I explained to him that there was no smell, and he said, "But didn't you see one has an eye still ?" But I knew that all four eyes had withered away months before.

There must have been something strange about the place.
Most of these summer months John Masefield was working on the Somme battlefields.

He preferred to work out there on the spot.

He would get a lift out from Amiens in the morning on a motor or lorry, work all day by himself at some spot like La Boisselle, and walk back to the bridge at Albert and look out for a lift back to Amiens.

If we worked out in this direction, on the way home our eye was always kept on the (p.