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Weeds, grass and tumbled earth were all about him. It would be no better when he went on. Still he went on. WEEDS GRASS AND TUMBLED EARTH WERE ALL ABOUT HIM IT WOULD BE NO BETTER WHEN HE WENT ON STILL HE WENT ON
anglements and bushes; often he came to rusty strands of barbed wire and walked through them where they had been cut, perhaps years ago, by huge shells; then his feet hissed on through the grass again, dead grass that had hissed about his boots all through the afternoon. Once he sat down to rest on the edge of a crater, weary with such walking as he had never seen before; and after he had stayed there a little while a cat that seemed to have its home in that wild place started suddenly up and leaped away over the weeds. It seemed an animal totally wild, 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. THAT LOLLED OVER OLD ENTANGLEMENTS AND BUSHES OFTEN HE CAME TO RUSTY STRANDS OF BARBED WIRE AND WALKED THROUGH THEM WHERE THEY HAD BEEN CUT PERHAPS YEARS AGO BY HUGE SHELLS THEN HIS FEET HISSED ON THROUGH GRASS AGAIN DEAD GRASS THAT HAD HISSED ABOUT HIS BOOTS ALL THROUGH THE AFTERNOON ONCE HE SAT DOWN TO REST ON THE EDGE OF A CRATER WEARY WITH SUCH WALKING AS HE HAD NEVER SEEN BEFORE AND AFTER HE HAD STAYED THERE A LITTLE WHILE A CAT THAT SEEMED TO HAVE ITS HOME IN THAT WILD PLACE STARTED SUDDENLY UP AND LEAPT AWAY OVER THE WEEDS IT SEEMED 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
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