Soldiers’ LettersFrom Overseasand in Camps*PouilJy-sur-Loira* Nierove August 14, 1918.Dear mother:I am finally in Prance, billeted inthe quaint old village living in closest association with the French peasant people. I can say that when all is considered I have bad a pleasant, or at least, a very interesting trip over - here.* I found my trip across England and the time we spent there particularly full of interest. England is surly beautiful. Plenty of rainfall keeps the country as green as Amen* ea is in the springtime. The houses of the people are all of brick with red t »*ed or perhaps thatched roofs and are surrounded by neat hedges and well kept gardens which give to the country a most picturesque appearance.One very interesting afternoon wasspent in visiting the old Abby at-It is one of the oldest and most historical buildings in England. Built by the Saxons in the earliest years of the tenth century, destroyed in war and rebuilt on the original foundation in the twentith century it is remarkably well preserved, yet one can plainjly see all evidences of its antiquity. It is still in daily use, how-in one of the caretakers of thejdchurch. iOn entering pro was further re-1 fl minded of the age of the place by the I mustiness which filled the air. Ini j them 1 saw the same bid seats and n altars and candelabra which bave|(been in use for autumns. A slab ofl 2the stone floor had been raised up h and thru the hole I saw the foun-1 i dation of the original belfry laid down I ] in 907, Befow the floor and in the I, walls are many-very old graves. Ith was interesting tq read the old epita-l 1 phs. Some in old English. I could not I read. Some tablets bore dates as far I, back as 1300. Others were worn away | j with age. I,One thing peculiarly interesting I was the register of the church which I all visitors sign. There was the kais-| era signature which he had placed! there himself when he j visited the I pjlace while holding the * title of a I field marshal in the British army. I After crossing the channel to one I of the principal parts of France and I resting for a time in a camp near] that city we have traveled inland to this quaint old village. The journey was made in cuttle cars which is the common method of transporting troops over here. You perhaps knowi ♦how peculiar the European railways are. A train here reminds an American of a child’s train, almost. This town is about a hundred mijles to the south of Paris in one of the principal white wine producing sections.