From that bed cut in the hillside, I watched the morning growing out of night. Again—and still again—new sights, new sounds were born. The curves among the hills took shape; the waters moved into life; and from a grey distance rose the faint peaks of Imbros. The bay filled with vessels—small and great. Cruisers and churlish battleships man?uvred from point to point; and scouts4 and destroyers sped along a thoroughfare where mine-sweepers, trawlers, tugboats, colliers,[147] barges5, pontoons, lifeboats, and rowing-boats jostled one another all the way. The transports rode beyond this highway, with thin smoke lines creeping to the sky; and with them waited the hospital ships for the burden the day would bring. While yet I watched, morning fully6 broke. I threw aside the blanket, and sat up; and put out a hand for my boots.
The beach quickly resembled the market-place of a town. Men in groups or singly hurried this way and that—Red Cross men bore wounded on stretchers, Indians led mules8, sailors in parties hauled ashore9 guns and their waggons10, artillerymen loaded themselves with ammunition12, infantrymen formed up for a return to the trenches14, Greeks stabled donkeys, Army Service men stacked high piles of bully15 beef and tins of biscuit. Guns and limbers blocked the way, lines of wounded lay beneath the shelter of the cliffs, farther on were ingathering vast stores of provisions, and farther yet tanks for fresh water stood where the waves lapped the pebbles16.
Sacks of flour were thrown into growing heaps, and beside them sacks of sugar. Cases of tea were dumped upon the sand. Cheeses were arriving, and sides of bacon. Sheets of tin roofing lay on one another, waiting for the shins of the unwary.
Men loaded lengths of wood for bomb-proof roofings and men staggered under bales of hay. Gangs of sappers drove roads along the hillsides, and telephonists ran wires from bush to bush. Infantry13 parties bore sandbags on their heads[148] towards the firing line, and other parties trudged17 uphill, loaded with water-bottles. Men mooched round with rifles on their backs, and men were there with picks and shovels18. The murmurs19 of life rose up like a mighty20 ocean tide.
The hillside, too, awoke: it became peopled with men drawing on shirts and pulling at boots. Blue blankets appeared on half the bushes, waiting for the tardy21 sun; later wisps of smoke curled up from fifty places. Already our gunners were lingering round their guns, placing last sandbags along the parapets, and stacking the ammunition brought by men toiling22 up the hill. I was surprised at all that had gone forward while I slept. The guns were lowered nearly to the ground level, and protected by heavy ramparts of earth and sandbags, masked with leafy boughs23. Trenches for approach ran out, and telephone wires linked up the observing station. The funk-holes for the gunners ran beside the guns.
Now at last, if reluctantly, the sun got up. I could not see him, but his beams came creeping round the corner. They made the bushland warm and cheerful, and the damp fled away from the patches of brown earth which appeared in places on the hills. The insects came out from cracks and crevices24, and set briskly on new travels; and the little birds which were lovemaking in the greener puffed25 their breasts out, and chirruped with morning confidence. It was going to be a tropic day.
The cook, however he was, had boiled some tea and fried rashers of bacon. He sent me a “Cooee,”[149] and I went over with a mess tin. There were half a dozen about the fire holding out pannikins for filling; and Hawkins was crouched27 among the ashes, stirring an evil-looking mess meant for Welsh rabbit. He was too interested to look up; but the others greeted me with “Well, and how are things?” I did not feel talkative myself, and answered by an all-round nod.
There were two rashers of bacon each, and as many biscuits as a man wanted. I went back to my funk-hole, balancing the biscuits and bacon in one hand and a pot of tea in the other.
Just then the old balloon went up.
I had grown so used to the perpetual musketry fire that I no longer heard it; and though the enemy still shelled us in a casual manner, they were overshooting the mark, and most of their endeavours ended in the sea. Sometimes, with a whizz and a bang, a hail of bullets descended28 on the beach, and some poor fellow would fall down, and maybe two or three others hobble away; but this was very seldom. From where we sat eating on the hillside we received no more notice than the tunes29 of shells in their passage, the hum of strayed bullets, and the sounds of an angry beehive when a machine gun sent part of a charge through space.
But just now one of the battleships drew to a standstill and swung slowly about; and even while I poured the pannikin of tea in joyous30 stream down my throat, with a roar like the last trump31 she vomited32 a thousand-pound shell half-across[150] the peninsula. As I stopped choking, a cruiser took up the running; and behold33 another round in the battle had begun.
I hurried breakfast after this, and hung within call of the observing station. The other fellows too seemed to think our ball would soon open, for they stretched jaws35 wide on the biscuits and bacon, and that duty done, collected the flags and telephones. The usual abuse was exchanged when nothing could be found.
“What the hell have you done with those flags? Can’t you leave a blasted cove36’s things alone for a minute? They were there before breakfast!”
“I’ve not touched your damned things. You want a nurse, you do!”
The colonel, the adjutant, the sergeant37-major, and Wilkinson, as telephonist, climbed presently up to the brigade observing station. Not far away, and lower down, Major Felix, his sergeant-major, and telephonist took possession of a dug-out—the B Battery observing station was higher up, to the left hand. The whole position was congested, but where was the room? A dozen yards below the brigade observing station Eaves curled himself up, his head fastened to a telephone running to Divisional Artillery11; and I received orders to perch38 myself half-way between him and the observing station, under the shelter of an overhanging ledge39.
The bombardment grew in volume: battleship after battleship engaged a target. Like a colossal40 thunderstorm the explosions roared around the[151] bay. The very ground was a-tremble. Now the veteran Triumph opened fire; and the Queen Elizabeth drew farther out and came to a standstill. I became aware that the sun was mounting and his beams had turned unpleasantly fierce. There was not a puff26 of wind, there was not a cloud in the sky; and the blue waters of Saros were without ruffle41 or furrow42. I became aware that the musketry was more intense, and that machine guns were opening in sharp bursts along the lines. We for our part were ready now—the gunners waiting in the funk-hole behind the guns, the section commanders at their posts, Major Felix megaphone in hand. But still no order for us came through.
The effect of the ships’ fire quickly became apparent, insomuch as the enemy woke up with a vengeance43, and answered with salvos of shrapnel and lyddite, following hard on one another’s heels, and coming over our heads with a rush and a bang which were unholy, to say the least.
Many of the salvos fell about the craft in the bay, but some were better timed, and poured into the bushes, sending us close into whatever shelter was handy, or hissed44 on to the crowded beach, where there was a sporting chance of bagging anything from generals to tin cans. May be after a lucky shot a riot would start among the mules, or some poor chap would go to his Maker45 or fall down winged: and then would go forward a cry for stretcher-bearers and Red Cross men. Or may be a party hauling at some gun would scatter46[152] without warning behind a pile of stores, like mice into a hole. Yet in that bustling47 thoroughfare it was strange how few were the accidents.
Long ago conversation had grown impossible; but there would be moments of silence when from the head of the valley descended very plainly the frantic48 splutter of musketry, the fierce bursts of machine guns, and the game barking of our little Indian mountain batteries. Also at such times there rose up many strange cries from the beach. Then I could hear distinctly the loud buzz of the wireless49 plant calling to the navy what targets to engage. By now we gunners were all close in our funk-holes; but the road from the valley was still populous50 with long processions of wounded toiling to the Red Cross headquarters below.
An infantry fellow in fighting order and with a haversack on his back came scrambling51 up the hill just then, found room beside me and planted himself there. He could not speak for panting and was ready to break down; but the place he secured was fairly well protected, and confidence came back with breath. I glanced over him as he crouched there: he was a thin, weakly-bred fellow, and plainly a liar52. I said nothing to him because he was upset, and because the sun was getting too hot for talking; but I went on watching the beach very hard.
“Halloa, cobber,” he said at last.
“Hallo,” I answered, and turned towards him.
He looked at me out of palest blue eyes. “I[153] just come from the firing line,” he said. “It’s murder there. What are you blokes doing?”
“Going to shoot soon, I suppose,” said I.
“You ought ter be up in the firin’ line. They could do with you.”
“Oh!” I answered.
“Gettin’ any losses here?”
“Most of the fire is going over, but we’ll be shooting in a minute or two, and that ought to open the ball in earnest.”
He said nothing to this; but soon, very soon, he was up and creeping away. He passed from view, but not towards the firing line.
Yes, it was going to be a hot day. I pushed my finger into the neck of my shirt, which already was clammy with perspiration53. A haze54 had fallen over the more distant parts of the bay; and round my ears a solitary55 fly buzzed with persistence56 worthy57 of a nobler cause. Neither shrapnel nor lyddite could move him. Yes, it was going to be a hot day!
Orders were through. Just near me someone called out: it was Major Felix, a megaphone to his mouth. He shouted something, and I caught most of it.
“Infantry advancing! Aiming point, left ridge58 of Battleship Hill! Line of fire, twenty degrees three-ough minutes right. Corrector one-five-ough——three-six hundred! Angle of sight three degrees one-ough minutes elevation59! One round battery fire!”
The section commander saluted60, and cried to his sergeants61, the sergeants, kneeling at the trails,[154] saluted and turned to the gunners. No. 3, on the left seat, laid the gun; No. 6 set the fuse, and No. 5 passed the shell to No. 4. No. 2, on the right-hand seat, opened the breech, No. 4 pushed home the shell, No. 2 closed the breech again. Then came a pause, then “Fire” was given, though I could not hear it. But there followed a mighty uproar62, which seemed to beat the ground and plunge63 back again on to my ears, the boughs about the guns sprang into the air, long tongues of flame leaped forth64, and the gun-barrels slid backwards65 and into place again.
The seconds went by. Again Major Felix was shouting. “C gun five minutes more left! Shorten corrector six! drop two-ough-ough! Repeat!”
“What?” the section commander shouted.
“C Gun Five Minutes More Left! Shorten Corrector Six! drop Two-ough-ough! Repeat!”
“What?” the section commander shouted.
“C GUN FIVE MINUTES MORE LEFT! SHORTEN CORRECTOR SIX! drop TWO-OUGH-OUGH! REPEAT!”
The section commander saluted and turned to his sergeants, the sergeants saluted and directed the gunners, and again the yellow flames stabbed the air, and the uproar seemed to rebound66 and strike me.
A third time the order came: “C gun two minutes more left! drop five-ough! Gunfire!”
We were into it with a vengeance now: by land, by sea equally engaged. Never a moment[155] slackened the enemy fire: rather the sky became more terrible with the voices of travelling shells, and more beautiful with delicate bursts of shrapnel. At intervals67 mighty howitzer shells rumbled68 solemnly through space, and plunged69 into the sea amid columns of spray. We gunners must soon have made ourselves unwelcome, for the enemy guns started to search for us, and quickly the game of hide and seek became too hot for pleasure. I was still perched under the projecting ledge; but my time was coming. Eaves lifted up his transmitter and began to call—“’Ullo ’Ullo!” A message was coming through from Divisional Artillery. Presently, receiver at ear, Eaves wrote it heavily down. Next he read it slowly through. He was quite undisturbed: he was a good man, was Eaves. Then he beckoned70 me. “’Ere you are,” he said, holding out the message in a hairy hand.
I took the paper and began to crawl up the bank to the observing station. Matters were livelier than ever in the open. Shells were bursting like the devils of hell, and rifle bullets went by with the slashing71 sound of steel drawn72 tightly on steel. The ascent73 was a matter of seconds, and I leaned over the edge of the dug-out. Wilkinson, telephone at ear, lay in a half-moon in a funk-hole of his own; and in the main funk-hole sat the colonel, adjutant, and sergeant-major with maps across their knees. An argument was going on. News was through we were shelling our own infantry. “They’re dirty liars74!” I heard the colonel burst out—and then the message was[156] taken in, and I was beckoned away by a quick gesture.
Round I went again, and down the hill. The major was shouting once more.
“Aiming point, straight edge of Gaba Tepeh! Two degrees four-five minutes elevation! Corrector one-four-five-three-four hundred! One round battery fire!”
The guns roared out, the long flames stabbed the air. A call came—“One gun out of action, sir.” “What’s wrong?” “What?” “What’s wrong?” “Finding out!” “All guns seven degrees more left. Shorten corrector six! drop one-fifty! Gunfire!”
I had kept small account of the time, for I discovered next that the morning was growing old. I had no watch; but the sun had moved well across to our right hand, and the last patches of shade were disappearing. I blew into the hot air, and pushed a hand across my forehead. Still the cannonade went on, still the earth trembled, still the voice behind called out new orders. “Last target was F. Next target will be registered as H” fell on my dazed ears.
Then I noticed an aeroplane coming up from the south over the Turkish lines. Tender puffs75 of shrapnel followed its course. A second one sailed far to the left, a dot in a hazy76 distance. The man in the balloon still watched away, well out of reach of the longest gun. Presently the aeroplanes faded from sight, and I went back to the old pastime of staring at the beach.
Heat and howitzers, shrapnel and sunstroke,[157] alike could not affect the buzzing throng77 there. From my perch I looked down on to another world. Directly below lay the Red Cross jetty whence pinnaces towed long strings78 of boats to the hospital ships. A white flag with a red cross waved at the jetty end. The boats lay into the sides, and the wounded men were borne along the planking, and placed in rows upon the decks. Unhappily, the spot was searched by enemy fire, and more than one poor fellow, who had survived long suffering, met his end lying there while the boats filled up. The wharf79 was in charge of a naval80 party, with a short-tempered old brute81 in blue jacket and white trousers in command. He stood in the middle of the thoroughfare, indifferent to everything, and bellowed82 through a megaphone at the Red Cross men. I thought if anything happened to him there, Old Nick would have a rough time down below. Whenever the firing lulled85, up came his voice.
“I am taking severe stretcher cases only. Forward some severe stretcher cases. Yes, sir, I said stretcher cases only. My God, sir, are you the fool or am I?” And he added something else I won’t put down. Then would come another lull84. “Now I shall take some standing-up cases.”
As fast as the pinnaces and their loads steamed to sea, new boats put into harbour; and throughout the day the procession of stretchers moving to the wharf did not stop. As the boats filled with recumbent men, all odd spaces were taken by those who still could stand or sit erect86; and[158] these clambered painfully aboard with staring bandages round head or arm. Weary and broken were the most, I grant; yet more than once that day a voice piped out: “Are we downhearted?” and a chorus answered “No!” With shrapnel flecking the waters, and too often bursting overhead, string after string of loaded boats turned to the mother ship; and with their departure the bellow83 ever came up again, “I am taking severe stretcher cases! Forward me some stretcher cases!”
“C gun two minutes more right! drop five-ough! Repeat!” The battle was wearing on. I wondered how we did on the right, and if the New Zealanders held firmly to the left.
Eaves beckoned violently: a message had arrived from Divisional Artillery. I went across and watched him put it laboriously87 to paper. “Guns in action, three o’clock five degrees east of Battleship Hill. Engage them.” I jerked the form from him, and started again for the observing station.
There was fascination88 as well as risk in the scramble89 through the open, where Death roamed overhead with threatening voice. I reached the big dug-out, leaned over, tossed in the message, and met the abrupt90 signal to return. Down I went, slipping and springing from tuft to tuft, and falling on my back somewhere near the ledge. Just here a brain wave came along: I bethought me of a four days’ beard, and rising up, bolted on to my own funk-hole at the bottom of the hill. Into my kit91 I dived, caught up the shaving tackle,[159] and was back again at the ledge while you could count fifty. There I lay and perspired92, while the voice of Major Felix called out the new target.
“Guns in action! Aiming point right-hand edge of Battleship Hill! Line of fire five degrees five minutes right! Corrector one-five-ough—three-three hundred! Angle of sight three degrees three-five minutes elevation! One round battery fire!”
I fell to watching the bay again. The transports lay at anchor beyond range of enemy guns, and the battleships riding at their stations never ceased to send loud voices over the deep. But nearer shore a thousand craft sped to and fro. Now and now again, a monster shell rumbled out of the hills, and rent a chasm93 in the even sea; but still the craft came and went, nor turned their course a hair’s breadth. Truly luck followed us this day.
But while I watched a hideous94 burst of smoke and coal dust leaped from a mine-sweeper, and all at once she fell a-shivering. Smoke and dust drifted away, and I scanned her keenly, but could make out no harm.
Just now the good Queen Bess picked up a target—a howitzer in action on a far crest95. I saw her swing at her station: I saw her move out to sea.
He was no fool, that howitzer. He crouched behind his sandbag ramparts, and boomed defiance96 at the foul97 infidel guns. Upon his stout98 overhead cover shells and shrapnel burst in vain.
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But he had not met the good Queen Bess.
The good Queen Bess moved out to sea, and there the good Queen Bess lay to: with care she read her angles, with cunning she laid her guns. She watched, she quivered—and with a bellow of rage she hurled99 a two-thousand-pound shell. She missed the howitzer and struck the crest below; and away went the crest, and away went the howitzer.
Somewhere else, drawn by ten horses, an enemy field gun trotted100 into the open. There he unlimbered, and the team turned for cover. But in the bay a British boat was watching, and forth leaped two flames. There was a whirlwind where the gun had been. The whirlwind climbed towards the sky. But there was no gun; there were no horses; there were no men. And many souls were speeding up to Allah.
And—thus runs the legend—where the fight raged thickest this day, the good Queen Bess emptied a round from a fifteen-inch gun, whose shrapnel spreads a mile, and wiped from earth two companies of infantry. “Allah! Allah! Thy courtyards will be filled this night!”
“All guns three degrees more right! Shorten corrector six! drop one-five-ough! Repeat!”
I began to consider my shaving. Every trace of shade had gone—as far as I was concerned, that is to say. I sat leaning forward on a bare ledge, and the sun blazed in my face. “So be it,” I muttered and swore, and spread out the shaving tackle. Into a pannikin went a few[161] drops of water, meaning a drink lost; and picking up the soap from the sand, I rubbed it over my face. I was hot, tired, thirsty, and sticky with perspiration. A fur had grown over the roof of my mouth, for I was unwashed, and my clothes had not been off for half a week. And I thought—“Damn this! Is this life for the next two years, with maybe a bullet as final bonus? Damn this!” said I.
I looked down on the highway of the beach, where lines of wounded moved towards the boats; where under the cliffs doctors probed red wounds, and carved at arms and legs; where Indians urged mules; where sailors toiled101 at guns and waggons, and midget midshipmen or naval cadets, or whatever they were, ran round with mighty revolvers strapped102 at their hips2; where the wireless man sent out his buzz—buzz—buzz; where cursing Army Service men hauled in new barges of provisions; where Greeks screamed at donkeys, and kept a wide eye on shelter; where sappers wielded103 picks; where officers of many ranks dodged104 from point to point, and waved hands and flourished canes105; where men pumped water into tanks from barges. And I looked out at sea where the battleships rocked out flame; where destroyers sped up and down; where men toiled at oars106; where boats emptied reinforcements on to shore; where pinnaces hooted107; where loaded barges swung at anchor. I looked and I said: “Gunner Lake, not yet is the hour for complaint.”
Eaves woke me up. He waved a message form.[162] I took it without a word, and started up to the observing station. The soap was on my face, and was a crust by the time I was back again. However, I made a second start at shaving when I found breath. To be honest, I was shy of the business. The ground shivered continually under the cannonade, and I pictured a hand slipping and a gallant108 gunner going to his doom109. At last, with tender care, I engaged an upper jaw34. I left a nick about half-way down, and three others at the point of the chin, and from there passed in a passage of blood to the farther side. It cost me many an oath, but the victory was mine.
I was putting things away with lighter110 heart, when my eye fell on the trawler I had seen shelled: she was going down by the stern. Already the water lapped her gunwales, and crept on to the deck. I watched entranced.
She was sinking very slowly—so slowly that the minutes made no difference—still when I looked away and looked again, the ocean had crept higher up her sides. It was a noble end for an ancient fishing tub. At intervals high-bursting shrapnel raked her from bows to stern; and the guns kept up a thunder that would follow her below the waves. And as I watched—ye gods!—the crew put off in an open boat, and pulled with the heart of a Yarra eight through a sea knocked up with bullets. Methought in days to come, in some village pothouse—when the mellow111 ale had done its work—methought of certain hoary112 seamen113 who would swell114 their[163] chests and relate to youth agape the epic115 of stout times departed.
Up I scrambled116 with another message, and down I came again. Major Felix and his section commander were shouting to one another.
“We can’t clear the crest at two-four hundred!”
“What?”
“The crest at two-four hundred!”
Streams of wounded still flowed along the road from the valley head. One Red Cross fellow with a donkey had passed twice or thrice that day. He was becoming known to all: they said no fire disturbed him. On his donkey he would mount a man wounded in leg or foot. He was always cheerful and never tired.
Now a mule7 battery laden118 with guns and ammunition wound like a serpent up the narrow way. I marked it twisting up and up the ridge, until the crest came between, and only a dead mule stayed to tell of the passage.
Eaves was beckoning119 again. I leaned forward and caught the message. Up through the tufty grasses I went, and then down again to my ledge. Next moment I was climbing the hill once more.
“All guns ten minutes more right! Shorten corrector four. drop five-ough; battery fire!”
I was very weary of the uproar, and I looked over to the Red Cross jetty. A group of sailors waited on the quay120 while a string of boats drew in. I saw them break and scatter; I saw the puff of a bursting shell; and down went one poor fellow, and away into cover staggered another. A couple of comrades ran back and picked[164] up the fallen man, and the group passed under the cliff, where I could not follow.
“Stop!” Major Felix was shouting. “Stop!” There was the roar of the firing gun. “Who fired then?” There were quick answers and quick replies. The major burst out: “Take that sergeant off that gun, and put him under arrest!” There were more answers and replies. “All right,” the major shouted again. “Let him carry on; I shall see him after!” Again his voice came to me. “Guns in action at C. Aiming point left edge of false ridge. Line of fire five degrees one-five minutes right! Corrector one-five-ough—three-nine hundred! Angle of sight three degrees one-ough minutes elevation. One round battery fire!”
Messages began to hurry through, and I was tired out with climbing up and down. Finally, when there was time to sit still, I found an infantry fellow perched on my ledge. He looked hot and fagged.
“This dirty sun settles a cove quick,” he said. And he said no more. I crouched beside him.
“How are things going? Have you heard?” I said.
“Bonza! We’ve got ’em on the move. They say the British are joining us at five o’clock to-night. We’ve been cut up a good bit; but the navy has sent thousands of the other blokes skyhigh. I was sent here with a wounded man, and must get back. I’ll make a start. Well, so long, mate.”
“So long,” I answered.
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He watched for the sky to clear of shrapnel, pulled the rifle on to his shoulder, and ambled117 off for the next cover. “A cheerful, misinformed liar,” thought I, “but a good man.”
For the time at all events my work appeared over. Divisional Artillery took a rest, so far so that I ended by forgetting Divisional Artillery and even the battle. I rested against the naked brown earth, and blinked lazily over the bay, until the sun laid weights on my eyelids121. I had no hunger; hunger had departed long since, if it had ever arrived; but I thought of some bubbling stream until my sticky lips opened and shut. It was no good; I had to close my eyes in the end; the lids were too heavy. The last I noticed were dead mules lying along the sea shore. After that the firing went on, but dully; and in the lulls122 I heard faintly the voice calling through the megaphone: “Angle of sight,” I heard. “One-ough minutes right,” I heard.
Then all grew closer again: I distinguished123 musketry and machine guns. The sun blazed less: I could open my eyes. There was Eaves staring, and yes! pelting124 me with clods of earth. “Wake up,” he called out, “and get up with this!”
I opened my eyes wide then, and sat up straight. The sun was much lower down, and fewer ships were in action. Plainly now could be heard the rifle fire. I stood up and blinked. I took the form and started on another climb, and on the way ran into the sergeant-major and Wilkinson coming down. “Lake, you nearly had a new[166] sergeant-major twice to-day. My belt stopped this.” And Gardiner held up a bullet in his fingers. Near the dug-out the colonel jumped almost on top of me. The adjutant was just behind. “Yards,” he called out, “this battle is already won!”
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