Norwich bulletin., 1918-06-13

to receive the some treatment. The roads are good, country lanes beanti- ful, with many of the gardens walled in by high. walls of stone. Quaint towers of stone arise out of the woods. I have not yet had time to find out what they are for. They look like lighthouses.
 The trucks kept coming to camp all day, and we were busy unloading them; then came the cold wind and rain.
 We were very tired, cold and dis eouraged, and at supper I took my mess kit and stood at the end of the line and received my beans. hardtack and coffee with one of the companies, rather than go back to town, as most of the officers did for their meals. Things never tasted better, even if we did eat in a cold rain.
 Messed with the company again this morning, and by night we expect to have the officers mess started.
 This morning was sunny and spirits rose. I took a little walk and saw the quaintest little farm-a real thratched roof on the barn. mud walls baked into a clay, the house painted white with a red tile roof. Real but tercups, grass and budding grapevines, hens and a rooster that did not crow in French.
 I hear that Drs. Luckett, Neff, Col lins and other Harlem hospital men are in a base hospital about 20 miles from here: but I shall not be able to see them now.
 We are liable to move up any time, and it may not come for some days. i Am wearing two sweaters tonight, and my short overcoat has been my constant companion since my arrival. 1 Censored mail by the aid of my lan- tern as the light is poor. and bulbs scarce.
 1 I picked some buttercups yesterday and they look just like those at home. l In my afternoon ramble, in passing a ] hedge, I am positive I heard a robin, | but could not see him. We have to 1 be very careful where we step. not to | trespass on private grounds, and thus destroy property. Our orders are very stringent on that point. Gardens are i being cultivated right up to the bar racks, with no fences between. Grape vines are budding right on the edge of the camp. and in spite of rules l fear no grapes will ever reach matur ity. Birds are singing in the fields and are a welcome sound, for they say there are no birds up where we go, because of the noise of the guns
 Where Germans Furnish Free Gas. Mrs. Albert A. Sparks, Of 24 Fair. mount street. Norwich, has received Ithe following interesting letter iron her nephew. Russell Sparks, of 1Iys. tic:
 | On Active Service with the Ameri-
 can Expeditionary Force.
 May 10, 1918.
 Dear Aunt Lucy:-Your most vel come letter received. and I want te say that. in slang. T have beat vol to it' I sent Earle a short note, bu heard from him. I will write hin again. Aunt Annie Dean sent me hi. picture and it told his outfit, so I sen him a short note.
 Aunt Lucy, you should know bette, than ask an American soldier if h. would like some sweets and smokes It would be fine of you to send som' smokes, which means lot to us owe here.
 This is my second hitch on tn, front and know what it is. The pa
 pers give a fairly good idea of ou life so you can guess what we cal
 nome" Dugouts take the place 0
 the two and three story houses an , wooden hunks take the places of tn
 feathers and springs. Gas is in unlim
 tied quantities Great stuff! Tw
 hours and half is the longest tri
 in my gas mask, so far. We'll, I hope to hear from yo again soon, and perhaps receive ! : few clippings. Write often. I wi = PJTSSErJ SPARKS