[May 1st 1916]
ing to the blades of grass and the coarse desert scrub. Bee-eaters again appear; it seems strange to see these frequenters of trees happy on the hot sand.
Our course lay North-Westward along the line of the retreating Turks. They must have been thoroughly routed as the desert was strewn with remnants of themselves, their beasts and their baggage. Bones of animals and men, fragments of uniforms and equipment, boots, tins, cartridges and even motor lorries, scattered about the desert, bore a realistic testimony to their discomfort and confusion. Any creature that dropped away from the main body in such a retirement over the desert must have died horribly of thirst beneath the burning sun. To complete their discomforture, they were