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Anzacs are fond and proud of him. Every Australian you meet 

 will in course of conversation tell you two things — his admiration 

 for Captain Mac and his yearning to return home to Australia ; 

 but not until they have done what they came for, not until 

 they have had their whack ! 



Poor souls ! they had that in Gallipoli, where they faced 

 death with such sublime courage and won for themselves 

 undying glory out of that tragic failure. 



While waiting in Egypt for orders before proceeding to the 

 Dardanelles, the Australians found the truth of the old adage 

 that Satan finds mischief for idle hands to do. The mischief in 

 this instance lay in the horrible dens which abound in the East, 

 where drink of a most poisonous kind and vice walk hand-in- 

 hand— veritable hells. In the first instance the soldiers were 

 only in search of amusement to pass the time away ; then the 

 drink and the amusements provided began to fascinate them. 

 Captain Mac tried hard to dissuade the men from visiting these 

 places, where the scenes were degrading and the drink poisonous, 

 but occasionally they would slip away, only to be quickly 

 followed by Captain Mac. To one he would say, " Come away, 

 lad ; what would your mother say if she could see you ? " To 

 another, " Be a man and come out of this. How will you ever 

 face your sweetheart again ? " 



Not content with this, he went to the authorities and asked 

 if nothing could be done to prevent the fine healthy lads coming 

 to fight for the Mother Country from being led into such 

 temptation. Thanks to Captain Mac, much has been done, 

 not only for the troops but for Egypt also. 



At last the joyful orders came and they moved on to Galli- 

 poli. The men were all eager for a fight ; plenty was awaiting 

 them. It hardly bears thinking about. Captain Mac was by 

 their side through it all, with the fighting, with the dying, and 

 once or twice I have heard that when the Turks became too 

 pressing he had something to say to them himself. 



There were calls for Mac everywhere from the Anzacs. 

 They admired him for his strength, endurance, and almost 

 womanly tenderness. They attended his services, repeating 

 the prayers after him word for word, singing his hymns, and 

 many of them dying in his arms, mingling their tears and sweat 

 with his. They listened for his encouragement when storming 



