The chorus ran something like this:-- "When Uncle Sam comes He brings his Infantry; He brings Artillery; He brings his Cavalry.
Then, by God, we'll all go to Germany! God help Kaiser Bill! God help Kaiser Bill! God help Kaiser Bill! "For when Uncle Sam comes...." (Repeat) One day Maude asked me to go to the belfry, the old sixteenth-century prison of Amiens, a beautiful building outside, but inside it was very black and awe-inspiring.

The cells, away up in the tower, with their stone beds and straw, rats and smaller animals, made one's flesh creep.

I am sorry I never painted the old fat lady who kept the keys in the entrance hall, a black place, lit by an oil lamp which hung over the stone fireplace.

I put off painting her and her hall then for some reason, and later she was killed by a shell at the door during the bombardment.

Here in the belfry the deserters were put, in an endeavour to make them say who they were, and Maude asked me to go this day because he had an interesting case.
A young man in a captain's tunic had been found in a brothel, and his papers were very incomplete.