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"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.
"Take a stick between your legs, that'll suit you for a horse!"
the hussar shouted back.
CHAPTER VIII

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