‘“We stood in line, and like hedgehogs the Russians rolled under us
thick.
They frightened me there.”—He’s no coward; for when, Miss, they came
at the quick,
The sight, he swears, was a breakfast.—“My stomach felt tight: in a
glimpse
I saw you snoring at home with the dear cuddled-up little imps.
And then like the winter brickfields at midnight, hot fire lengthened
out.
Our fellows were just leashed bloodhounds: no heart of the lot faced
about.