No doubt some other matters are better managed than they were in . In that year the great break-down was the transport. The Government had hired waggons, and the drivers were civilians, and under imperfect control. The horses were in many cases overworked, and could scarcely drag their carts. I happened to be in charge of the baggage-guard on one memorable occasion when the troops arrived hours before their tents. We could not get on. It was exceedingly hilly country, and the poor horses could not move. We had to requisition the assistance of the artillery to get along at all. Some horses from one of the guns were told off to help us, and served as leaders to the hired wheelers in the shafts. The next morning, after we had pitched our tents anyhow and anywhere, the encampment was a sight to see! The only to be had came from the Duke of Cambridge, then the officer Commanding in Chief the British Army. Men had to find their way to their lines as best they could. A song might have been appropriately composed for the occasion, and called As one of the officers in command of the baggage-guard, I was called upon to furnish a report. I did; letting the Government have it right and left. I have a sort of notion that this document (which would have made an excellent leading article) stood in the way of my promotion. I do not wish to suggest anything in the least offensive to the authorities in , but I cannot help calling attention to the fact that to this day I am a General of Militia.