It happened to be exactly the place I had wished to find, for at one end of the wall stood the Lancer dummy, whose fame has gone through the camp.

There he stood, regarding the Dutch with a calm but defiant aspect, his head and shoulders projecting about three feet over the wall.

His legs were only a sack stuffed with straw, but round his straw body a beautiful khaki tunic had been buttoned, and his straw head was protected by a regulation helmet, for which a slouch hat was sometimes substituted, to give variety and versimilitude.

In his right hand he grasped a huge branch of a tree, either as rifle or lance.

He was withdrawn occasionally, and stuck up again in a fresh attitude.