snow, moderation is imposed on every one till they are under cover. Otherwise a local battle might have developed—and what is the use of local battles where both sides are stuck in the mud, and no help can be sent to either? This question would be put to the Staff when, from the comfortable security of their decent dug-outs, they lectured the front-line, and were invited mirthfully to come up and experiment for themselves.
The Battalion had eleven wounded in three days, and returned to Bronfay to find their allotted camp already filled up by Gunners. Then there was confusion and argument, and the quartermaster—notable even among quartermasters—"procured" fuel and braziers and got the men more or less warmed and fed. "The muddle," says the Diary sternly, "was due to no proper arrangements being made to find out to whom Camp 108 belonged before the battalions were moved into them." Thus, on paper at least, did the front line get back at the Staff.
They returned to the Combles area on the 18th, relieved their sister-battalion in less than three hours, and in fine frosty weather, helped by the enemy's inactivity, improved the trenches, lost five killed and one wounded, and on their return found Camp 108 also "improved" and devoid of Gunners.
The year closed well. Their Christmas turn (December 25-27, when they missed their Christmas dinners) was almost bloodless. The reliefs went smoothly, and though a thaw made the trenches cave here and there, but four men were wounded, and in their New Year turn, only one.
About Christmas the Brigade, to their deep regret, lost their Brigadier-General, C. Pereira—promoted to command the Second Division, and in him, one of the best friends that they ever had. He knew the Battalion very personally, appreciated its value, and fought for its interests with devotion and a strong hand.
Nothing is said in the Diary of any attempts on the enemy's part to fraternise, and the New Year was "seen in without any incident," which means that no
