and American Help--French Casualties--French Heroes.


One enters France nowadays by the Folkestone and Dieppe route, which is
a four-hour Channel trip or longer, or by Folkestone and Boulogne, a
Channel trip of ninety minutes more or less. All the routes to Calais
are used by the government for its troops, supplies, and munitions.
England's hospital base is at Boulogne. Here is the center of her Red
Cross work, with a dozen big hospital ships commandeered from the P. &
O. line and bearing distinctive stripes around their hulls. One
hospital ship is set apart for the wounded Indians, and the apartments
within are fitted up according to the various religious castes
prevalent among the troops of India now fighting in France and
Flanders. Here at times puts in Lord Zetland's yacht, fitted out by
Queen Alexandra for wounded English officers.

When you travel by rail, if you did not know that war was in the
country you would never suspect it, unless you wondered why a
red-hatted, blue-coated guard, with a rifle carelessly swung over his
shoulder, is noticeable now and then by a cross-road or near the
buttress of an important railroad bridge. You pass trains of troops,
but the uniforms are quiet, the men jovial and unwarlike. The wounded
are not conspicuously moved by day.

Although you are not many miles away from the firing line, where an
average of more than ten thousand are daily falling, the country is as
peaceful and quiet as can be imagined. The big black and white horses
are winter ploughing. The red and black cattle and the sheep and hogs
are grazing in fields and pastures. The reddening willows speak of an
early spring, and the full blue streams tell the brown grasses, and the