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He went on and on over shell holes, passing round them where they were deep, stepping into or over the small ones. Little burrs clutched at him; he went rustling on, the only sound in the waste but the clicking of shattered iron. HE WENT ON AND ON OVER SHELL HOLES PASSING ROUND THEM WHERE THEY WERE DEEP STEPPING INTO OR OVER THE SMALL ONES LITTLE BIRS CLUTCHED AT HIM HE WENT RUSTLING ON THE ONLY SOUND IN THE WASTE BUT THE CLICKING OF SHATTERED IRON
ld, and utterly afraid of man. Grey bare hills surrounded the waste: a partridge called far off: evening was drawing in. He rose wearily, and yet with a certain fervour, as one that pursues With devotion a lamentable quest. Looking round him as he left his resting-place he saw a cabbage or two that after some while had come back to what was a field and had sprouted on the edge of a shell-hole. A yellowing convolvulus climbed up a dead weed. Weeds, grass and tumbled earth were all about him. It would be no better when he went on. Still he went on. A flower or two peeped up among the weeds. He stood up and looked at the landscape and drew no hope from that, the shattered trunk of a stricken tree leered near him, white trenches scarred the hillside. He followed an old trench through a hedge of elder, passed under more wire, by a great rusty shell that had not burst, passed by a dug-out where something grey seemed to lie down at the bottom of many steps. Black fungi grew near the entrance. MED AN ANIMAL TOTALLY WILD AND UTTERLY AFRAID OF MAN GRAY BARE HILLS SURROUNDED THE WASTE A PARTRIDGE CALLED FAR OFF EVENING WAS DRAWING IN HE ROSE WEARILY AND YET WITH A CERTAIN FERVOUR AS ONE THAT PURSUES WITH DEVOTION A LAMENTABLE QUEST LOOKING ROUND HIM AS HE LEFT HIS RESTING PLACE HE SAW A CABBAGE OR TWO THAT AFTER SOME WHILE HAD COME BACK TO WHAT WAS A FIELD AND HAD SPROUTED ON THE EDGE OF A SHELL HOLE A YELLOWING CONVOLVULUS CLIMBED UP A DEAD WEED WEEDS GRASS AND TUMBLED EARTH WERE ALL ABOUT HIM IT WOULD BE NO BETTER WHEN HE WENT ON STILL HE WENT ON A FLOWER OR TWO PEEPED UP AMONG THE WEEDS HE STOOD UP AND LOOKED AT THE LANDSCAPE AND DREW NO HOPE FROM THAT THE SHATTERED TRUNK OF A STRICKEN TREE LEERED NEAR HIM WHITE TRENCHES SCARRED THE HILLSIDE HE FOLLOWED AN OLD TRENCH THROUGH A HEDGE OF ELDER PASSED UNDER MORE WIRE BY A GREAT RUSTY SHELL THAT HAD NOT BURST PASSED BY A DUGOUT WHERE SOMETHING GRAY SEEMED TO LIE DOWN AT THE BOTTOM OF MANY STEPS BLACK FUNGI GREW NEAR THE ENTRANCE
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