This here sile looks just similar, only richer and deeper, and how they means to get these big carts laden up through it, beats me altogether." "Yes, Dick," Jack Archer answered, "but they expect to take the place before the winter comes on." "They expects," the old tar repeated scornfully.

"For my part, I don't think nothing of these soldier chaps.

Why, I was up here with the first party as come, the day after we got here, and there warn't nothing in the world to prevent our walking into it.

Here we've got 50,000 men, enough, sir, to have pushed those rotten old walls down with their hands, and here we be a-digging and a-shovelling on the hillside nigh a mile from the place, and the Russians are a-digging and a-shovelling just as hard at their side.

I see 'em last night after we got back to camp.