on my face. He fired but missed a huge boar at very close range.

And so we started home. On the way we were met by a beater who rushed up excitedly + said that the officer who had stayed behind on the off chance of stopping a break back had killed a big boar. Sure enough he had. The weight was estimated at between 300 + 400 lbs. It certainly was a monster + we named him the Kaiser at once.

The lucky man cut off the head + bore it back in triumph. At the cottage where we left our cars the hold woman gave us all what they have to call "coffee" with fresh milk + sugar + refused absolutely to take any payment. This coffee is a kind of postum made of burnt grain of some sort. At all event it does me no harm which real coffee does. It is a curious sensation living here in this town among our enemies though to tell the truth they do not behave much like enemies for they are glad to get rid of the Prussian yoke + at the same time to have military protection against local troublemakers.

We have to make ourselves somewhat arrogant + overbearing in order to