CHAPTER XI


THE KAPANJA SIRT


One had his stomach blown out, and the other his chest blown in. The
two bodies lay upon the sand as we stepped down.

The metallic rattle of the firing-line sounded far away. We man-
handled all our medical equipment and stores from the hold of the
lighter to the beach.

We had orders to "fall in" the stretcher-bearers, and work in open
formation to the firing-line.

The Kapanja Sirt runs right along one side of Suvla Bay. It is one
wing of that horse-shoe formation of rugged mountains which hems in
the Anafarta Ova and the Salt Lake.

Our searching zone for wounded lay along this ridge, which rises like
the vertebrae of some great antediluvian reptile--dropping sheer down
on the Gulf of Saros side, and, in varying slopes, to the plains and
the Salt Lake on the other.

Here again small things left a vivid impression--the crack of a rifle
from the top of the ridge, and a party of British climbing up the