I collected in a bag a few delicacies from the under-regions of this house, Lyons sausages, salami, mortadel, apples, roes, raisins, artichokes, biscuits, a few wines, a ham, bottled fruit, pickles, coffee, and so on, with a gold plate, tin-opener, cork-screw, fork, &c., and dragged them all the long way back to the engine before I could eat.

The Tin-opener "They're devils to snipe, ain't they, Bill?" Old Bill FOREWORD Down South, in the Valley of the Somme, far from the spots recorded in this book, I began to write this story.

Put you to the edge of the swordor rather of the tin-opener," and he pulled his lunch-basket from under the seat.