There were cornfields that stirred and whispered, but no
hedges, no trees, and not a house to be seen.
Nikolai turned and said: "A very strong battle here, Your Honour, only
three weeks back."
By the side of the road stood a little cluster of wooden crosses and
behind them were two large holes filled now with water upon which the
moon was shining. In these holes the frogs were making a tremendous
noise.
"That was shell," I said to Trenchard, pointing. The frogs drowned my
voice; there was something of a melancholy triumph in their cry and
their voices seemed to be caught up and echoed by thousands upon
thousands of other frogs inhabiting the plain.
We came then upon a trench; the ridge of it stretched like a black
cord straight across the cornfield and here for a moment the road
seemed lost.
I got out. "Here, Trenchard. You must come and look at this. Your
first Austrian trench. You may find treasure."
We walked along in single file for some time and then suddenly I lost
him: the trench, just where we were, divided into two.
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