A row of these cannons, perhaps fifty in all, were ranked alongside awaiting loading and transportation.

Except for the agonized whine of the tackle-blocks and the buzzing of the flies the place where we sat was pretty quiet.

There were a million flies, and there seemed to be a billion.

You wouldn't have thought, unless you had been there to see for yourself, that there were so many flies in the world.

By the time this was printed the cold weather had cured Europe of its fly plague, but during the first three months I know that the track of war was absolutely sown with these vermin.