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It was a bitter night, and the tiny bit of fire that we had ventured to

round hardly kept the chill from

our half-frozen limbs Food was not plentiful, luxuries we had none,

and in place of the dashing-looking artilleryold people

are accustomed to see on parade, anyone who had looked upon us would

have seen a set of riht

I was seated on an upturned barrel, huggingit down over h boots, as Imen, and I felt ashamed to be the owner of

so war, when eant put in his head and said: "Captain of the coive

him a taste of the fire and a drop of brandy; he's half dead with the

cold"

"Bring hi about hoarden at Isleworth and then of that at Ha to ood job that we

had the stern,our