text:  But we had scarcely begun to taste the gifts that fortune had sent us in the shape of huge sausages and brown bread--the _luxuries!_ for which the soldier of Teutchland wooes the goddess of war--than we found ourselves ordered to move off the ground by the peremptory mandate of a troop of the Royal Guard who had followed our movement more hungry more thirsty and more laced and epauleted than ourselves