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hunted the hounds, and the result \\*a& iiuit 1 had a
nice little scramble over a rough country about eigh-
teen miles away from the army hut where I oughi to
have been putting on paper such great thought a,s
"gas projectors consist of drums full of liquid .vas
fired by trench-mortars set at an angle of forty-hve

In the afternoon the hounds were drawing slowly
along some woods above the river which flowed wide
and rain-swollen down long glens and reaches in a
landscape that was all grey-green and sad and lonely.
I thought what a haunted ancient sort of land it was.
It seemed to go deep into my heart while I looked at
it, just as it had done when I gazed at the castle ruins
at Adare.

In the county club that evening I got into conver-
sation with a patrician-faced old parson. We were
alone by the smoking-room fire, and after he'd been
reminiscing delightfully about hunting it transpired
that he had a son in the Cameronians. And I dis-
covered that this son of his had been one of the officers
in the headquarters dug-out in the Hindenburg trench
while I was waiting to go up to the bombing attack
in which I was wounded.

We agreed that this was a remarkable coincidence.
It certainly felt like a queer little footnote to my last
year's experience, and the old gentleman laughed
heartily when I said to him "If life was like Alice in
Wonderland, I suppose I should have said to your son
ónot CI think I once met your father in Ireland'
but el think in nine months' time I shall be talking
to your father in the county club at Cork'." We then
decided that on the whole it was just as well that the
Almighty had arranged that homo sapiens should be
denied the power of foreseeing the future.