I should have called it a well-digger.
Erect upon the highest stretch of riddled walls, with his legs spraddled far apart and his arms jerking in expressive gestures, he told us how the German infantry had advanced across the open ground.

It had been hard, he said, to hold the men back until the order for the charge was given, and then they burst from their cover and came on at a dead run, cheering.
"It was very fine," he added.

"Very glorious." "Did you have any losses in the charge ?" asked one of our party.
"Oh, yes," he answered, as though that part of the proceeding was purely an incidental detail and of no great consequence.

"We lost many men here--very many--several thousands, I think.

Most of them are buried where you see those long ridges in the second field beyond." In a sheltered corner of a redoubt, close up under a parapet and sheathed on its inner side with masonry, was a single grave.