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354 Our Major came running out of the P. C., which was in the same building, to see what had happened, and the first one he should meet was Mike. All Mike could say, was, “Major, they shoota dc hell out of the kitch."

That's all there is to it, except that it was Corned Willy again for supper and, well I guess you imagine what we wished the Hun.