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to suggest that no manholes were blowing up nearabouts.

At any event we arrived, a sleepy crew, at Epiez, a tiny village tucked away in a nest in the valleys, which was but a mile from what we were told was our camp. We climbed a very high hill forthwith and lo and behold! on the [[underline]] top [[/underline]] of the same was a fairly level field, many hangars and barracks, camouflaged, and our old friends of the 27th and 147th. We were welcomed as befitted a band of prodigals - not that we wanted to be prodigals really; we were forced to be - and after learning who had been killed, how the machines (they had the new type 28 Nieuports) [[strikethrough]] illegible [[/strikethrough]] were working, and the news of the war about us, we settled down to a comfortably lazy afternoon at chatting and pistol shooting. At five o'clock