We are quartered in large caves alongside a château three hundred years
old. We occupy three caves, and a large fire is lighted in the middle
of each to purify the air and keep us warm at night. The nights are
bitterly cold and very damp. Incidentally it is fine to-day, but we
have had days of pouring rain--not that it affected our spirits in the
least. You should see us all clustered round our fires in the evening,
the flames lighting up at times the oval ceiling of the caverns and our
faces; we must look like bandits or Rob Roy’s boys: _A Lance-Corporal
of the London Scottish_.