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The guns began to speak again among the hills that we dived

into; the air grew chillier as we climbed; forest and wet

rocks closed round us in the mist, to the sound of waters

trickling alongside; there was a tang of wet fern, cut pine,

and the first breath of autumn when the road entered a tunnel

and a new world--Alsace.

Said the Governor of those parts thoughtfully: "The main

thing was to get those factory chimneys smoking again." (They

were doing so in little flats and villages all along.) "You

won't see any girls, because they're at work in the textile

factories. Yes, it isn't a bad country for summer hotels, but

I'm afraid it won't do for winter sports. We've only a metre

of snow, and it doesn't lie, except when you are hauling guns

up mountains. Then, of course, it drifts and freezes like

Davos. That's our new railway below there. Pity it's too

misty to see the view."

But for his medals, there was nothing in the Governor to show

that he was not English. He might have come straight from an

Indian frontier command.

One notices this approximation of type in the higher ranks,

and many of the juniors are cut out of the very same cloth as

ours. They get whatever fun may be going: their performances

are as incredible and outrageous as the language in which they

describe them afterward is bald, but convincing, and--I

overheard the tail-end of a yarn told by a child of twenty to

some other babes. It was veiled in the obscurity of the

French tongue, and the points were lost in shouts of laughter

--but I imagine the subaltern among his equals displays just as

much reverence for his elders and betters as our own boys do.

The epilogue, at least, was as old as both Armies:

"And what did he say then?"

"Oh, the usual thing. He held his breath till I thought he'd

burst. Then he damned me in heaps, and I took good care to

keep out of his sight till next day."

But officially and in the high social atmosphere of

Headquarters their manners and their meekness are of the most

admirable. There they attend devoutly on the wisdom of their

seniors, who treat them, so it seemed, with affectionate

confidence.

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