C. S., found in his heart
the words of the psalm, "My soul wait thou only upon God . . . I shall
not be moved." That wounds and death were awaiting many of them he well
knew, and his prayer was that they might meet the fate appointed them
with unshaken faith and courage.
By seven o'clock the wounded began to arrive and an hour later the C.
A. M. C. marquee was filled to overflowing with a cue of wounded men
forming outside in the falling rain. The suffering in their pale and
patient faces stirred in him a poignant sympathy. There was the chaplain
service tent adjoining. He ran to find the chaplain in charge.
"Tell me," he said, "may we use your marquee for wounded men?"
"Sure thing. It will never be used for a better purpose."
Barry returned to the O. C. of the C. C. S.
"Why not direct that a part of this stream be sent to the adjoining tent
for registration, and for anti-tetanus hypodermics? These poor chaps are
standing out in the rain, chilled to the bone and ready to drop."
"For Heaven's sake do it," said the O.
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