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.