I thought surely that somebody would come
along to take my ticket, but nobody appeared. I soon found that night
trains "on the line" pay little attention to such minor matters as
tickets, and I have a pocketful that have never been taken up. Time
after time I have piled into a train at night, after buying a ticket to
my destination; have journeyed to my destination, have gone through the
depot and to my hotel without ever seeing a trainman to take the
ticket. I was let severely alone. And even if a conductor had come
along through the train it would have been too dark for him to have
seen me, and I am sure I could have dodged him had I so desired. Maybe
that's the reason they don't take the tickets up. Anyhow, I have given
you a picture of a great train in the war zone, winding its way toward
the front, in complete darkness.
FLASH-LIGHTS
Flash-lights have come into their own in this war. One would as soon
think of living without a flash-light as he would think of travelling
without clothes in Greenland. It simply cannot be done. In any city,
from Paris to the smallest towns on the front, one must have his
flash-light. The streets of the cities and towns of France are a
hundred times more crooked than those of Boston. If Boston's streets
followed the cow-paths, the streets of the cities of France followed
cows with the St.
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