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We went by a rather pretentious house, with pear trees in front
of it and a big barn alongside it; and right under the eaves of the barn
I picked up the short jacket of a French trooper, so new and fresh from
the workshop that the white cambric lining was hardly soiled. The
figure 18 was on the collar; we decided that its wearer must have
belonged to the Eighteenth Cavalry Regiment. Behind the barn we found a
whole pile of new knapsacks--the flimsy play-soldier knapsacks of the
French infantrymen, not half so heavy or a third so substantial as the
heavy sacks of the Germans, which are all bound with straps and covered
on the back side with undressed red bullock's hide.
Until now we had seen, in all the silent, ruined village, no human
being. The place fairly ached with emptiness. Cats sat on the
doorsteps or in the windows, and presently from a barn we heard
imprisoned beasts lowing dismally. Cows were there, with agonized
udders and, penned away from them, famishing calves; but there were no
dogs.


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