sky-line!

Above the bulwark of each ship, all the way along it, thus, was a
line of khaki. Ahead of us that was helmets. To our right and left
and behind us it was turbans. The men of each ship wondered at all
the others. And most of all, I think, we wondered at the great gray
war-ships plunging in the distance; for none knew whence they had
come; we saw none in Bombay when we started. It was not a sight for
the tongue to explain, sahib, but for a man to carry in his heart. A
sight never to be forgotten. I heard no more talk about a poor
beginning.

We came to Aden, and stopped to take on coal and water. There was no
sign of excitement there, yet no good news. It was put in Orders of
the Day that the Allies are doing as well as can be expected pending
arrival of re-enforcements; and that is not the way winners speak.
Later, when we had left Aden behind, our officers came down among us
and confessed that all did not go well. We said brave things to
encourage them, for it is not good that one's officers should doubt.
If a rider doubts his horse, what faith shall the horse have in his
rider? And so it is with a regiment and its officers.

After some days we reached a narrow sea--the Red Sea, men call it,
although God knows why--a place full of heat and sand-storms, shut
in on either hand by barren hills. There was no green thing any-
where. There we passed islands where men ran down to the beach to
shout and wave helmets--unshaven Englishmen, who trim the lights. It
must have been their first intimation of any war. How else can they
have known of it? We roared back to them, all of the men on all of
the ships together, until the Red Sea was the home of thunder, and