"Where is that damned fool of a Sergeant-Major?" asked
one; "It was his gathering those mushrooms in the open that started
Fritz." Just at that moment down the ditch came the Sergeant-Major
limping; he had been slightly wounded in the leg by a bit of shrapnel,
but he was hanging onto his mushrooms.
"'Ere, Grant, take this, will you, till I fix me leg," and he handed me
the mushrooms and started undoing his puttee where the blood was soaking
through. When he had bound up his wound I handed him his dainties and
he held them up admiringly.
"It was a bit dangerous, doncher know, but, blow me tight, if I wouldn't
do it again to get a beauty like that," holding up the large one he had
shown me when he was gathering them.
"You bleedin' idiot," I said, "don't you know a mushroom when you see
it? That's a toadstool! I passed it up."
CHAPTER XI
SCOTTY COMES BACK AT THE SOMME
The German lines were on the hills; every time we took a position it was
always uphill, until we got over Pozieres Ridge and then our work was
downhill for the time.
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