Letters to Helen: Impressions of an Artist on the Western Front

Illustrated
LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
MCMXVII
These letters were never intended for publication.
But when the pictures were brought back from France it was suggested that they should be reproduced, and a book evolved.
Then a certain person (who shall be nameless) conceived the dastardly idea of exposing private correspondence to the public eye. He proved wilful in the matter, and this book came into the world.
Transcriber's Note: The following probable typos have been left as in the original:
June 6, 1916.
Well, here we are in the slowest train that ever limped, and I've been to sleep for seven hours. The first good sleep since leaving England. And now, as we've got twenty-eight hours to go still, there's time to write a letter. The last three days' postcards have been scrappy and unintelligible, but we departed without warning and with the most Sherlock Holmes secrecy. Not a word about which ports we were sailing from or to.
However, I'll tell you what I can without disclosing any names of places.