as one had to chase them from one side to the other along those dusty & stony roads, & be continually adjusting their loads.
We halted a mile from the town of Mosul to be counted. Counting always puzzled Essad, so it was not till half an hour afterwards that we entered the Main Gates of Mosul in solemn procession. We were marched into a large four-sided two storied barrack enclosing a large square, where we were put into rooms on the upper floor. I have already described the Turkish barrack and will not do so again! We fed at a local restaurant and very pleasant it was to have one’s meals served at a table once again. In my barrack room I saw some “Writings on the Wall”, and assumed from them that some previously captured British Officers had not received good treatment from the Marcus Commandant, that is to say, the Commandant of details, and that he had been “weighed in the balance and found wanting.”
The town of Mosul is very similar to most Arabian towns, except that it contained some modern buildings such as the Government buildings, the Custom House and the “Club” which latter was used by the Turkish officers, I found there a fair assort