artillery and cavalry tents were arranged in irregular groups, by a wide and busy street. This was lined on both sides by a succession of new rough-board huts and booths where merchandise desirable for a soldier could be found in great profusion. Pyramids of "pop," pies innumerable, bananas to no end, ice cream cones, picture postcards, magazines, dry goods, in moderation, were found here. A story might be written of the "profiteers" who sought to abuse their privilege by charging high prices, but who were broken and defeated by the establishment of regimental canteens. Early in the life of the camp there was a moving-picture show, but the proprietor so tried the patience of the men by high charges and small returns that they burned down the shack one evening, chased the speculator elsewhither, and rested content with the admirable show at the Y.M.C.A. tent.
To the left of the main street the land was less level but there was room for an east-and-west avenue leading to the official camp entrance and the guard tents. Near these were the cavalry lines with their rope corrals and their canvas mangers. Some 5,000 horses were in camp, the most of them magnificent animals groomed to the King's taste. Th?, guns and ammunition wagons had their separate allotment. Then to the southward, between Headquarters and the railway-siding, were the tents of the Army Service Corps and the frame ware-houses and railway switches of the Ordnance Department.
The picture was as vast as it was fascinating. As the morning wore on and the visitor moved about he was astonished at many things. On all that spacious area not a scrap of waste paper could be found. Not a banana skin appeared. Near the cookhouse of every company encampment stood. an iron incinerator, like a round stove without a top. Here the waste was consumed—the perpetual blue smoke rising as incense to the goddess of sanitation. The place was truly, as one writer declared, "an eager, busy, intense world, utterly removed from anything familiar." It was a