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diff --git a/60875-0.txt b/60875-0.txt index 7a82b80..573ba6e 100644 --- a/60875-0.txt +++ b/60875-0.txt @@ -3685,7 +3685,7 @@ beams came creeping round the corner. They made the bushland warm and cheerful, and the damp fled away from the patches of brown earth which appeared in places on the hills. The insects came out from cracks and crevices, and set briskly on new travels; and the little birds which were -lovemaking in the greener puffed their breasts out, and chirruped with +lovemaking in the greenery puffed their breasts out, and chirruped with morning confidence. It was going to be a tropic day. The cook, however he was, had boiled some tea and fried rashers of bacon. @@ -5812,7 +5812,7 @@ and the anchorage. Incredible bags stood to his account, and my own back was grazed by his pellet on an unlucky afternoon. Would that I could boast as Beachy Bill! -He had a comrade-a warrior after his heart—the Anafarta gun. This comrade +He had a comrade—a warrior after his heart—the Anafarta gun. This comrade fired from Anafarta, the low land beyond our left, and one or other would sweep the beach all hours of the day. Did you leave the shelter of the provision stacks, you took life in your hands. They would snipe at the @@ -6507,7 +6507,7 @@ so that little was to show of the original uniform. Roads worn solid by passage of many feet led to the principal places, and the thick scrub that once had made this valley so difficult and so romantic had long gone as firewood for the cooks. I have seen mining camps with all the same -appearance. But In time the secret was given away. It might be the enemy +appearance. But in time the secret was given away. It might be the enemy sent us half a dozen big shells at tea-time, or on the way up or down you passed a stretcher making the journey to the beach. Once I met a dead man lying on the side of the road. His lower body was naked and mottled, @@ -6656,7 +6656,7 @@ The mail had arrived, and half-way up men sorted a heap of bags, and all with nothing to do loafed round on the chance of spotting something of their own. Letters were the one interest remaining to this drooping army. A good or bad mail made or marred a fellow’s temper for the week. This -collection was for the infantry, and we passed it by Without interest. +collection was for the infantry, and we passed it by without interest. We climbed past the Infantry Headquarters, and up the next pinch to the mouth of the communication trench where Lewis was said to be. The place was quite deserted, except for hosts of flies. The trench was high and |