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We continued to march parallel with the railway. Trains filled with men, horses, and supplies were continually passing us. The men looked enviously at the goods wagons being whirled past us, through the open doors of which were to be seen horses' muzzles.
"Eh? But what luck for the horses! Meanwhile we have to walk."