Cookhouses, horse lines, canteens, and so on were untouched, and one had an eerie feeling in passing at night through these untenanted camping grounds, deserted and lifeless, and a prey to the jackal and pariah dog.

The village had been much shelled, first by Italian and then by Austrian guns, and there was not a house remaining undamaged, though several had been patched up as billets and cookhouses by British troops.

At this time the village was being heavily shelled by 5.9's, and our cookhouse on the outskirts was all but hit, shells bursting all round it in a circle.

Mrs. Corbett showed her how to make a combined washstand and clothes press out of two soap boxes, how to make a wardrobe out of the head of the bed, and set the twin sailors at the construction of a cookhouse where the stove could be put.

She watched them cluster by a bench before the cookhouse, dabble their faces and hands in washbasins, scrub themselves promiscuously on towels, sometimes one at each end of a single piece of cloth, hauling it back and forth in rude play.

All about that cookhouse dooryard spread a confusion of empty tin cans, gaudily labeled, containers of corn and peas and tomatoes.

At the cookhouse door stood a short, plump-bodied girl, dark-skinned and black-haired.

Benton made straight for the cookhouse.

Oh, way down 'pon the Swa-a-nee ribber" He broke into dolorous song and turned back into the cookhouse.

It happened that when he drew in to his cookhouse float, Stella was standing in her kitchen door.

Charlie wheedled Stella into taking up the cookhouse burden again.

She had treasured as a keepsake the only money she had ever earned in her life, her brother's check for two hundred and seventy dollars, the wages of that sordid period in the cookhouse.

The shacks were all burned, and somebody sank the cookhouse scow.

" Inside a cookhouse at one end of the enclosure was a row of soup- boilers.

"They were such good boys we put them to work in the cookhouse.

" When we were taken through the cookhouse I asked about a little Frenchman who was sitting with his nose in a soup bowl He seemed too near-sighted ever to get into any army.

Now the English husband of the German woman, though he had spent most of his life in Hamburg, though perhaps he had been born in Germany, had been interned and, however large his bank account, was taking his place with his pannikin in the stalls in front of some cookhouse for his ration of cabbage soup.

At least I did; the salvage man, less squeamish, found a haven in an adjacent cookhouse grease-trap and dust-shoot.