THE SENTINEL HOUNDS

The overwhelming impression was the brilliant health and

vitality of these men and the quality of their breeding. They

bore themselves with swing and rampant delight in life, while

their voices as they talked in the side-caverns among the

stands of arms were the controlled voices of civilization.

Yet, as the lights pierced the gloom they looked like bandits

dividing the spoil. One picture, though far from war, stays

with me. A perfectly built, dark-skinned young giant had

peeled himself out of his blue coat and had brought it down

with a swish upon the shoulder of a half-stripped comrade who

was kneeling at his feet with some footgear. They stood

against a background of semi-luminous blue haze, through which

glimmered a pile of coppery straw half covered by a red

blanket. By divine accident of light and pose it St. Martin

giving his cloak to the beggar. There were scores of pictures

in these galleries--notably a rock-hewn chapel where the red

of the cross on the rough canvas altar-cloth glowed like a

ruby. Further inside the caves we found a row of little

rock-cut kennels, each inhabited by one wise, silent dog.

Their duties begin in at night with the sentinels and

listening-posts. "And believe me," a proud instructor, "my

fellow here knows the difference between the noise of our shells

and the Boche shells."

When we came out into the open again there were good

opportunities for this study. Voices and wings met and passed

in the air, and, perhaps, one strong young tree had not been

bending quite so far across the picturesque park-drive when we

first went that way.

"Oh, yes," said an officer, "shells have to fall somewhere,

and," he added with fine toleration, "it is, after all,

against us that the Boche directs them. But come you and look

at my dug-out. It's the most superior of all possible

dug-outs."

"No. Come and look at our mess. It's the Ritz of these

parts." And they joyously told how they had got, or procured,

the various fittings and elegancies, while hands stretched out

of the gloom to shake, and men nodded welcome and greeting all

through that cheery brotherhood in the woods.

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