"Just enough exercise to be pleasant; no trouble about baggage or route, or where one is to stop for the night; nothing to pay, and everything managed for you.

What could one want for, more ?" "We could do with a little less dust," Dick Ryan said, with a laugh; "but we cannot expect everything." "Unfortunately, there will be an end to our marching, and not a very pleasant one," Terence said.

"At present, one scarcely recognizes that one is a prisoner.

The French officers certainly do all in their power to make us forget it; and their soldiers, and ours, try their best to hold some sort of conversation together.

I feel that I am making great progress in French, and it is especially jolly when we halt for the night, and get the bivouac fires burning, and chat and laugh with the French officers as though we were the best friends in the world." The march was, indeed, conducted in a comfortable and easy fashion.
At starting, the prisoners marched four abreast, and the French two abreast at each side; but before a mile had been passed the order was no longer strictly observed, and the men trudged along, smoking their pipes, laughing and talking, the French and English alternately breaking into a marching song.