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donkeys loaded with blankets for the troops. At the
first halt (Latron, at the foot of the hills) I munched
my food in a ruined garden by a stream; frogs croak-
ing and strange notes of birds; wild flowers out,

About 2.30 we entered Jerusalem, Not a very holy
looking place. Went straight through into another
region of desolate looking hills. Marshall remarked
that he wished he'd brought his ruddy Bible with
him now. Ramallah is 8 miles north of Jerusalem,
on the tof> of a hill. Taken by us two months ago.
Divisional H.Q. a large house with a line of cypresses.
Weather cold, grey, and rainy. Yellow flaring sunset.
Hills faint purple. Strange medley of soldiers and
inhabitants in the narrow village street at dusk. Some
of the Hebrews very handsome. Lonely glens and
ravines all around, sad and silent, and the hilltops
hoary in the twilight. No sound of artillery. In the
muddy road I stopped and talked to a man I hadn't
seen since I was in the Yeomanry, now a sergeant
attached to Divn. H.Q,. When I last saw him we were
both privates, and in the same troop. That was nearly
three and a half years ago, and seems a longish time.
They have been made into Infantry, like the bat-
talion I am joining*

March 13* Very wet morning* Our little tent became
flooded and miserable, so I went out. Sat in a tent for
nearly an hour talking to a private (Middlesex Regi-
ment) while it rained. Told me he'd been twelve
years in America with a circus, training trick horses.
Gave a gloomy account of the Line here. Very bad
country for troops, great hardships, and not much to
eat! About noon the sun came out and I walked away
from the village. With the better weather the country
showed itself as much nicer than it had looked from a
distance. Along the stony terraces there are innumer-