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“Traveller, hast thou ever seen so great a grief as
mine?” . . . . . . Frontispiece

“What are those dots on the sun?” Doctor Freeman
  shouted to me

The upturned roots of an old tree were just in front

“The last seen of Dale he was gathering together a
  crowd of little children”

“The boys call her ’The Woman with Sandwiches
  and Sympathy’”

What was the difference?  He had gotten a letter

One night I had the privilege of seeing a plane caught
  by the search-light

The air-raid had not dampened her sense of humor

I

SILHOUETTES OF SONG

The great transport was cutting its sturdy way through three dangers:  the submarine zone, a terrific storm beating from the west against its prow, and a night as dark as Erebus because of the storm, with no lights showing.

I had the midnight-to-four-o’clock-in-the-morning “watch” and on this night I was on the “aft fire-control.”  Below me on the aft gun-deck, as the rain pounded, the wind howled, and the ship lurched to and fro, I could see the bulky forms of the boy gunners.  There were two to each gun, two standing by, with telephone pieces to their ears, and six sleeping on the deck, ready for any emergency.  The greatcoats made them look like gaunt men of the sea as they huddled against their guns, watching, waiting.  I wondered what they could see in that impenetrable darkness, if a U-boat could even survive in that storm; but Uncle Sam never sleeps in these days, and this transport was especially worth watching, for it carried a precious cargo of wounded officers and men back to the homeland, west bound.

For an hour I had heard no sound from the boys on the gun-deck below me.  When I was on watch in the daylight I knew them to be just a great crowd of fine, buoyant, happy American lads, full of pranks and play and laughter, but they were strangely silent to-night as the ship ploughed through the storm.  The storm seemed to have made men of them.  They were just boys, but American boys in these days become men overnight, and acquit themselves like men.

I watched their silent forms below me with a great feeling of wonderment and pride.  The ship lurched as it swung in its zigzag course.  Then suddenly I heard a sweet sound coming from one of the boys below me.  I think that it was big, raw-boned “Montana” who started it.  It was low at first and, with the storm and the vibrations of the ship, I could not catch the words.  The music was strangely familiar to me.  Then the boy on the port gun beside “Montana” took the old hymn up, and then the two reserve gunners who were standing by, and then the gunners on the starboard side, and I caught the old words of: