"rin, afraid -this epistle is a war edition, but the war is today so much art of our lives that we cannot escape from it—it faces us at every: turn, To get away from it for a week-end Mes, W....and I went up the Great North "Road a fortnight ago to Inverness, the capital of the 'Highlands, ven the troubles of. the times could not blind us to the glory' of Nature's autumn fire now kindling up and down. the land. Mountain and valley, wood and garden, are ablaze with glory. Summer" has passed but before the trees stand black and bare and the outside }world is hushed by winter's chilling thand we have, these days of autumn splendour.
"It {s good to know that our friends are thinking of us, and while. all recognize that days of stress and id. no doubt suffering may 1d, we are confident that Ju the end all wilt be well Experiencing an the shores, powerful guns bristle at unexpected positions in the bents, while great areas are barred because of deadly land mines. Pray God they may never be needed!
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