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  • field. It was a closer and more crumpled land than

they had dealt with hitherto, its steep-sided valleys cut by a multitude of little streams running from nor'-west to south-east, with the interminable ruled line of the Bavai road edging the great Forest of Mormal which lay north of Landrecies. The wheel was swinging full circle, and men who had taken part in that age-ago retreat from Mons, amused themselves by trying to pick out familiar details in the landscape they had been hunted across four years before. But it was misty and the weather, faithful ally of the Germans to the last, was breaking again. Just as the Battalion moved off from St. Hilaire to their area on the railway line from Valenciennes to Le Cateau, rain began and continued till six next morning, making every condition for attack as vile as it could. They dug them shallow trenches in case of shell-fire, and sent down parties to reconnoitre the bridges over the Selle. Four bridges were "available," i. e. existed in some shape, on or near the Battalion front, but no one had a good word to say for any of them. There is a tale concerning the rivers here, which may be given (without guarantee) substantially as told: "Rivers round Maubeuge? 'Twas all rivers—the Aunelle and the Rhonelle and the Pronelle, an' more, too; an' our Intelligence Officer desirin' to know the last word concernin' each one of 'em before we paddled it. Michael an' me was for that duty. Michael was a runner, afraid o' nothing, but no small liar, and him as fed as myself with reportin' on these same dam' rivers; and Jerry expendin' the last of his small-arm stuff round and round the country. I forget which river 'twas we were scouting, but he was ahead of me, the way he always was. Presently he comes capering back, 'Home, please, Sergeant,' says he. 'That hill's stinking with Jerries beyond.' 'But the river?' says I. 'Ah, come home,' says Michael, 'an I'll learn ye the road to be a V.C.!' So home we went to the Intelligence Officer, and 'twas then I should have spoke the truth. But Michael was before me. I had no more than my