In another letter received by Mr .George Murdoch, Principal of the Technical School, Private Alexander Arnot continues the racy and very interesting narrative of his adventures on the Continent as follows: 
. March 4, l915
In my last letter I finished up with our arrival at Bucy-le-Long, so I will resume from there. Before I proceed further I may mention that, as you would probably see in the papers, the French had been driven back from that position, and it is now in the hands of the Germans. We took up our position before daybreak, and small trenches were dug not the deep and elaborate trenches we now have, but just shallow holes for a man to lie at full length in, with the loose earth heaped in front to form

head cover. My platoon was sent back about 100 yards to act as support,and we took up a position behind a slight rise in the ground. With day- light came rain; also shells galore from the enemy. They were entrenched about 1000 yards away, and our firing line suffered severely. We discovered an opening in the ground, however, which proved a God-send to us, as it turned out to lie the entrance to the old workings of an underground quarry. We were ordered into it for shelter and not too soon, for immediately afterwards shells were bursting where we had been lying. A sentry was posted on top to keep a look-out for signals, and from that post an impressive spectacle was to be witnessed. As far as the eye could range, shells could lie seen bursting, and the noise was terrific. One of our batteries, which was placed beside a wood immediately behind us, had a particularly lively time; I could see the shells bursting all around it, and the gunners had to retire.
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