remembered the gray barracks at Limerick and the incessant drill.

At last we marched back through the docks and aboard the Canada. Next
morning we were sailing far away upon a blue sea. Just a glimpse of
the city of wonderful colour and we were once more creeping closer and
closer to the mystery of our unknown venture.

Many of us would never pass that way again--and each one wondered
sometimes if he would be claimed by that Mechanical Death which none
of us fully realised.

Only a few short hours--a day or two longer--and we should be plunged
into battle. A bullet for one, shrapnel for another, dysentery for a
third, a bayonet or death from weakness and starvation.

The great game of luck was gathering faster and faster. We loafed
about on deck and wondered where we were going and what it would be
like . . . our minds were thinking of the immediate future. Each one
tried to make out he didn't care, but each one was thinking upon the
same subject--his luck, fate, kismet. How many would return to old
England--should I be one; or would the Eastern sunshine blaze down
upon my decomposing body on some barren sandy shore?

We passed many of the Greek Islands--some came up pink and mauve out
of the sea, others were green with vineyards; once or twice a little
triangular-sailed boat bobbed along the coast.

The uncertainty was a strain, and we felt utterly cut off, until at
last we sighted a sandy streak, and later a line of volcanic-looking
peaks--the Isle of Lemnos.