one said that five people, probably those who had been living in the house, had been killed here in March, 1915. And from the one below it, I gathered that three soldiers who had been passing through the village and had stopped in the house over night, had lost their lives in a bombardment in July, 1916 . . . . I went upstairs afterwards and was surprised to find a crop of hay growing in the front bed-room. Then I climbed up on the roof and took several photographs of Mont Haut when a lot of shells were breaking upon its summit. I got another rather interesting picture during the morning. This was of the church in St. Hilare le Grand, between here and Pont Suippes. Most of the steeple has been shot away but the old clock is still hanging there, suspended only by the cement on one side. We know the exact time the building was shelled, for the hands point to half-past one.
My twenty-four hours were up an hour ago, and no one has come to relieve me as yet. I can't complain though, for I would be late too, if I were having a good breakfast.
