PRECIPITOUS DEPARTURE, VERDUN.
March, 1916.
To-day I returned to Verdun, and LeBlond and I have taken a rest in the comfortable home of M. and Mme. Louis.
These worthy persons quit the city with the former's sister, Mme. Joannie, and Habert, our orderly, watches the premises.
We have just received a letter from Mme. Joannie dated at Bar-le-Duc, recounting at length her terror and vexation happily over. She must have left so precipitously the necessaries and also the superfluities! She requested us to make a visit to her room and forward the more important objects we should come across.
We then entered her room and apart from a few broken glasses everything was still arranged as it was on the day of her departure. Dresses, trinkets, yellow photographs, stuffed animals, dignifiedly seemed to be awaiting her return——
In a corner of the sideboard—her false teeth! Poor, poor Mme. Joannie, you must have been afraid to have abandoned them!
"She was afraid of swallowing them," said Habert, between his teeth.
THE POILU WHO LOOKED FOR A "GOOD" WOUND,
VERDUN (RIGHT BANK).
March, 1916.
We are at work in a narrow position, at the entrance to Tavannes Tunnel. The bombardment is incessant and the air this morning is saturated with that odor of ether and sour apples which we have all breathed down there——