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In a quarter of an hour Major Hildebrand of the 2nd Corps turned up in his car, and later the company. Pollers had had a little adventure. He was with some of our men when he saw a grey figure coming down one of the glades to the road. We knew there were many stray Uhlans in the forest who had been left behind by our advance. The grey figure was stalked, unconscious of his danger.

Then we were handed over to a friendly sergeant, who believed in more gentlemanly methods, and at Locre we had great rides though Pollers, who was gently unhorsed, is still firmly convinced that wind-mills form the finest deterrent to cavalry. In an unlucky moment two of us had suggested that we should like to learn signaller's work, so we fell upon evil days. First we went out for cable-drill.

Pollers had a shot with his revolver, luckily without effect, for the figure turned out to be our blasphemous farrier, who had gone into the forest, clad only in regulation grey shirt and trousers, to find some water. Later in the afternoon I was sent off to find the North Irish Horse. I discovered them four miles away in the first flush of victory.

Bridge we played every hour of the day, and "Pollers," our sergeant, would occasionally try a little flutter in Dominoes and Patience. At Bailleul the Skipper had suggested our learning to manage the unmechanical horse. The suggestion became an order.