Nor shall we forget it who came that way in the early afternoon of a flawless summer day.

Let me try to recreate La Buissiere for you, reader.

Here the Sambre, a small, orderly stream, no larger or broader or wider than a good-sized creek would be in America, flows for a mile or two almost due east and weSt.The northern bank is almost flat, with low hills rising on beyond like the rim of a saucer.

The town--most of it--is on this side.

On the south the land lifts in a moderately stiff bluff, perhaps seventy feet high, with wooded edges, and extending off and away in a plateau, where trees stand in well-thinned groves, and sunken roads meander between fields of hops and grain and patches of cabbages and sugar beets.