I buy me a pig. He is a living
pig; very noisy, as you say--very loud. I bring him twenty kilometers
in an automobile, and all the time he struggle to be free; and he cry
out all the time. It is very droll--not?--me and the living pig, which
ride, both together, twenty kilometers!"
We took some letters from him to his mother and sweetheart, to be mailed
when we got back on German soil; and he spurred on, beaming back at us
and waving his free hand over his head.
For half an hour or so, we, traveling rapidly, passed the column, which
was made up of cavalry, artillery and baggage trains. I suppose the
infantry was going by another road. The dragoons sang German marching
songs as they rode by, but the artillerymen were dour and silent lot for
the most part. Repeatedly I noticed that the men who worked the big
German guns were rarely so cheerful as the men who belonged to the other
wings of the service; certainly it was true in this instance.
We halted two miles north of Rheims in the front line of the German
works.
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