With the Serbs in Macedonia

ACTIVE SERVICE 6i
cut a new road for ourselves. Some of the
scenery was very fine, but I fear we paid very
little attention to views and colour effects.
Ultimately we cut into a road of sorts
crowded with artillery and troops and clouded
with dust. Reaching our destination, we
unloaded our munitions— and were promptly
sent off to another dump for more. We did
another cross-country journey through a maze
of field tracks, and, by loading ourselves, just
managed to get back to the road again by dark^
In the meantime, however, a bridge had broken
down, and we found ourselves obliged to rush
a deep and rocky ford in the darkness with
steep banks on either side. The men whose
nerve failed them and who let their engines stop
in mid-stream had the pleasure of getting out
and starting them again.
More trouble was awaiting us at the dump.
An indignant Frenchman in charge of a French
motor convoy protested that we had bagged
his bit of ground. Our Serbian guide was
positive that we had unloaded at the right
place. The Frenchman wanted it all moved,
and prophesied all sorts of terrible fates for all
concerned if French and Serbian ammunition
got mixed. We had another load, which we
wanted to dump in the same place, and then
make tracks for home. To add to the complica-