BX May 4, 1915
Brantford Boys With Cavalry Getting Down to Hard Work – Little Playtime For The Men Who Are to Maintain the Reputation of Canada’s Cavalry in the Great War – Work, Then More Work, is the Motto For Them to Follow
Hard work, day in and day out, hurry calls on a general alarm, tedious night pickets, and heavy loads to carry – these are the chief characteristics of active cavalry service camp life in Canterbury Camp, where the Canadian cavalry is getting into shape to enter the fighting line. Trooper H.A. Spencer has written to a friend in this city a lengthy, chatty letter, telling of his life in the camp there, which is well worth reading. The letter is:
April 17, 1915
Trooper H.A. Spencer
D. Squadron, Ft. Garry Horse,
Canadian Cav. Depot,
Canterbury, Kent
Dear Friend,
I received your letter and was certainly glad to get it, as I had not received any Canadian mail up to then. There was a German aeroplane raid here today. We saw the British aeroplane chasing the German Taube. It was up in the clouds mostly above them. It dropped several bombs only 20 miles from us. The British had 400 aeroplanes over London looking for more of them. I am in the first class riders now – that is the picked men of the squadron. As soon as I have learned the sword drill I will not be far behind the English regulars. We go over the jumps every day. I have picked up in my riding good since I have been here. We fold our arms and go over them. It sure gets your nerve for a while, but I just put spurs to my mare and we go galloping over.
On Easter Monday we got the general alarm call at 5.30. They expected a raid on the coast, and we had to get saddled up and ready to move any place we were sent. We had rifles, bandoliers, 100 rounds of ammunition apiece, water bottles, haversacks, great coats, rolled nose bags for horses and bayonets – some load. The ammunition is slung across the chest. All we have to do is to take out five in a clamp affair, push them in the magazine and pull the rifle.
J. Stratford is using my rifle now demonstrating the new sight. We had one cheese sandwich from 5.20 a.m. to 4 p.m. That’s active service rations eh? We sure looked fine when we marched, or rode. I mean, over the plains about 6 miles all ready for the “human hogs.” It is hard to get a pass for a few days – I mean leave of absence – as they want to get us in shape as soon as they can. I get one soon.
I am a busy boy. We get lots of all night pickets quite often and you have to be on parade in the morning just the same. We don’t get through the afternoon ride until 4 p.m., then feed, water and clean your horse, and then clean up around and the time is 5 o’clock. By the time you change after supper it is 6.30 p.m. and if you have a date, well you know what happens to my letters which ought to be written. There are some nice chickens here too.
I am glad I was not at Salisbury Plain. It rained 53 out of 62 days there. It was worse than they ever announced in Canada. I don’t wonder at the sickness they had – sleeping in wet blankets and their clothes having to dry on them. I could sleep on the main drag on Colborne Street and think it was a feather bed. On picket night you got used to it. Adieu and write soon.
Bert
BX June 21, 1915
Names of Brant County Boys Who Left England For Firing Line
A number of Brantford boys are now serving with the Royal Canadian Dragoons, having been sent from the Canterbury depot as draft reserves to fill up vacancies. They expected to leave on June 7, and did leave, as word received from another source and published recently in The Expositor, verifies. A letter has been received from Trooper Herbert Alfred Spencer, of this city, now with the Dragoons in that draft, telling of the departure of the men, and also telling that German spies are still there in the old land.
June 6, 1915
Canterbury
The Expositor,
The first draft of the Governor-General’s Body Guards and 25th Brant Dragoons will leave for France tomorrow to be attached to the Royal Canadian Dragoons, now at the front. We go under our old sergeant, Wm. T. Rigglesford, late of the American army, but an old British soldier, who has been serving the colors since 1888. He leaves his wife and five children in Mt. Dennis, Ont. His wife and himself are both English, and we are not afraid to follow him, as he has had great experience, being in the Boer war for three years, and winning the Efficiency cup and three crack-shot badges in 1906-7, 8, for the Body Guards and Royal Engineers. Our officers are not going with us, so I think we are very lucky to have such an able and experienced leader with us. He is also a medical man, and all the boys are glad to go with him. Ninety men volunteered to go, but only 30 were accepted, six of whom are Brantford boys, they being – Corp. A. Chambers, W. Simons, E. Houser, J. Hutcheon, A. Nelles (from Paris) and H.A. Spencer. Several Brantford boys were not present when the draft was called for, and so they could not be accepted, but expect to leave in about a week to fill vacancies in other Canadian Regiments.
We are anxiously waiting for the word to leave, which we expect to receive at 2 a.m. as all troops leave here in the night. A few nights ago we awoke to hear the band playing and we looked out of the window and saw a body of dragoon guards leaving us for the front.
There was a Zeppelin raid here about 15 miles away. They evidently tried to locate the powder factory here.
The authorities have just arrested the pilot of the “Silver Queen” an airship which often sails over our barracks. In the course of a week he has made frequent trips to the enemy’s lines and returned without pursuit, and this aroused suspicion and it was discovered that he was a spy, so it shows what an adept spy system the Germans have.
We are all fitted out in the web equipment and we were inspected on Saturday. The equipment is 60 lbs., packed and is quite a new thing to us fellows, who have been riding up to now, and do not notice our equipment, as part of it is on our horses, but we will show that we are as capable of carrying our packs as the infantry boys. We leave as dismounted cavalry.
Yours sincerely,
H.A. Spencer