Ah! What a brave man this Major Anthoine—we are to dine with him to-night.
When we arrived we found him bent over his map as usual—magnifying glass in hand, he followed, hour by hour, this war of mines, this underground struggle, so bitter at Eparges. The dinner was more than perfect as it always was.
As we were about to leave, he commenced to undress and with a lighted candle in hand and half-clothed, he conducts us to our machine.
The boches have seen the candle and without delay a 77 comes whistling over loudly, bursting on an empty house in the village. The major held up his candlestick for them to see, then extinguished it, saying:
"Snuff it out!"
In reply the boches sent over, one after the other, three 77's which did no more damage than the first.
"You see, it was hardly worth four to put that damn' thing out!"
DISCOVERED, ORNES.
February, 1916.
To-night a patrol discovered a corpse between the trenches. It was a very young boche soldier, almost a child. They brought the body into our lines.