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that name and rank of his which must not be told, patted his thin

shoulders Officers who had lived through such horrors as also may not

be told, crowded about him and shook hands with hiraveyard back in the fields had co, some dearly beloved friend

He would have told the story, but he et and weary

"That can wait," they said, and led him, a motley band of officers and

all decorue

They overtook the lines of

with their slow and weary gait up the road The news spread through the

coluures stepped out of the darkness

with hands out Henri clasped as many as he could

When with his escort he had passed the men they fell, al in behind him There was no

band, but from a thousand throats, yet cautiously until they passed the

poplar trees, there gradually swelled and grew a uard of honor--: Trou la la, ca ne va guere;

Trou la la, ce ne va pas