n a priest. It was a very nice position
for an able-bodied man with some education, and Fouquet greatly desired
it himself, only he feared he was not sufficiently well educated, since
in civil life he was only a farm hand. So in his march up and down the
_trottoir_ he cast envious glances at the man who picked up papers.

So, bearing his full-weight marching kit, he walked up and down, between
the _baracques_, dogged and defiant. The other orderlies and stretcher
bearers laughed at him, and said: "There goes Fouquet, punished!" And
the patients, who missed him, asked: "Where is Fouquet? Punished?" And
the nurse of that ward, who also missed Fouquet, said: "Poor Fouquet!
Punished!" But Fouquet, swaggering up and down in full sight of all, was
pleased because he had had a good drink the night before, and did not
have to wait upon the patients the day after, and to him, the only sane
thing about the war was the discipline of the Army.

ALONE

Rochard died to-day. He had gas gangrene. His thigh, from knee to
buttock, was torn out by a piece of German shell. It was an interesting
case, because the infection had developed so quickly. He had been placed
under treatment immediately too, reaching the hospital from the trenches
about six hours after he had been wounded. To have a thigh torn off, and
to reach first-class surgical care within six hours, is practically
immediately. Still, gas gangrene had developed, which showed that the
Germans were using very poisonous shells. At that field hospital there
had been established a surgical school, to which young men, just
graduated from medical schools, or old men, graduated long ago from
medical schools, were sent to learn how to take care of the wounded.
After they had received a two months' experience in this sort of war
surgery, they were to be placed in other hospitals, where they could do
the work themselves. So all those young men who did not know much, and
all those old men who had never known much, and had forgotten most of
that, were up here at this field hospital, learning. This had to be
done, because there were not enough good doctors to go round, so in
order to care for the wounded at all, it was necessary to furbish up the
immature and the senile. However, the _Medecin Chef_ in charge of the
hospital and in charge of the surgical school, was a brilliant surgeon
and a good administrator, so he taught the students a good deal.
Therefore, when Rochard came into