"There’s my boy Joe," she went on. "What did he do, though only a Territorial and not supposed to move a leg out of his parish?  ’Mum,’ says he—you heard un wi’ yer own ears, Trenchard—’’tis said here and there they want men in France.  Seems to me I must go.’  ’That heathen land!’ says I.  ’Ay, that’s the place,’ says he; ’we’re all going.’  And go he did, and what wi’ the rats and the mud——"