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"Things are
quiet enough here now; but on Monday"--that would be three days before--
"we shot sixteen men here--rioters and civilians who fired on our
troops, and one grave-robber--a dirty hound! They are yonder."
He swung his arm; and following its swing we saw a mound of fresh-turned
clay, perhaps twenty feet in length, which made a yellow streak against
the green of a small inclosed pasture about a hundred yards away. We
saw many such mounds that day; and this one where the ignoble sixteen
lay was the shortest of the lot. Some mounds were fifty or sixty feet
in length. I presume there were distinguishing marks on the filled-up
trenches where the German dead lay, but from the automobile we could
make out none.
As we started on again, after giving the little Hanoverian the last
treasured copy of a paper we had managed to keep that long against
continual importunity, a big Belgian dog, with a dragging tail and a
sharp jackal nose, loped round from behind an undamaged cow barn which
stood back of the riven shell of a house where the soldiers were
quartered.


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