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around and rode right into the town, with no more harm done by the trip other than a broken suit case, some wetness, and some very bad stains from the motor truck to our new trench coats.

We were conducted to the Provost Marshals' Office first of all and here, as at every stop on the journeys to come, our order were "vis'ed" and one registry taken. The accomplishment of the transfer of our bothersome baggage was made by an American "doughboy" who had acquired enough of the railroad jargon to speed up the necessary red tape. The labels so familiar of old ^[[on certain ^[[travelled]] trunks I had early viewed with awe,]] were pasted with the little marks of destination by the unromantic expedient of a deft Frenchwoman's hand, a thick brush, and the glue; and it was so after going through a few more stations - our trunks assumed