"I'd like to put you on a two days' march with a knapsack! Your fine cords would soon get a bit rubbed," said an infantryman, wiping the mud off his face with his sleeve.

" Perched up there, you're more like a bird than a man.

" "There now, Zikin, they ought to put you on a horse.

You'd look fine," said a corporal, chaffing a thin little soldier who bent under the weight of his knapsack.