It rained a bit the first day we landed in France, but after that there
were sunny days, and grand country to march through, the roads being
particularly good. We did our thirty and thirty-five miles a day, and
finished up fresh, bar a number who had bad feet and had to be left at
the base.... These are the men, I said to myself, who have made Old
England the real stuff which never allows confidence to flag in a great
national trouble such as that through which we are now passing: _A
Private of the Royal Scots Fusiliers_.