A  WAR  PHOTOGRAPHER
IN  THRACE

CHAPTER  I

Across Europe—A Press photographer's outfit—The
eve of war—Buying horses—A deal with the police
—Rifle versus camera—The Red Hand of Ulster—
War at last—Off to the front.

Constantinople ! It seemed impossible
that I could already be at my journey's
end. One is still apt to think of the
Orient as in a world remote and to
forget that modern trans - Continental
trains make light of a journey of thir¬
teen or fourteen hundred miles. On
Friday, October 4th, I had taken the
boat-train   at   Charing   Cross,   and   now,

21