While our allies, the Portuguese, were holding part of the line to the
left of Festubert, a Portuguese officer rode up on the most emaciated
and broken-down old "crock" I had set eyes on.
He dismounted and was looking round for somewhere to tether the horse,
when one of our drivers, a Cockney carman in "civvy" life, cast a
critical eye over the mount and bawled out, "Don't worry abaht tying it
up, mate. _Lean it up agin this 'ere fence._"--_A. G. Lodge (Sergeant,
25th Division Artillery), 12 Derinton Road, S.W.17._