ght of them hurt him; and the smell of them
nauseated him. Every memory of the whole advance is saturated with that
odour. It was pungent, vigorous, demoralising. It filled the air, and
one's lungs shrank before it. Once, when a man drove his pick through
the crisp, inflated side, a gas spurted out that was positively
asphyxiating and intolerable.
However much transport the Germans abandoned, however severe the losses
they sustained, they always found time to break open every estaminet
they passed, and drain it dry. Wretched inns and broken bottles proved
to be just as reliable a clue to their passing as the smell of them.
CHAPTER XXI
THE DEFENCE OF THE BRANDY
The next morning two companies were detached from the Battalion as
escort to a brigade of artillery. The other two companies, who had
returned during the night, did not seem to be greatly upset by their
gruesome task of burying the dead.
They did not come in contact with the enemy, and no outstanding incident
impressed itself upon the Subaltern's mind. The heat had abated with
dramatic swiftness. A wind that was almost chilly swept the plains,
driving grey clouds continually across the sun. The summer was over.
That day they joined battle with the outposts of a foe that was to prove
more hateful and persistent than the German winter.
The name of a village known as Suchy-le-Chateau figured on many of the
signposts that they passed, but they never arrived there, and, branching
off east of Braisne, they came upon the remainder of the Battalion,
drawn up in a stubble field.
A driving rain had begun to fall early in the afternoon, and when at
length the march was finished their condition was deplorable. Though
tired out with a long day's march, they dared not rest, because to lie
down in the sodden straw was to court sickness. Their boots, worn and
unsoled, offered no resistance whatever to the damp. Very soon they
could hear their sodden socks squelching with water as they walked. A
night of veritable horror lay in front of them; they were appalled with
the prospect of it. The rain seemed to mock at the completeness of their
misery.
However, the Fates were kind, for the General, happening to pass, took
pity on them and allowed them to be billeted in the outhouses of a farm
near by. The sense of relief which this move gave to the Subaltern was
too huge to describe. Contentment took possession of him utterly. The
tension of his nerves and muscl
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