One sees the strangest contrasts of life and death in all this countryside, as when yesterday I came across a highlander playing his pipes in a wild and merry way on an avalanche of old red bricks which once formed part of the mansion of Caulaincourt, with many terraces lined with white statues of Greek goddesses now lying maimed and mutilated among the great rubbish-heaps.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
He was a young highlander, with sandy hair and many freckles, but his attraction was great, for he wore his native costume.
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Mabel Henriette Spielmann
"Maybe the 'carl' did na like the pipes," said the highlander musingly, as he packed them up for his march.
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Charles James Lever (1806-1872)