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May 7. A quiet morning with rain clouds and sun-
shine. We came into Marseilles harbour about 8.30
a.m. It is said that the captain of the boat celebrated
our safe arrival by bursting into tears on the bridge.

May 5. Musso. (Rest camp outside Marseilles.) Yes-
terday afternoon we marched away from the docks at
3.15 and got here at 6.30. The troops were childishly
excited by seeing a European city after being in the
East so long. The bright green plane trees along the
streets ga^e them particular pleasure. Everyone seems
delighted and refreshed also by being able to read
yesterday's Daily Mail But it doesn't cheer me to
read that "we advanced our line a little nearer Mor-
lancourt, a position of great tactical importance".
Two years ago we were living there, and it was five
miles behind our Front Line.

Marseilles is a very pleasant looking place with its
climbing streets and the grey hills behind. I went
there this afternoon. Inspected the Zoological Gar-
dens, as I couldn't think of anywhere else to go! Not
much there, owing to the War. In one of the aviaries,
among a lot of bright-plumaged little birds, there was
a blackbird; looking rather the worse for wear, he sat
and sang his heart out, throwing his head back and
opening his yellow bill wide, quite oblivious of the
others. Somehow he made me think of a prisoner of

May 10. (n p.m.] The Battalion entrained and left
Marseilles yesterday afternoon. The train has been
rumbling along all day through the Rhone country,
green and lovely with early summer. Now it goes on
in the dark, emitting eldritch shrieks which echo along
the valleys. It was a blue and white day and nightin-
gales were singing from every bush and thicket. I hear
one now, while the train has stopped, warbling in the