版权信息 ILLUSTRATIONS AN INTRODUCTION MAINLY ABOUT SCOUTS PART I "THE CALL TO ARMS" CHAPTER I THE CALL REACHES SOME FAR-OUT AUSTRALIANS CHAPTER II AN ALL-BRITISH SHIP CHAPTER III HUMAN SNOWBALLS CHAPTER IV TRAINING-CAMP LIFE CHAPTER V CONCENTRATED FOR EMBARKATION CHAPTER VI MANY WEEKS AT SEA PART II EGYPT CHAPTER VII THE LAND OF SAND AND SWEAT CHAPTER VIII HELIOPOLIS CHAPTER IX THE DESERT CHAPTER X PICKETING IN CAIRO CHAPTER XI "NIPPER" PART III GALLIPOLI CHAPTER XII THE ADVENTURE OF YOUTH CHAPTER XIII THE LANDING THAT COULD NOT SUCCEED—BUT DID CHAPTER XIV HOLDING ON AND NIBBLING CHAPTER XV THE EVACUATION CHAPTER XVI "SHIPS THAT PASS…" PART IV THE WESTERN FRONT CHAPTER XVII FERRY POST AND THE SUEZ CANAL DEFENSES CHAPTER XVIII FIRST DAYS IN FRANCE… CHAPTER XIX THE BATTLE OF FLEURBAIX… CHAPTER XX DAYS AND NIGHTS OF STRAFE CHAPTER XXI THE VILLAGE OF SLEEP CHAPTER XXII THE SOMME CHAPTER XXIII THE ARMY'S PAIR OF EYES CHAPTER XXIV NIGHTS IN NO MAN'S LAND CHAPTER XXV SPY-HUNTING CHAPTER XXVI BAPAUME AND "A BLIGHTY" PART V HOSPITAL LIFE CHAPTER XXVII IN FRANCE CHAPTER XXVIII IN LONDON CHAPTER XXIX THE HOSPITAL-SHIP CHAPTER XXX IN AUSTRALIA CHAPTER XXXI USING AN IRISHMAN'S NERVE PART VI MEDITATIONS IN THE TRENCHES CHAPTER XXXII THE RIGHT INFANTRY WEAPONS CHAPTER XXXIII THE FORCING-HOUSE OF BESTIALITY CHAPTER XXXIV THE PSYCHOLOGY OF FEAR CHAPTER XXXV THE SPLENDOR OF THE PRESENT OPPORTUNITY CHAPTER XXXVI NOT A FIGHT FOR "RACE" BUT FOR "RIGHT" CHAPTER XXXVII "KEEPING FAITH WITH THE DEAD"
We flew the Dutch flag, we were registered in a Dutch port, but every timber in that British-built ship creaked out a protest, and there paced the quarter-deck five registered Dutchmen who could not croak "Gott-verdammter!" if their lives depended on it, and who guzzled "rice taffle" in a very un-Dutch manner. Generally they forgot that they had sold their birthright. Ever their eyes turned southward, which was homeward, and only the mention of the Labor party brought to their minds the reason for leaving their native land. Each visit to port rubbed in the fact that they were now Dutchmen, as there were always blue papers to be signed and fresh taxes to be paid. There were times when the black cloud was upon him and our voices were hushed to whispers lest the vibration should cause it to break in fury on our own heads—then he would flog the crew with a wire hawser, and his language would cause the paint to blister on the deck. At other times the memory of his "mother" would steal over his spirit and in a sweet tenor he would croon the old-time hymns and the old ship would creak its loving accompaniment, and the unopened shell-fish would waft the incense heavenward. We believed most of his ill temper was due to the foreign flag hanging at our stern that the Sydney-built ship was ever trying to hide beneath a wave. He had sailed every sea, with no other flag above him than the Union Jack, and felt maybe that even his misdeeds deserved not the covering of less bright colors. It was like a ringmaster fallen on hard times having to act the part of "clown." But needs must where necessity drives, and as his own country would have none of him, he was tolerant of the flag that hid him from the "sleuths" of British law. "For ours shall be Jerusalem, the golden city blest, The happy home of which we've sung, in every land and every tongue, When there the pure white cross is hung, Great spirits shall have rest."
