A motor-omnibus, with its advertisement signs still displayed but a great red cross floating above it, came rocking down the road on its way to the field hospital in the distance.

As yet, however, the business of fighting seemed scarcely to have commenced.
They passed several small houses and farms, in front of each of which was stationed a sentry.

Once, from the hills behind, a great white-winged aeroplane glided over his head on its way to make a reconnaissance.

Queerest sight of all, here and there were peasants at work in the fields.

One old man leaned upon his spade and watched as the car passed.