This was a cantonment one had never seen before, and the grey-haired military policeman could give no help.'My experience, ' he spoke detachedly, 'is that you'll find everything everywhere. Is it any particular corps you're looking for?''Not in the least, ' I said.'Then you're all right. You can't miss getting something.' He pointed generally to the North Camp. 'It's like floods in a town, isn't it?'He had hit the just word. All known marks in the place were submerged by troops. Parade-grounds to their utmost limits were crowded with them; rises and sky-lines were furred with them, and the length of the roads heaved and rippled like bicycle-chains with blocks of men on the move.The voice of a sergeant in the torment reserved for sergeants at roll-call boomed across a bunker. He was calling over recruits to a specialist corps.'But I've called you once ' he snapped at a man in leggings.'But I'm Clarke Two, ' was the virtuous rep
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