LeBlond and myself gave a sigh of relief:
"We are at the 'Grave of the Apple Trees,' which is to the right in the direction of the cross; we are on the proper path—Thanks, poor old chap——"
THE FIRST TRAIN, EPARGES.
January, 1916.
The narrow gauge track has been finished—the first train is due to arrive to-night. Captain Gunther has put Ménard's Prince Albert over his uniform, and, with a little red flag, a horn and a lantern, has gone to await the arrival of the convoy. One hour, two hours pass!
The train did not come—it has been derailed near Trésauvaux. We learned later that the track had been torn up by shells.
"Ah! these Government railroads—they never run."
HERMAN AND HIS CANTEEN, EPARGES.
January, 1916.
For some months we have seen this corpse in front of us—fifty yards away—In the rain, snow, cold, we have noticed it change its position several times——
Herman, the "pretty German officer," was often the subject of discussion: for he must have on him shiny brass buttons to decorate our cigarette lighters and our cartridge boxes—his boots could no longer be any good, because around him there must have been a nice bed of mushrooms!