In the Forests of Mogilef
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But the Austrian prisoners from the German front are fine-looking men, and smartly attired.
Near Kief we meet:
—A miserable lot.
Boys, and to judge by the sound condition of their boots, only lately taken for soldiers, and they are clad in women's jackets and wrapped about with worn-out peasant kerchiefs.
—When one detachment of prisoners was stopped for some reason or other, and afterwards were ordered to catch up, on the run—they did not run like soldiers.
Out of twenty only one held his head high, raised his elbows, and ran in the proper way.
The remainder ran in a disorderly fashion, panting, and waving their arms wildly
In the way that we call:
—Coming in time from the plough.
