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charm one into slumber.  Fretfulness and caddishness appeared in illdisguised grouchy individuals who didn't like having their feet kicked when they began talking in their sleep, and who awoke with a mean temper due to a crick here or there in the body.

At our destination there was much red tape to be gone through.  Nobody knew who we were or where we ought to be. "The First Pursuit Group indeed!" snorted the officials "we'll see about this."  So we cooled our heels all the light sunny morning while the distant boom of naval guns firing into Hamland ^[[sounded rather pleasing to us,]] and angry buzzing from the sky above proclaimed our brothers on high.

Being Sunday the pious French wended Cathedral-ward, other French, just as pious, perhaps, headed towards the lines, in files of supply-trucks, the old news vendor with his fish horn came haltingly down the swept cobblestones, the city gradually awoke while we waited in the "Y," officers' club and longed for our lost bedding rolls and a place to sleep.