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hit in the field at the end
of the Y.M. The machine
was wrecked, but the monitor
and pupil got off with only
a few scratches. While
out at the wreck one of the
Y.M. ladies hollared “air
raid”, our signal to look out
for the Major. She saw him
coming down the road and
wanted to warn the boys.
The word of warning was sufficient
for all of us to scatter and
run. I suppose it pleased
his Highness to see us all
so well diciplined.

Sunday July 14 ‘18.

Stayed in bed until noon.
Was going to go down town
to the celebration, but it rained,