Next morning we duly pushed off, and in the course of time found ourselves deep in Bocheland holding a sketchy2 line of outposts and waiting for the Hun to do the sporting thing and counter. More time passed, and as the Hun showed no signs of getting a move on we began to look about us and take stock.
Personally I felt that a square meal might do something towards curing a hollow feeling that was gnawing3 me beneath the belt. As I was rummaging4 through my haversack the pigeon-carrier approached and asked for the book of rules.
Now to the uninitiated, I have no doubt, pigeon-flying sounds the easiest game in the world. You just take a picture-postcard, mark the spot you are on with a cross, add a few words, such as, "Hoping this finds you in the pink, as it leaves me at present—I don't think," insert it in the faithful fowl5's beak6, say, "Home, John," and in a few minutes it is rattling7 into the General's letter-box. This is by no means the case. Pigeons are the kittlest of cattle. If you don't treat them just so they will either chuck up the game on the spot or hand your note to Hindenburg. To avoid this a book of the rules is issued to pigeon-carriers, giving instructions as to when and how the creatures should be fed, watered, exercised, etc.
On this occasion I felt through my pockets for the book of the rules and drew blank. "What's the matter with the bird, anyhow?" I asked.
"Looks a bit dahn-'earted," said the carrier; "dejected-like, as you might say."
"Seeing you've been carrying it upside down for the last twenty-four hours it isn't to be wondered at," said my Troop Sergeant8; "blood's run to its head, that's what."
"Turn it the other way up for a bit and run the blood back again," I suggested.
"Exercise is what it wants," said my sergeant firmly.
"By all means exercise it, then," said I.
"Ask the sergeant," said I. "Sergeant, how do you exercise a pigeon? Lunge it, or put it through Swedish monkey motions?"
The sergeant rubbed his chin stubble.
"Can't say I remember the official method, sir; one might take it for a walk at the end of a string, or——"
"These official pigeons," I interposed, "have got to be treated in the official manner or they won't work; their mechanism10 becomes deranged11. We had a pigeon at the Umpteenth12 Battle of Wipers and upset it somehow. Anyway, when we told it to buzz off and fetch reinforcements, it sat on a tree licking its fluff and singing, and we had to throw mud at it to get it to shift. Where it went to then goodness only knows, for it has never been seen since. I am going to do the right thing by this bird."
I thereupon sent a galloper13 to the next outpost, occupied by the Babe and Co., asking him the official recipe for exercising pigeons. The answer came back as follows:—
"Ask Albert Edward. All I know about 'em is that you mustn't discharge birds of opposite sex together as they stop and flirt14.
P.S.—You haven't got such a thing as a bit of cold pudden about you, guv'nor, have you? I'm all in."
"Don't discharge birds after sunset," ran his reply; "they're afraid to go home in the dark—that's all I recollect16. Ask the Skipper.
I sighed and sent my messenger on to the Skipper, inquiring the official method of exercising pigeons. Half an hour later his answer reached me—
"Don't know. Try eating 'em. That's what I'm doing with mine."
While on the subject of carrier-pigeons, I may mention that one winter night I was summoned to Corps18 H.Q. Said a Red Hat: "We are going to be rude to the Boche at dawn and we want you to go over with the boys. When you reach your objectives just drop us a pigeon to say so. Here's a chit, take it to the pigeon loft19 and get a good nippy fowl. Good night and good luck."
I found the pigeon-fancier inside an old London omnibus which served for a pigeon-loft, spoon-feeding a sick bird. A dour20 Lancastrian, the fancier studied my chit with a sour eye, then, grumbling21 that he didn't know what the army was coming to turning birds out of bed at this hour, he slowly climbed a ladder and, poking22 his head through a trap in the roof, addressed himself to the pigeons.
"That you, Flossie? No, you can't go with them tail feathers missing to the General's cat. Jellicoe—no, you can't go neither, you've 'ad a 'ard day out with them tanks. Nasty cough you've got, Gaby; I'll give you a drop of 'ot for it presently. You're breathin' very 'eavy, Joffre; been over-eatin' yourself again, I suppose—couldn't fly a yard. Eustace, you're for it."
He backed down the ladder, grasping the unfortunate Eustace, stuffed it in a basket and handed it to me.
"I hope this is a good bird," said I, "nippy and all that?"
The fancier snorted, "Good bird? Nothing can't stop 'im, barrages24, smoke, nothing. 'E's deserved the V.C. scores of times over; 'e's the best bird in the army, an' don't you forget it, sir."
I promised not to, caught up the basket and fled.
I reached the neighbourhood of the line at about 2 a.m. It was snowing hard and the whole front was sugared over like a wedding-cake, every track and landmark25 obliterated26. For some hours I groped about seeking Battalion27 H.Q., tripping over hidden wire, toboganning down snow-masked craters28 into icy shell-holes, the inimitable Eustace with me. Finally I fell head-first into a dug-out inhabited by three ancient warriors29, who were sitting round a brazier sucking cigarettes. They were Brigade Scouts30, they told me, and were going over presently. They were also Good Samaritans, one of them, Fred, giving me his seat by the fire and a mug of scalding cocoa, while his colleagues, Messrs. Alf and Bert, attended to Eustace, who needed all the attention he could get. I caught snatches of their conversation here and there: "Shall us toast 'im over the brazier a bit, Alf?" "Wonder if a drop o' rum would 'earten 'im?" "Tip it into his jaws31 when 'e yawns, Bert."
At length Eustace's circulation was declared restored and the three set about harnessing themselves for the war, encasing their legs in sand-bags, winding32 endless mufflers round their heads and donning innumerable odd overcoats, so that their final appearance was more that of apple-women than scouts.
We then set out for the battle, Bert leading the way towards the barrage23 which was cracking and banging away in yellow flashes over the Boche lines.
"Wazzermatter, Bert?" Alf shouted.
"They've quit—slung their 'ook," came the voice.
Fifty yards brought us bumping up against Bert, who was prodding34 through the débris of a German post with the point of his bayonet.
"So the swines have beat it?" said Fred. "Any soovenirs?"
"Nah!" said Bert, spitting, "not a blinkin' 'am-sandwich."
"Is this really our objective?" I asked.
"It is, sir," Bert replied. "Best sit down and keep quiet; the rest of the boys will be along in a jiffy, and they'd bomb their own grandmothers when they're worked up."
I put my hand in the basket and dragged Eustace forth35. He didn't look up to V.C. form. Still I had explicit36 orders to release him when our objective was reached, and obedience37 is second nature with me.
I secured my message to his leg, wished him luck and tossed him high in the air. A swirl38 of snow hid him from view.
I didn't call at H.Q. when I returned. I went straight home to bed and stayed there. As they did not send for me and I heard no more about it I conjectured39 that the infallible Eustace had got back to his bus and all was well. Nevertheless I had a sort of uneasy feeling about him. I heard no more of it for ten days, and then, out walking one afternoon, I bumped into the pigeon-fancier. There was no way of avoiding the man; the lane was only four feet wide, bounded by nine-foot walls with glass on top. So I halted opposite him, smiled my prettiest and asked after Eustace. "So glad he got home all right," said I; "a great bird that."
The fancier glared at me, his sour eyes sparkling, his fists opening and shutting. I felt that only bitter discipline stood between them and my throat.
"Ay, sir," said he, speaking with difficulty, "he's a great bird, but not the bird he was. He got home all right yesterday, but very stiff in the legs from walking every step o' the way."
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