lodged in the same arm.

A good general account of the fighting is given by one non-commissioned
officer who went out at the end of August, and was first engaged in the
fighting which took place immediately before the advance from the Marne
to the Aisne. Here the Gordons were engaged near a village held by the
enemy, and under very hot fire. The British troops had a hard job in
getting the Germans to leave their trenches, but eventually the
artillery fire from the British guns proved too much for the Germans,
who got up and ran. The Gordons reached the village after the enemy had
fled, and were billeted there for the night--and in this connection the
non-commissioned officer responsible for this account remarks that the
German rifle fire is almost useless, though their machine-gun fire is
good. "Besides, when once they think they are beaten they are off, and
one can scarcely get at close quarters with them. Our party never got
within half a mile of them."

In this last sentence, it must be remembered, the writer refers to the
German troops who had come down on the tremendous advance which ended at
the position of the Marne. Official reports leave it beyond doubt that
these German troops had undergone three weeks of the severest strain
that has ever been imposed on fighting men, and that their _moral_ was
so far impaired that, after the wheel made by von Kluck's army away from
Paris, the whole of them had to be drawn back and replaced by other
troops. Since they had been reduced to this state by their exertions, it
is hardly to be wondered at that they would not face their enemies at
close quarters.

The narrative, proceeding, states that on the advance of the British to
the trenches the enemy had occupied, it was difficult to estimate the
number of German dead, for the trenches, filled with bodies, had been
covered in with earth. One German was found by the Gordons still
standing in his trench, with his rifle to his shoulder, quite dead. He
had evidently been shot while in the act of taking aim, and had been
left by his retreating comrades. On the advance, it was noted that the
work of the British artillery had been particularly deadly, especially
among the woods through which the men advanced. The part of the regiment
to which the narrator of these events was attached was sent back to
headquarters in charge of several hundreds of prisoners, their places in
the firing line being taken by others for the time being; and, after a
turn at headquarters duty, the Gordons were sent on to Lille and La
Bassée, opposite to a part of von Kluck's force, which had in the
meantime moved out to the north-west to keep pace with the extension of
the Allied line. While the Gordons were lying in an open field, taking
part in an attack, the order was given to retire; but it was unheard by
the men of some sections, and the enemy advanced so near that the
position of some of the men became very critical. But the wretched fire
of the German infantry proved their salvation, for sixteen of the
Gordons made their way across perfectly level, boggy ground, with the
Germans less than 1,000 yards away, and only two were wounded.

The first days on the Aisne, according to another of the Gordons, must
be counted as one of the fiercest examples of warfare under modern
conditions. For days the Gordons were subjected to such a hurricane of
shrapnel fire that they were compelled to lie in their trenches, merely
awaiting developments; and many of the men who were wounded by shrapnel
never fired their rifles, for the enemy was too far off for rifle fire
to have any effect. One man was struck fourteen times by the shrapnel
fire, and still came out from the trenches to recover. It was not until
the British artillery was reinforced that the infantry were able to
advance.

"We were kept so busy," says one man of the Gordons concerning this
time, "that for three days and nights we had no time to issue the mail.
The men felt the want of a smoke more than of food, and I have seen more
than one man trade away his last biscuit for a cigarette or a fill of
tobacco. When the heaviest of the shelling was going on, our men were
puffing away at 'fag-ends.'"

From such accounts as these one may glean some idea of what the Gordons
underwent up to the time of the transference of the main battle to the
Flanders area. As for this last, one non-commissioned officer states
that the men were hardly ever out of canals and wet ditches. One day a
section of men lay waist deep in water from nine in the morning till
three in the afternoon, patiently waiting for dusk to come, that they
might get a chance to dry their clothes. "The Germans generally cease
operations at dusk, and on these occasions the same old order comes
along the line--"Dig yourselves in, men." And, on the day that they lay
in water so long, no sooner had they dug themselves in than the order to
advance was given!"

Apparently authentic is the account of the death of Captain Ker of the
Gordons, who, it is stated by eyewitnesses, was in command of men whom
he led up in face of the enemy's fire at Béthune. The men gained the
shelter of a natural rise in the ground, but before they reached this
point Captain Ker was struck in the head by shrapnel, and was killed
instantly. The men lay for some time in the position they had won, but
eventually found that it was too dangerous to retain, and risked the
enemy's fire in place of capture. They doubled back across a couple of
fields to their old position, and eighteen of the twenty-one in the
party got safely back--but only seven of them escaped being hit. Captain
Ker was later picked up and buried on the field.

With regard to Colonel Gordon, V.C., it appears from one account that he
was taken into a barn after having been wounded, but almost immediately
afterwards the barn caught fire, and it was thought that he had been
trapped in the flames. It seems, however, that the wound was only a body
one, and the colonel was able to get clear, though he was afterwards
taken prisoner.

"Keep your heads up, men!" one of the officers of the Gordons shouted to
his men on one occasion. "They can't hit you"--pointing to the snipers
up a tree; and with that remark he showed his own head above the trench.
"None of us cared to follow his example, but his cheery way bucked us
up," says one of the men present at the time. Yet again the same officer
inquired--"Any man wanting to earn a glass of claret?" and received
several enthusiastic affirmatives. "Well," he said, "catch me that hen
running across the road." The offer was not accepted, for the German
fire was hot at the time.

Another account refers to a battle which took place about the middle of
October, the 2nd battalion being the one referred to. "I left the
trenches on Saturday night for hospital," says the writer. "On Friday
afternoon we had a terrible battle with the Germans, who turned all
their artillery and machine guns on our trenches in an attempt to break
through them. It was hell while it lasted, but we gave them more than
they wanted. About three hundred yards in front of our trenches was a
ridge running parallel with them, and every time the Germans mounted
this ridge in mass they were blown into the air. Ten times they were
blown away, losing battalions each time--it was sickening to see them.
Towards night they retired; and my company lost pretty heavily, five men
being killed and thirteen wounded. Our captain and lieutenant were also
wounded. Throughout all that battle I never got so much as a scratch--I
have been very lucky on two or three occasions."

This man went into hospital at the finish with a poisoned hand and head,
caused by a graze sustained three weeks before the fight of which he
writes. In his letter, as in all the accounts quoted here, is noticeable
an absolute lack of doubt as to the final result of the titanic
struggle. Not that any one of the men actually voices confidence, but
from the way in which they tell of the doings of their regiments one may
gauge their spirit, and understand that they see only the one end to
this war of world-forces; that there is no fear of defeat, no thought of
other than a steady driving on to a fixed end--the overthrow of German
militarism. Many of them--many Gordons, without doubt--have never given
the matter a thought, for they fight, as the Gordons and as the whole
British Army always fights, with a belief in themselves and their
leaders that amounts to such conviction as needs no words for its
expression--a settled knowledge that in good time their task will be
accomplished. For behind all these men are the traditions of those who
cried "Scotland for ever!" men who knew not the meaning of defeat.

CHAPTER VII

THE SEAFORTH HIGHLANDERS

The 1st battalion of the Seaforth Highlanders originally bore the number
subsequently allotted to the 2nd battalion, for in 1778 the 1st
battalion was raised as the 78th infantry of the line by the Earl of
Seaforth, and with that as its official number it went to Jersey to
defend the island against a French attack, and subsequently to India.
The voyage to India occupied ten months, and cost the life of the Earl
of Seaforth and 200 men of the regiment; the remainder landed safely,
and underwent the campaign which ended in the overthrow of Tippoo Sahib:
the Seaforths led the attack on the fortifications of Bangalore, and
assisted in the taking of Seringapatam. Then the Seaforths took Ceylon
from the Dutch.

In 1786 the 1st battalion (as it is at present known) was renumbered
"72nd," and in 1793 the present 2nd battalion of the regiment was formed
as the "78th Foot." After work in Holland and at the Cape, the 78th went
to India to fight under the future Duke of Wellington in the Mahratta
War. For valour at Assaye the 78th was granted the Elephant, inscribed
"Assaye," as a special badge, and also a third colour to bear. These
distinctions were well earned, for the 78th defeated a force ten times
as strong as itself in the course of the battle.

The warlike quality of the material from which the Seaforths were
obtained may be estimated from the fact that two "second battalions"
were formed in succession and sent out to join the original 78th raised
in 1793. In the second expedition to Egypt in 1807, and in the
disastrous Walcheren expedition, the battalion took part, losing heavily
in officers and men in both cases--three companies were practically
annihilated at El Hamet in the Egyptian campaign. After Walcheren, the
Seaforths had little chance of winning distinction in the Napoleonic
wars, but in 1819 and 1835 the regiment was engaged at the Cape in
Kaffir wars, and the next incident of note in the history of the
Seaforths was their work in the Mutiny, when they served under Havelock,
marching from Allahabad to the relief of Cawnpur and Lucknow. Four
battles were fought and won before the force reached Cawnpur--too late;
and they went on to Lucknow. Tennyson has told how the sound of Highland
music gave intimation of relief to the sorely pressed Lucknow garrison,
and, regarding the work of the regiment at that time, their commander
told them--"I have been forty years in the service, I have been engaged
in actions seven-and-twenty times, but in the whole of my career I have
never seen any regiment behave so well as the 78th Highlanders. I am
proud of you."

The 72nd, the present 1st battalion of the Seaforths, was also engaged
in the suppression of the Mutiny, though not with Havelock, and they
helped largely in suppressing the final flames of rebellion throughout
India. Then followed nearly twenty years of peace service for the
regiment, after which it took part in the campaign in Afghanistan, and
shared in the memorable march from Kabul to Kandahar. The bravery of the
regiment in this campaign is attested by the fact that no less than five
names connected with the two years of fighting are emblazoned on the
regimental colours.

The Seaforths were in the charge at Tel-el-Kebir, and in the second
Egyptian campaign of 1898 the first battalion was engaged both at
Atbara and Khartoum. In between these two wars the regiment saw much
service in the two Hazara wars and the campaign of Chitral. In South
Africa the Seaforths formed part of the Highland Brigade at
Magersfontein, and lost no less than 212 officers and men killed and
wounded in that disastrous action. Magersfontein was avenged at
Paardeberg, where the Seaforths took part in the rounding up and capture
of Cronje, following up this with the action at Poplar Grove and that of
Driefontein. In the next great capture of the war, that of Prinsloo in
the Wittebergen, the Seaforths played an active part, and from then on
to the end of hostilities the regiment was actively engaged, both in
blockhouse work and in the rounding up of the Boer forces. Up to 1902,
the regiment had won no less than eleven Victoria Crosses, while its
distinguished-conduct medals are too numerous to count.

For the campaign in France and Belgium, the Seaforths were brigaded with
the Irish Fusiliers, the Dublin Fusiliers, and the Warwickshire
Regiment, under command of Brigadier-General J. A. L. Haldane, D.S.O.,
who made a memorable escape from Pretoria during the last Boer war. That
the regiment is keeping up its traditions is instanced by the case of
one man who was found retiring to the rear, wounded in nine different
places. He wanted no sympathy, and asked for no help; all he wanted to
know was--who had won the St. Leger! One of his comrades, wounded also,
remarked that the Seaforths had "fairly made the Germans hop out of
their trenches when they charged with the bayonet." The enemy had no
idea that the British were so close on them till the Seaforths marched
out of a farmyard right into the firing line, and then the Germans did
not wait, but ran like cattle chased by dogs. "After marching for four
days, during which time we did not know where we were, we got into motor
cars and were taken to a position right under the very noses of the
Germans, who got the surprise of their lives when they saw the 'ladies
from hell,' as they called us on account of our kilts, advancing on
them."

Further, a man of the Dublin Fusiliers bears testimony to the fighting
qualities of the Seaforths. "It keeps up your spirit to be fighting with
such fellows," he says, "and they have fairly put fear into the Germans
with their bayonet charges. When there was any close fighting, and it
came to using the cold steel, the Germans ran from them like hares. Most
of the 'Jocks' now have beards, and with their kilts flying when they
charge they are a wild-looking lot." The writer of this adds his
evidence to the testimony that the Germans have no liking for bayonet
work. "They are big chaps, most of them, but have not got the heart for
it," he observes.

The actual route taken by the regiment, in the moves made by the British
forces since the war began, can be traced pretty accurately by means of
various personal accounts. The first of these accounts states that the
Seaforths were first engaged at Agincourt, where an advance party of
Germans took the regiment by surprise, and they were hotly engaged. The
Germans lost heavily, but were in very strong force, and at night the
Seaforths drew back to get a rest. Two days later, at Guise, the German
cavalry tried to break through the column which included the Seaforths,
but they were met with fixed bayonets and driven back, though the
British suffered heavy casualties.

Then "at La-Musa we had a stiff engagement with the German Crown
Prince's army on the right wing, and by the aid of their aeroplanes the
German gunners found our trenches, on which they kept up a heavy
cannonading for almost three hours. An attack was made by the German
cavalry, but our artillery mowed them down like hay--the slaughter was
something awful. We had to retire, however, and for twenty-eight miles
we marched without food before we got out of range of the enemy's guns.
After three hours' rest we advanced in an opposite direction to our line
of retreat, and proceeded to La Ferte, with the German cavalry in
pursuit. Crossing the river there we had a thrilling time, and just
crossed the bridge in time for the Royal Engineers to blow it up and
prevent the Germans crossing--a number of the Engineers were killed in
the explosion.

"We afterwards marched to Mons, having several skirmishes on the way,
and managed to capture a number of Germans and a field hospital. We saw
many signs of German barbarism on our march, and one sight I shall never
forget was that of a father and mother with a baby about two months old,
lying stabbed to death by bayonets on their doorstep. Frequently we took
women and children into the trenches for safety, and always they had a
terrible dread of the Uhlans. We Seaforths were on the right flank at
Mons, and one morning the Germans suddenly opened fire on us at three
o'clock. We fixed bayonets, and followed the Guards in skirmishing
order, passing over heaps of dead, and capturing German guns. But we
could not keep our positions, for the Germans were entrenched in masses
farther on, and we had to retire."

This account is rather muddled, for the writer speaks of days of
fighting and marching with skirmishes before the action at Mons. One
must sort out the various engagements mentioned and compare them with
the official account of the first engagements in order to arrive at an
estimate of the position in which the Seaforths began their fighting. On
the whole, however, the writer conveys a very good idea of the work of
those first few days--he was wounded in the retirement from Mons, and
thus his narrative ceases there.

The story is taken on by a man of the regiment who was captured during
the fighting on the Oise, and was sentenced by the enemy to be shot, but
managed to escape. Having lost his regiment, he attached himself to a
French unit, and kept with them for three weeks, in which time he saw
only three Englishmen, all lost like himself, and they commiserated
each other on not knowing the French language, and consequently being
unable to converse with their comrades in the firing line. In the town
from which the writer posted his letter, the Germans had looted all the
shops previous to the French reoccupation, while the British had blown
up a bridge, and the Germans in turn had sunk a number of French boats
in the canal to form a temporary bridge. The writer adds his evidence on
the subject of German cruelty.

Concerning an engagement on the Aisne, on the 13th of September, one of
the Seaforths who participated tells how his company had been resting
for the night in a farmhouse after having been on the move for seven or
eight days, and in the morning they went forward a march of three or
four miles, which brought them into range of the enemy's position, a
mile to the front. The regiment was ordered to take the German
position, and advanced in extended order across a clear field of fire,
when, fortunately for the attackers, the enemy's fire was so bad that
the losses were very slight. The advance was steadily maintained, until
at 300 yards' distance from the position the order was given to fix
bayonets. At that, "the Germans did not wait to say 'Good night,' but
simply ran, as they won't face the cold steel at any price." Still, a
number of the Seaforths were put out of action in the business, in which
the regiment gained all that they had been ordered to take. "It was a
great charge," says the man who tells of it. "No wonder so much is
thought of the Highland regiments, for it would have done your heart
good to hear the cheer that went up when the order was given to charge,
and the Germans did run. All I can say is that if we had been in their
position we should have waited for them to come upon us, and none of
them would ever have reached us, as I think our rifle fire is good
enough to stop any charge that might be made."

The same man tells of "a low, dirty trick" that the Germans played in
the course of this fight. Some of them put up a white flag, and when
about fifty of the Warwickshires went out to take the surrendered men
they opened fire with a machine gun and slaughtered the Warwicks. "That
is the kind of warfare the Germans like to carry on."

Thus runs the account of the 13th of September, and on the following
day, according to several accounts received, the colonel of the
regiment, Colonel Sir Evelyn Bradford, was killed--he has since been
mentioned in dispatches. The most circumstantial account is as follows:

"It was in the battle of the Aisne, when the Seaforths had taken up a
position near a wood, that the Germans began a heavy fire. The colonel
was standing with two other officers surveying the field of operations,
when he was struck by a shell and killed instantly. A lieutenant of the
Gordons, who was attached to the battalion, was killed, and a number of
the men were struck and wounded--in all, there were about thirty wounded
by the one explosion. They attempted to bury the colonel the same night,
but were prevented from their task by the heavy and continuous
shell-fire from the enemy." At about nine in the evening, however, a
burial party set out to lay the dead commander to rest up on the face of
a hill, near a large farmhouse which was the headquarters of the force
for the time. "Poor Colonel Bradford!" comments a member of the party;
"I cannot tell you how great our loss is. He was a brave commander, and
was killed while trying to safeguard his regiment. We could not fetch
his body in while daylight lasted, but at midnight we laid him, with two
other officers, to rest on their field of honour, on a hill-side
overlooking a valley of the river. It was a sad but glorious moment for
us to stand and hear the padre tell us that they had not shrunk from
their duty, and had fallen for the sake of their comrades. The next day
I found some Scotch thistle growing close by, and I plucked the blooms
to form a cross over the dead chieftain's grave."

Concerning this action of the 14th of September, another participant
tells that the British troops were steadily driving the Germans back,
and the company of the Seaforths to which he belonged had crossed the
river two days before, and were holding a ridge, though the enemy had a
great advantage in point of numbers. This man sent home a transcript of
a German officer's diary, which makes very interesting reading.

"_July 20._--At last the day! To have lived to see it! We are ready, let
come who may. The world race is destined to be German.

"_August 5._--Our losses to-day [before Liége] have been frightful.
Never mind, it is all allowed for. Besides, the fallen are only Polish
beginners, the spilling of whose blood will spread the war lust at
home--a necessary factor.

"_August 11._--And now for the English, used to fighting farmers. [A
reference to the Boer War.] To-night Wilhelm the Greater has given us
beautiful advice. You think each day of your Emperor, and do not forget
God. [Note the order in which the two are mentioned.] His Majesty should
remember that in thinking of him we think of God, for is not he the
Almighty's instrument in this glorious fight for right?

"_August 12._--This is clearly to be an artillery war, as we foresaw.
Infantry counts for nothing.

"_August 20._--The conceited English have ranged themselves up against
us at absurd odds, our airmen say. [This, it must be remembered, was
written concerning the time of the great retreat, when the German forces
were in overwhelming numerical superiority.]

"_August 25._--An English shell burst on a Red Cross wagon to-day--full
of English. Ha-ha! Serve the swine right. Still, they fight well. I
salute the officer who kept on swearing at Germany and her Emperor in
his agony--and then to ask calmly for a bath! These English! We have
scarcely time enough to bury our dead, so they are being weighted in the
river."

The writer of this diary was captured, so his entries extend no farther.
The way in which his views of "the conceited English" altered as time
went on is worthy of note.

A R.A.M.C. officer attached to the Seaforths gives an idea of the way in
which the regiment conducted its daily business. Each morning the
regiment would "stand to arms" at about three o'clock, and at four or
five o'clock the men would move on, either with or without
breakfast--which consisted of tea and biscuits, and bacon if there were
time to cook it. Sleeping accommodation varied in quality and extent
from night to night, ranging from a ploughed field or an orchard to the
floor of a deserted house. Often the men were so sleepy that they lay in
the road--quite contentedly, since they were allowed to lie.

"I am doing less than the men," adds the writer. "Just think of them:
march, march, march, and then when we sleep it falls to the lot of many
to guard the outposts with no chance of shelter, and then go on
marching through the next day, wet, and hoping to dry as they go. Only
the highest praise can be given to these men.

"At present [on the Aisne] we are entrenched. Our first day in this
place, where we have been for five days, was awful, for we were under
fire the whole of the day, with practically no protection, and our total
of killed and wounded amounted to seventy. The men never wavered, and
gaps were always filled. Grand are the Highland men, and grander still
will be the account they will render; I am lucky to be with such men."

These various accounts of the work of the regiment form a fairly
detailed description of the work at the Aisne. Of how the regiment was
moved up to the Flanders front there is no account to hand, but the work
done on the new front has been fairly fully described. First of all
comes the account of Captain Methven's death, which took place in the
fighting round Lille, where Captain Methven and his company were set to
drive the Germans from their trenches with the bayonet. The German
trenches were at the top of a steep little hill, and up this hill
Captain Methven rushed, with his men following. He paused at the edge of
the enemy's trenches and turned to wave the men on--they saw him
silhouetted against the skyline for a second, and then he fell, shot
through the heart at what must have been point-blank range. But the
trenches were won, the small force of Germans who had been holding them
surrendered--Captain Methven had not died in vain. "I had read about
this single-handed taking of a position," writes a spectator, "but until
I saw Captain Methven's action I thought these things only happened in
story-books."

A little later the brigade of which the 2nd Seaforths formed a part was
engaged in the storming of a position, an action in which they drove
back the enemy for several miles. For the greater part of the day the
British position had been commanded by the fire of the enemy, who held a
position on a hill in the neighbourhood and maintained a steady fire on
the British brigade. The brigade commander saw that if the enemy were
given time to bring up heavy artillery they would render their own
position impregnable and that of the British force untenable--the height
had to be taken that day, if at all. So the "Charge!" was sounded, and
the brigade advanced across the intervening ground, with the men
cheering and shouting as they rushed forward--and above all the rest of
the cries rose the "Caber-feidh," the rallying-cry of the Seaforths. The
German position was taken in about a quarter of an hour--and in rear
were a fleet of motor vehicles, in which the retreating Germans
decamped. Pursuit was out of the question, and there was only
snap-shooting at the flying enemy by way of consolation.

Beyond this the records of the regiment do not take us at present. There
remains, however, one record of "B" Company of the 2nd Battalion and its
work on the night of the 13th of October, a statement that may well be
included in this record of the doings of the Seaforths. It tells how the
company had to charge the enemy out of his trenches at the bayonet
point, which was done with some considerable loss of killed and wounded,
and the writer comments--"There was not a coward among us."

"But that was nothing to what we had last Tuesday [Oct. 20]. We were
digging trenches when we heard a volley of rifle fire come right over
us, and we got the order to stand to arms and advance. Their trenches
were situated in a row on a rise in a field, and we could not get our
range on them. In a minute the signal to charge went, and we all
scrambled up the hill to get at them. The first to get up was our
company officer, and he was hit. We all dived into their trenches at the
point of their rifles, shooting and stabbing, and then came the
onslaught. Some of them were too terrified to get out, while others
rushed out and were shot down, and the remainder sought refuge in a
house. They showed the white flag in a doorway, but we got the order not
to take any notice of it until some of their officers came out, and we
waved them in. About fifty surrendered. I am proud to say that we were
only one company. I shall never forget that charge as long as I live.
The General said--'Bravo, Seaforths! it was a grand charge.'"

Which forms a fitting final word as far as the Seaforths are concerned.

CHAPTER VIII

THE CAMERON HIGHLANDERS

Mr. Alan Cameron, a gentleman of Scotland in the eighteenth century,
fought a duel over which he was obliged to leave the British Isles,
whereupon he found employment in an irregular cavalry corps which
assisted the British in the American War of Independence. When the war
ended he returned to England, judging that the storm had blown over, and
at the time of the French Revolution he offered to raise a corps of
Highlanders for the British Army. The offer was accepted, and Cameron
raised 700 of his clansmen in Inverness-shire, a body which became the
79th Foot, and had its title altered in 1881 to the Cameron Highlanders.

The first active service undergone by the men of the regiment was in
Holland, where in 1794 under the Duke of York they fought against an
enemy greatly superior in numbers. Five years later the regiment again
went to Holland, to distinguish itself at the action of Egmont-op-Zee, a
name borne since that time on the regimental colours. This was followed
up by the expedition under Sir Ralph Abercromby to Egypt, whence
Napoleon and his army were driven out by the British. The Sphinx, with
"Egypt" inscribed on it, is borne by the Camerons, in common with some
other Highland regiments.

Copenhagen, at the capture of which the Camerons assisted in 1807, was
overshadowed as an exploit by the work of the "light company" of the
Camerons at Corunna in the following year. Talavera was a field in which
the Camerons had a share, as was Busaco, and the regiment helped in
holding the "lines" of Torres Vedras through the winter in which
Wellington lay at bay against Napoleon's marshals, to emerge in the
spring and force the French to retreat. At Fuentes d'Onor, after holding
the village in company with two other regiments against attack after
attack by the French, the Camerons were forced out by the flower of the
French Army, the Imperial Guard. When the fight was at its fiercest a
French soldier shot dead the colonel of the regiment, and at that the
Highlanders raised a cry of vengeance and swept away the famous Guard of
France.

From Salamanca to Toulouse the Camerons fought on through the rest of
the Peninsular campaign; they fought through Quatre Bras, and were among
the four regiments specially mentioned in dispatches by Wellington after
Waterloo. From that time, until 1854 called them to the Crimean
campaign, the men of the regiment had only peace service; but, in the
Highland Brigade under Sir Colin Campbell, the successors of the
Highlanders who had distinguished themselves at Waterloo proved that the
valour of the regiment was as great as ever, and at the battle of the
Alma the Camerons did gallant service.

Almost immediately after the Crimea came the Mutiny, and the Camerons
were among the first regiments to oppose the mutineers. At Mahomdie over
a hundred men of the regiment went down with sunstroke, and then at
Lucknow the mutineers had to be driven from house to house by bayonet
work--in which Scottish regiments have always excelled.

For the nine months that followed the work in Lucknow, the regiment was
almost constantly engaged with the enemy, especially at the battle of
Bareilly and the crossing of the Gogra and Rapti rivers. The Mohmund
and Kumasi campaigns came next, and in 1873 Queen Victoria presented the
regiment with new colours and conferred on it the title of the "Queen's
Own." Then in 1882 came the Egyptian campaign, and at Tel-el-Kebir a man
of the Camerons was first to fall in the dawn hour at which that action
began. The charge of the Camerons on the enemy's lines is a feat that
has been often described, and Lieutenant-Colonel Leith's cry of "Come
on, 79th!" has become historic.

In the attempt to rescue Gordon, and again in 1885, the Cameron
Highlanders continued their work in Egypt, and in 1893 Lochiel of
Cameron unveiled at Inverness a monument to the brave men of the
regiment who had fallen in Egypt. Four years later a second battalion
was raised, and in 1898 the 1st battalion again went up the Nile to
assist in the final Dervish overthrow. With "Remember General Gordon"
as their watchword, the Camerons shared in the battle of the Atbara, at
which Mahmoud's army was annihilated and Mahmoud himself taken prisoner.
Sharing in the onward march, the Camerons were present at Omdurman,
where the power of the Khalifa was finally broken, and the battalion
attended the memorial service held in Khartoum on September 4th of that
year in memory of General Gordon. Thence one company of the regiment
went up to Fashoda, and had the unique honour of representing the
British Army there at the time of the incident, now nearly forgotten,
which so nearly led to war with France.

It was not until March of 1900 that the Camerons landed at East London
to take part in the South African campaign, and they were then
incorporated in the 21st Brigade under General Bruce Hamilton. They
shared in the general advance to Pretoria, in the crossing of the Zand
River, the battle of Doorn Kop, and the engagement at Diamond Hill.
Later, they shared in the capture of Prinsloo in the Wittebergen, and in
the reliefs of Winburg and Ladybrand. Up to the end of the war the
Camerons were in the thick of things, and the men received the personal
thanks of General Sir Horace Smith-Dorrien for the work they had
performed while serving under him, and, what was more, for the fine
spirit in which that work had been done.

The most that can be done with regard to locating the Camerons in France
is to state that they formed a part of the First Division, and that when
the Allies took the offensive the Camerons took the place of the
Munsters; also that they have acted in very close conjunction with the
Black Watch, with whom, it is highly probable, they were brigaded. At
Mons the Black Watch formed the first line, and, as they lost a
considerable number of men, the Camerons were moved up by way of
support, when thirteen men of the battalion were killed and wounded. In
the course of the great retreat there were as many as 300 men missing at
one time, but parties of ten and twelve came in later and reduced the
apparent losses. When nearing Soissons in the course of the retreat, the
Black Watch were made the object of an encircling movement by the enemy,
but they escaped with the aid of the 117th Battery R.F.A. and that of
some of the Camerons. One man of the Black Watch had crossed the Aisne
in the retreat, and was wounded while lying out in the open to fire, and
a Cameron man stood by him and assisted him to the rear at the cost of
three wounds to himself.

These slight incidents are all that can be gleaned with regard to the
actual movements of the Camerons at the time of the retreat. Several
minor incidents, however, have come to light, and of these many bear on
the German abuse of the white flag and of all the recognised rules of
war. On one occasion Germans were seen walking between the
trenches--their own and the British--carrying stretchers; and, under the
assumption that they were carrying wounded, firing was stopped for the
time. It was discovered, however, that instead of wounded the supposed
ambulance men were carrying machine guns on their stretchers, and at the
same time they showed the Red Cross flag. On the other hand, such of the
enemy as have been taken prisoners by the Camerons on the retreat told
their captors that they expected to be shot at once, having been told by
their officers that that would be their fate if they fell into the
enemy's hands.

It appears that there is plenty of humour among the Cameron men on the
battlefield. "It's very funny," says one of them, "to hear a Frenchman
try to sing 'Tipperary.' It fairly stumps them, but they do their best.
The two favourite songs with our boys are 'Tipperary' and the
Marseillaise. You should see a Frenchman when he hears that--he goes
fairly daft. These Frenchmen seem terribly loungy to look at, but they
are good fighters, for all that. They go smashing into it, and their
artillery is the best out there. But our officers are a fine lot, the
best set of men I ever came across. They do their share."

Thus, discursively, a wounded Cameron man told of the incidentals of the
fighting in France--the earlier days. Then comes a fairly detailed
account of the battle of the Marne, in which the first three days,
Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, are described as "pretty much
preliminary," but on Tuesday the brigade of which the Camerons formed a
part went out to meet the enemy, and drove them back, capturing about
six hundred prisoners and eight guns. The ground was sodden with rain,
and the Camerons lay out in the harvest fields taking cover behind the
standing sheaves of corn, while the German artillery rained out shells
on them, not even stopping when their own infantry advanced on the
British troops. "We got it very rough, and a man beside me--one of our
battalion--went out to help an officer who was badly wounded, but just
as he got up to the officer he dropped. Our fellows were falling all
round, and at about ten in the morning I got my dose. During the day the
fighting round where I was lying fell off a bit, but I had to lay on the
ground until dark, when another chap, who saw I couldn't move, came over
to make me a bed of straw and get me comfortable. But before he could
get my bed made a bullet got him through the spine, and he tumbled over
in a heap--stone dead. I was lucky to get out of it, for the Germans
were firing on our ambulance men. They had snipers lying among our