ILLUSTRATIONS
["He Is a Man After My Own Heart!" exclaimed Madame Couillard] (See page [166]) . . . . . . Frontispiece
[The Song Was Sad—But We Laughed and Laughed Until We Wept Again]
[René Had Risen in the Excitement of His Description]
THE FIRST CANADIANS IN FRANCE
CHAPTER I
We were a heterogeneous lot—no one could deny that—all the way down from big Bill Barker, the heavyweight hostler, to little Huxford, the featherweight hustler.
No commanding officer, while sober, would have chosen us en masse. But we weren't chosen—we just arrived, piece by piece; and the Hammer of Time, with many a nasty knock, has welded us.