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Wite where the cellar door wuz shut The table wuz; an' I Let aunty set by me an' cut My wittles up an' pie. Tuz awful funny! I could see The red heads in the churry tree; An' bee-hives, where you got to be So keerful going by; An' comp'ny there an' all! An' we <i>We et out on the porch!</i> An' a old red head flew Purt' nigh wite over my high chair, <i>When we et out on the porch!</i>
Our plunge in the Tauq Chai took its place among these. In the late afternoon we drove back to Tuz. Our camp there was anything but cheerful, for swarms of starving townsfolk hovered on the outskirts ready to pounce on any refuse that the men threw away. Discarded tin cans were cleaned out until the insides shone like mirrors.
No doubt there were isolated instances of wrong-doing, for in such a large army there are bound to be degenerate individuals from whose conduct it is unfair to judge the whole. That night we encamped in the outskirts of Tuz, not far from the Turkish aerodrome.
Two or three small hills offered vantage-points, but they were not neglected by the Turk, and among those that fell was the colonel of the Twenty-First cavalry the regiment that had acquitted itself so well in the charge of the day before. We were ten miles from Tuz Khurmartli, the next important town held by the enemy now that Kifri had been taken.
The King's Own in particular distinguished itself in taking a stubbornly contested and strongly held hill. At dawn we were under way. We had heard reports during the night that the Turks had evacuated Tuz but it was not long before we found that such was not the case. They were still there and showed every evidence of staying.
Our Arab friend told us that there was a bridge six miles up-stream, but it was too late for us to attempt it, and we turned back to Tuz after arranging with Sheikh Muttar to meet us in the morning. Next day we found him waiting for us as he had promised. With him were two handsome Kurds. One of them had his wife perched behind him on the horse's crupper.
When I got as far as Tuz I found a friend in charge of the dump there, and he let me draw what I wanted, so I turned back to try to get to the bridge by dark.
It was thither that the Turks had been retreating when we cut them off. Finding that we were unable to operate effectively where we were, it was decided that we should make our way across to the Kifri-Kirkuk road and advance along it to make a frontal attack upon Tuz. Our orders were to proceed to a deserted village known as Kulawand, and wait there for the command to advance.
"'Tuz naught to be smuckerun' ot," her mother reproved her. "The Samuels?" I intervened. "I don't understand." "Her four sons thot died." "And were they all named Samuel?" "Aye." "Strange," I commented in the lagging silence. "Very strange," Mrs.
A small village five or six miles to the southwest was also bitterly contested. Our cavalry did some excellent work, capturing small hills held with machine-guns. We advanced down the road beside the hills. A mile before reaching Tuz we ran into the Aq Su, a large stream flowing through a narrow cleft in the hills.
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