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Now thick gorse hedges in our road.

A quarter of a mile further our on the moorlands we come to a wood of pines.

This wood is fringed with a heavy growth of rhododendron not yet in bloom, but quite beautiful, with its bold ever green leaf in walk like masses.

Its growth is so prolific here that it presses in from both sides of the road and compells our Corporal to order us to march in single file.

A halt is called and each man casts off his equipment, leans hi rifle against a tree and throws himself upon the mossy bank in a little opening found beyond the rhododendron.

Cards are brought to light by some that time may not hang heavily upon them.

Near by there are several kinds of splendid pines, thick almost as thatch.

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