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The following day Nov. 4th we entered the firing line, & that night our first man was hit, being shot through the leg. On Friday 5th we were set to work on a sap to break through at the back of the trench. From here, the coast could be seen stretching towards Gaba Tepe, & resembled in its seeming peacefulness the New England Plains. Right in front, separated from our lines by a ravine, & by dense wire entanglements, lay the Turkish trenches, with their lines of sand bags & their loop-holes looking innocently towards our lines. The position we now hold has been cut from a barley field & the trampled grain stretches between the narrow lines of the trenches & still harbours a few skylarks, which, altogether heedless of the flying shells, roar aloft like the true bird of Shelley's poem. From here we also had a splendid view of our guns shelling the enemy ridge in front. A shell bursts with a flash, & sends a column of dirt & earth