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And now I have very nearly come to the end of it all, and precious glad / I shall be to find myself there; for I began this old memory with a / light heart, thinking that it would give me some work for the long / summer evenings, but as I went on I wakened a thousand sleeping sorrows / and half-forgotten griefs, and now my soul is all as raw as the hide of / an ill-sheared sheep. If I come safely out of it I will swear never to / set pen to paper again, for it is so easy at first, like walking into a / shelving stream, and then before you can look round you are off your / feet and down in a hole, and can struggle out as best you may.
We buried Jim and de Lissac with four hundred and thirty-one others of / the French Guards and our own Light Infantry in a single trench. Ah! if / you could sow a brave man as you sow a seed, there should be a fine crop / of heroes coming up there some day! Then we left that bloody / battle-field behind us for ever, and with our brigade we marched on over / the French border on our way to Paris.