Prince Andrew and the officer rode up, looked at the entrenchment, and went on again.
Just behind it they came upon some dozens of soldiers, continually replaced by others, who ran from the entrenchment.
They had to hold their noses and put their horses to a trot to escape from the poisoned atmosphere of these latrines.
"Voila l'agrement des camps, monsieur le Prince,"* said the staff officer.
*"This is a pleasure one gets in camp, Prince.