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BY OWEN WISTER
Mother
Lin McLban
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Lady Baltimobb
Philosophy Four
Padrb Ignacio
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Rid Min and Whiti
Thi JiifMY John Boss
MiMBIRS OF THI FAMILY
yU. S. Grant, a Biography
/Thi Pintioost of Calamity
Thi Sivin Aqir of Washington
journiy in slarch of christmas
Thi Dragon of Wantliy: His Tail
How Doth thi Simpub Sfiluno Bn
indispbnsabub information for infants; or,
Easy Entranob to Education
OWEN WISTER
Of the Ameriean AcftdBiuy of ArU and L«tters
Uembre eomapoadMit de Ia SoddU de 0«ns de Lettna
Boiioru7 Pellow of Um 'Bajal Bodetj of Litantnra
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THE IIACMILLAN COMPANY
1922
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Copyright, 1922,
By the MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set ttp and fMrintcd. Published August, 1922.
PRZNTBD IN THl UNITBD STATES OF AMERICA
TO THE MEMOBT OF M. C. W.
The plight of France, the deed of Qermany, and
the international destiny of the United States, are
the main themes of this volume, which closes a series
of three, begun with The Pentecost of Calamity,
followed by A Straight Deal.
Philadelphia,
Decoration Bay, 1922.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PART FIRST
IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE HUN
PAGE
I. Faces and a Scar 3
II. Victims Various 6
III. The Fragments that Remain — 1 11
IV. Life Flickering 22
V. An Inn of the Soul 25
VI. The Fragments that Remain — 2 42
VII. Some Peace Conferences 72
VIII. Le Petit Due 87
IX. Kansas on an Island 97
X. A Glimpse of the Poilu 109
XI. Transfusion prom America 116
XII. Ludendorff's Pocket 125
XIII. The Great Shrine 136
XIV. The Towers in the Night 151
XV. Uplift 157
XVI. Chemin de fer de l'Est 174
XVII. Bar-le-Duc 190
XVIII. Along the Sacred Way 197
XIX. Where We Slept Well 217
XX. The Cook and the Doughboy 227
XXI. Last Lap to the Armistice 234
XXII. Verdun 267
ix
X
TABLE OF CONTENTS
XXIII.
XXIV.
XXV.
XXVI.
XXVII.
XXVIII.
XXIX.
Appendix
Appendix
PART SECOND
AFTER TWO YEARS
PA6S
Old Acquaintance 281
Over the Spilled Milk 295
By Their Fbttits 313
MlLITABISTIC f 348
Idlb» Well Off? 354
The Bbain of One Dimension 397
Can These Bones Live! 410
A — The Supreme Council Differ About
Upper Silesia 421
B— FocH Speaks His Mind 435
PART FIRST
IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE HUN
NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
PACES AND A SCAB
we went along the straight Toad, I began to see
what was not there, while what was there dissolved
slowly away from my open eyes. The April night,
fnll of sonnds and storm, had dropped upon the hills
one last thin veil of snow, and this still stretched its
gleamy film over their ridges. Below, it was gone
from the wide flat lands, where blossoms expanded
beneath the sun of the April day. These came by
like white clouds caught in the twigs of the fruit
trees. Along the road as we went, they showed above
the tops of the high French walls, they shone mistily
across the flat French distance. Among the taller
trees, in the heights of the poplars and the willows,
hung like a breath the faintly tinted web that be-
tokened sap stirring, life awakening, leaves invisible
but soon to come. Every early delicate hue of field
and garden and wood beamed through skein upon
skein of weaving exhalations. On either side the
constantly straight road, I watched between the
trunks of the poplars acres upon acres, where wet
new grass glinted, brooks ran full, and far-off tufts
of spring color, like puffs of smoke, seemed enmeshed
in the tangle of the copses.
8
4 NEIGHBOES HENCEFORTH
How unlike was this to England, the England I
had just seen I Tes, but one strange, deep likeness
there was. I had not walked for five minutes in Eng-
land after setting foot on shore — ^I had not walked
for two— before I was aware of the changed English
face. Once aware of it, it was something I should
never forget. In the trains, in the streets, in the
houses, in the churches — especially in the churches —
you could read that the English face had looked upon
something, and was changed. When they were talk-
ing, even when they were laughing, it did not quite go,
this change in look; and it always wholly returned.
Soldiers had it, and civilians, men and women;
not all the children, but even some of them. It
corresponded to nothing that they ever said. Their
talk was usual, cheerful, they referred to sad things
lightly, and they joked and enjoyed your joke. The
one thing that they never said was the thing which
their faces said for them. Did they know this?
Could I ask themt Never. People of old that saw
Medusa's head were turned to stone. I thought of
this myth and its marvellous symbol often in the first
days; but it was not Medusa's head that had been
looked upon. The English were farther away from
being stone than ever I had seen them. Turn to old
photographs of Northerners and Southerners in our
Civil War, and in the faces of those dedicated boys,
and of their fathers and mothers, you will find the
counterpart of what I saw in the English face. Com-
pared with those of our Civil War, the general Amer-
ican face of today is an empty countenance. Then,
on coming from England to France, the same thing
had been visible at once. Those who examined our
passports on the quay, those who opened our bag-
FACES AND A SCAR 5
gage, the porters who then carried it, the woman
from whom I bought coffee and bread at the station,
and the woman at the bookstall on the platform — ^in
the faces of them all, whether they talked, smiled, or
were silent, was what I had seen in England, what
I had not seen at home. The Parisians had it, too, in
the hotels, the shops, the cafes. I ceased to see the
kilometre stones as we passed them on this April
forenoon, or the blossoms, or the fields ; my memory
showed me only the French faces, of women or of
men, belonging to every class. The look they wore
was like a sort of language which did not need to be
spoken, which needed no translation. It was a com-
mon language to both French and English, and they
all understood it.
Suddenly, in the green field by which we were pass-
ing on that long straight road, an object broke my
reverie. It was a charred, half-roasted aeroplane,
lying there like a great dead black bat. It was a
symbol, like Medusa ^s head. The Huns had never
been able to walk as near Paris as this, but they had
sailed here through the air, dropping flames and
death during four hideous years. To my fancy now,
as we went along that straight highway, the trees
with their blossoms, the hills with their snow, the flat
country veiled with the tender heralding hues of
spring, all nature, seemed to wear the look of the
English and French faces.
n
VICTIMS VABIOUS
Again for a while I watched it, this avenue between
the high poplars, broad where we were, narrowing to
a line far ahead in the April haze. There was no
breeze. The air lay limp after the night's long tur-
bulence, but our speed brought a sharp wind against
the face. I watched the houses and villages. La
Chapelle-en-Serval came and was gone, and Pont-
arme ; after which we went through some lean woods.
These were empty, so were the fields, so was
everything. France was here — ^but where were the
French? That crumpled aeroplane, far behind us
now, gave the answer. It, was rare to see man or
woman dotting the flat spaces. So little motion of
human beings there was, that each occurrence of it
caught the eye. Even the village streets stared
somewhat blankly because they were so nearly bare
of people. Paris streets had swarmed. Every pave-
ment had been a jungle of men and women. The
crowd seemed to obscure the very architecture. One
stood a long while waiting for a vacant seat to dine,
and the trains underground were congested thick
with passengers. There, in Paris, one had met
the aeroplane in various symbolic guises. By
the window in the bank where I got my money, stood
a young messenger with one eye sunk in blankness,
and black gloves upon his artificial hands. Walking
about in the room, or seated, were figures with
6
VICTIMS VARIOUS 7
crutches, and empty sleeves, and limping mechanical
gaits. Nothing had seemed the matter with the
smiling fellow who answered my bell, took my clothes,
knocked on my door at the appointed hour, until his
charming cheerfulness and succulent pronunciation
led me one day to say :
**You're from the South, I can hear if
**Yes, monsieur. From Toulouse. Monsieur
should make us a visit. It is not France here, we
are more amiable than these Parisians. Paris is not
amiable."
**You^re very far from home."
**Yes, indeed, monsieur. One must do what one
can. Oh, I shall go back. ' '
Then I learned of his three wounds and that one of
these was still a living pain. But as the days passed
this pain was growing less, he was going to be quite
well and strong. He told me, too, that once for
twenty-four hours he had been buried with some
comrades by the bursting of a shell. "We thought
that was the finish, but they dug us out in time. I
shall be able to do heavier work as soon as this gets
all right ^ ^ — ^and he touched his body lightly. If in his
valiant smiling spirit there was a sore spot, he never
revealed it.
In Paris, it needed but to fall into friendly talk like
this with almost any man at aU, except the very old,
and you learned that he had paid his toll of blood.
He had paid it in nineteen-fourteen, or fifteen, or
sixteen, seventeen, eighteen — ^sometimes in several of
these years ; and often he had brothers who had paid
the final toll. Now and then his women had paid
women's toll, and not infrequently his house and
village, like his brothers, were come to dust. To you
8 NEIGHBOES HENCEFORTH
who read this, how can I impart what hearing it was
like, face to face with those who had lived what they
told? It can not be done. I can not make yon hear
them any more that I can make yon see that cmmpled
aeroplane, lying like a scar on the clean fields. It
was the first broken refuse, the first dead ember of
war that I met; and all the monnds and miles of
extinction that I was presently to look at and remem-
ber for ever, have not obliterated this stark evil
image, this plague-spot upon the face of spring.
Senlis came and went. War signs were here more
plentiful, yet not enough to jog me back to the sights
of the road. We passed Villeneuve-sur-Verberie.
These names I heard, and for a moment saw the
places, but remember nothing of their aspect. I was
travelling forty-nine years away ; I was sailing up the
Rhine that day in 1870 when that war began ; I was
seeing Bismarck ^s locomotives puffing by, linked for
mobilization ; I was hearing that hysterical shout of
false alarm from a man in the skiff on the river :
**Die Franzosen sind zu Bingen!''
Thus this frightened German had raved as he stood
swinging his arms in the middle of the Rhine to warn
our steamer back. It had raised amongst the pas-
sengers a flutter and a suspense, all pleasure to me.
The events that followed upon this day during many
months had been all pleasure to me, because I under-
stood the significance of none of them: our boat^s
unhindered voyage up the Rhine, near which, in that
war, no French ever came ; our stay at Mainz ; our
thwarted plan for Oberammergau ; our flight from
Munich to Lindau upon a long, crowded train of
travellers likewise seeking in haste a neutral country ;
our crossing of the lake to Romanshorn ; then Switz-
VICTIMS VARIOUS 9
erland; and soon for me the boarding-school of
Hof wyl, near Berne. Of less importance to me then
than my studies and my home-sickness was the public
news. Older people spoke of Gravelotte and Sedan.
I did not then connect these names with Bismarck's
locomotives. Those were a picture, while names of
distant battles and surrenders had no reality for me.
Eeality of the locomotive sort came next with another
set of pictures at that Hof wyl school. Our long stone
house wherein we both lived and studied faced west,
and the setting sim bUnked upon it through a grove
of trees. Eastward at our back the open land sloped
slowly down for about a mile to a lake, itself about a
mile long and half as wide. Flanking our right was
the gymnasium in a big sort of granary, slightly in
advance of the front line of the house. In this I
know not how many French soldiers came to be
barracked. They had fled across the border, from
Belfort if I remember, into Switzerland, and here
they had been interned. They were drilled each day.
They used to be drawn up in front of the granary, and
we would go and watch them and hear them answer
to the roll-caU. Their faces were grave, unhappy,
little washed, little shaved, their uniforms dingy,
their voices, as they responded, rather wild and
strange. They were a little piece of the rags of
Napoleon III 's Empire. Bismarck 's locomotives had
torn it and these lives to shreds — ^though this I took
in not then, but long after. What I then took in was
just the pictures, the daily scenes : the white snow,
the black trees, the red sparks of setting sun ; the long
gaunt lines of the schoolhouse and granary ; we boys
in our uniforms staring at the drill; the dingy
unhappy interned, their hairy faces, their strange
10 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
voices, their winter breath; and then, one day, we
boys ninning to the east side of the house, where we
watched one of the interned French trying to escape.
He was a dot on the frozen lake, other dots were on
the land, and puffs of smoke behind him came from
the gmis, as he struggled to get away— and he did not
succeed. You may say that Bismarck's locomotives
caught him, after all.
Well, weU. Thus near the beginning of my days
and thus again near their end, I had seen the symbols
of Germany's murdering, mangling plunge: puflSng
engines, victorious then, the bones of a wrecked
aeroplane just now. A Germany truculent, but as
yet unpoisoned in 1870, a malign, putrescent Germany
this time. Was she now cured of her evil dream f
Was the world henceforth to be able to breathe
naturally! I saw a stream and a broken bridge ; by
the side of this we crossed a make-shift bridge, got
out for a noon meal, and after it set forth back across
the river to walk in the streets of the town.
m
THE FBAOMENTS THAT BBMAIK — ^1
How suddenly it came! What must the noise of
shells bet On the ninth day of the siege of Verdim
I have been told that almost every soldier was crying.
That is what noise can do. During four months
there — ^f our months, one hundred and twenty change-
less days — ^ten thousand shells each day— eight-inch
shells and upward — fell upon the Verdun fortresses,
Vaux and Douamont. One hundred and eleven days
of this shattering noise were still ahead of those
French soldiers who were crying on the ninth day —
still ahead, that is, for such as lived it out. I stared
at the mute wreck which the shells had made in
Compi^gne. Since November war had been silenced,
noise was dead, the deafening years that France had
heard, and through which she had been able to keep
her heart undaunted and her head clear, were behind
her, while before her was — ^whatt In the death of
noise silence was bom. This silence I had begun to
enter on the way from Paris ; here at Compi^gne it
deepened. I felt it deepening as you feel the change
when the thermometer is falling. In the days that
were to follow I waked and slept and lived in this
huge silence that spread everywhere, cloaked the
country and the towns, enveloped trees and ruins and
people and houses and graves and trenches and
barbed wire, and was like an element. As fish swim
in the sea, so did we move in this silence.
11
12 NEIGHBORS- HENCEFORTH
Something, some intimation, had impelled my
friend and me to separate and walk apart. Each of
ns saw Compiegne alone, and met again after the first
experience was over. We did not say much about it.
All the large joys, loves, griefs, horrors, amazements,
lie outside the realm of speech : the man who makes
words in their presence lives too close to himself for
true understanding or sharing. The hand of the
Hun had been laid upon Compiegne, and Compiegne
was withered. Its blight was not complete. All its
inhabitants were not dead or gone away, all the
houses were not gutted, life stirred in the streets,
goods and wares were for sale in some shop windows,
the French soldier, bright in his blue, starred the pre-
vailing darkness of civilian garments : — ^but then you
turned some corner and all this was ended. Ruin like
a barrier stopped you. Through gaping windows
you looked beyond to more gaping windows, it was
dangerous to climb and peer, signs warned you off,
and decency bade you avert ^our eyes. One turned
away from peeping through this keyhole at naked,
slaughtered France.
People at home have often asked :
**But when you had seen Compiegne, had you not
seen everything f Is not one ruin just like another t ' '
One ruin in a Sunday paper is like another and you
look at it spread upon your lap. Mile upon mile of
ruin in France, travelled over, paused at, dwelt on,
compared, its particular story listened to — ^this has
no monotony, this fills your knowledge fuller and ever
more f uU each day ; compared to Sunday papers, it is
like seeing Niagara, the Rocky Mountains, the Grand
Canon, after looking at a map of the United States.
Compiegne was now behind us, and to our right the
THE FRAGMENTS THAT REMAIN 13
Oise, brimful, pouring swiftly along, as we went on
the road to the town of Noyon. That was twenty
kilometres ahead. The words in my diary of this
unearthly stretch are few and almost illegible,
scrawled at the finish, in Noyon.
Very abrupt in France are the transitions from
ground and dwellings untouched by shells to fields
that are all gashed and houses that are mere scorched
husks. The houses here were worse than the fields.
The comparison seems desecrating, yet I know of
none better than to say that every house along this
road was like a painted house in a play. As each
came into view you thought, * ^ This one is all right. ' '
In the next instant the illusion was blasted. Distant
walls and chimneys of pomp, suggesting grand pianos
and family portraits within, turned out as we passed
them close to be stark, roofless shelters of the void,
hollow squares enclosing charred beams, rank weeds,
and twisted iron. From haughtiest to humblest, all
were dead.
**0f 1914, that one,^' explained our chauffeur. It
had evidently been a residence of comfort.
How did he know the year when its ruin was
wrought f Had he been there f
^ * No, monsieur. One knows easily from the moss
and vines. Those have been growing already a long
while without any disturbance. ^ ^
It was real yet unreal. The sense of the theatre
haunted the whole of these twenty unearthly kilo-
metres that first day between Compiegne and Noyon.
Later, as one *s initiation deepened and grew steeped
in the terrific until the terrific became the usual,itwas
then that the usual itself began to look far off and
unreal. All the way to Noyon, the invariable repeti-
14 NEIGHBOBS HENCEFORTH
tion of ruin failed to stop appearances from deceiving
me. A little farm would come in sight, its walls
looking so solid and the tall trees about it so serene,
that I would exclaim :
^^At least these people have their home safe I''
A few seconds more and we were passing another
husk, and where were the people whose home the husk
had beenf Yet still I continued to watch for an
exception along this road, all the way to Noyon.
Here the silence let down another veil between
us and the natural world. Bain was now falling.
Through it I saw what was neighboring to Noyon —
barbed wire, trenches under a hUl topped by a ruined
wood, shell holes, dead trees, ruins of brick, gas-tank
ruins; and amid all this various death, the dingy
green forms of German prisoners, and the constant
sound of explosions in the fields. The prisoners
were at work all round Noyon, setting off bombs by
wire, and pillars of smoke rose slowly upward in the
rain.
^^They are victims, too," I said to the chauffeur.
*^Yes, monsieur."
Victims they were, and their plight was bad,
though it was as nothing beside the plight of France,
their victim. While their chance lasted they had
done to her all that I was seeing and to see, and they
would be doing it still, had their tide not turned.
They were at work in Noyon as well as around it.
Here were no shops, every house I saw was dead,
many fallen walls piled the streets high, there was no
passing, not even any walking, save in the few cleared
spaces. Limips lay about, lumps made of houses
burst and spattered over their crushed gardens ; roofs
belonging nowhere, yet still almost whole, tilted like
THE FBAGMENTS THAT BEMAIN 15
kites tumbled from the air. Doorways stood alone,
leading to vacancy. Cellars yawned wide. Into
these fell the rain and in some of them people seemed
to be living. Walls still erect masked dislocated
interiors, and the placard Verifie was on several.
This meant that the interior had been visited and that
nothing there would fall upon you or explode, should
you choose it for a lodging. Older placards were
upon other walls, announcing Cave abri 50 personnes,
which meant that fifty could hide down in there when
bombs were falling upon Noyon. I had seen beauty
lying dead at Compiegne, arches, pillars, carved
stones. More was here. The church was a shambles
of murdered architecture. Black, cawing birds
sailed and slanted in and out of its windows. Its
tower |tood, and its outer walls, but within its dis-
membSred entrance everything had been struck by
the blow of hate and toppled in one mass of broken
aisle and choir and crucifix and tomb. Through the
shrivelled dial of its clock on the tower a shell had
made its way. They had done to it the worst they
could ; yet its beauty was not all killed. What of it
was left stood there, ancient, serene, sanctified by
centuries of human souls at prayer, still delivering
to Noyon its message of love divine. From its steps
I looked across at the wreck of a sweet old house,
beautiful even in its fragments ; above the shattered
wall of what had been the garden, a little fruit tree
lifted its head. Amid the aching stillness, the crum-
bling, the death, it stood up^ alive and growing. Its
cluster of pink buds would be blossoms by tomorrow.
The sight of it, so fresh, so young, so futile, was very
pitiful. A verse from Exodus came to me unsought :
''Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off
16 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is lioly
ground. ' '
Between me and the little blossoming fruit tree,
three women veiled and in black walked into sight.
They stopped at the foot of the church steps. After
a short silence, two of them went on slowly, whilst the
third, who remained, fixed her grave eyes upon me,
I came down the steps with my hat in my hand.
** Madame,^' I said, **this is my first day among all
this.''
"Yes, monsieur, one must get used to it. I was
from Noyon. I live at Nevers now. ' '
* ^ Nevers is a long way from Noyon, madame. ' '
"Others have gone farther. I am here today to
look for my house. ' '
She turned away from the steps of the church. In
a little while, as I walked back to where our car was
waiting, I saw her with her companions in a street
impassable except by climbing over the stones of
toppled residences. The three black figures were
pointing out and consulting amid a waste of feature-
less debris, the rain streaming heavily down upon
them.
Throughout this day each aspect that April can
wear had its turn. Nothing of the snow veil, or the
gleam, or the hazy gentleness of the forenoon accom-
panied our journey from Noyon to Roye. The sky
bulged low with swollen, restless clouds. We passed
the kilometre stones in a pelting shower sometimes,
and sometimes in the grey of a light that betokened
further showers along the kilometres which lay
ahead. For a while our way was accompanied by the
noise of explosions and their smoke. Stooping
women were in the fields, their faces down, their arms
THE FRAGMENTS THAT REMAIN 17
moving at some work. I thought they were sowing
seed^ but the chauffeur told us that it was the shell
holes they were filling. These spotted the earth far
and near, and seemed thick to us on this first sight
of them; before the land could be fitly farmed they
had to be filled by those stooping women.
Somewhere along this road we saw for the first
time a war railway, a Ught narrow-gauge affair,
vacant and idle now, laid in haste upon no secure
ballast. Over its unsettled bed it tilted and curved
through this bit of country, its disused rails reddened
with rust. A year ago it had been full of business,
plying the Huns with means to deal this silence to
the slain earth. No trains were here now, and
nothing to load them with, had they been here. The
poplars bordering our road had been felled, we ran
along between their severed stumps, and here for the
first time we saw in some of the farms the murdered
fruit trees. There would be the house, shattered,
and the out-buildings, shattered, sunk in various
angles of wreck, and beyond these the symmetrically
amputated orchard, dead, on its knees, so to speak, as
if it had prayed its destroyers to spare the other
orchards' lives. Since this land was not to be the
invader's booty, as much of it as could be killed
should die.
Upon the walls and doors of Noyon we had read
the placards announcing shelter from bombs. These
were French, in the language of the victims. The
language of the invaders met us at some cross-roads
half-way to Roye. The single word zur was on a sign-
post, the rest broken off. Zur : To . The name
of the place was splintered away, and the place itself
was no more to be seen. Shell holes and dead trees
V.
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lay between us and its stones. We might turn right
or left — ^shell holes and dead trees and the stones of
little places would be all that there was to see. Zur.
Three letters of the alphabet put together. The
wrecks of homes and fields were the Huns' work, but
this was their speech. They had intended that
Oerman should be spoken here in the future.
We read the next Hun words on a head-board over
a grave at the edge of Roye :
'^Hier ruht in Gott Fahrer Ph. Rihr Mag. F. KeL
188 Gef alien beim Vormarsch 30 Marz, 1918.*'
**Here rests in God'' . . .
In what God, in whose God, was he reposing t
No man can say. It was neither he, nor such as
he, upon whose soul lay the guilt of all this. From
his cradle he had been schooled for it by those who
had drilled him, mind and spirit. The guilt was
theirs. This soldier, had he lived to see the Father-
land again, would have been with millions of other
Germans an uncertain quantity for the rest of us.
Would disaster have cured him, or would it have
merely made him wish to bide his time and come
again f He was a victim, too, like the living ones I
had seen as prisoners at Compiegne. His dust was
more tragic than that of the dead French or English
that slept in the battlefields of Picardy and Flanders.
Their countries rose to sacrifice, his country fell.
That is why Germany's tragedy, from the time I saw
it clear in the first months of the war, has seemed to
me always the greatest tragedy of all.
Just thirteen months ago this soldier had fallen at
an hour when it seemed as if he and his hordes were
at last to overrun and rule these shell-shocked fields.
In that case our turn was to come, our homes and
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orchards were to look like this. We did not know it
then, we went to war not to defend them but to save
a cause. We later learned that ^^ Paris in three
weeks, London in three months. New York in three
years/' had been the plan in full.
The very ground to which onr road was leading ns
today was sacred to the memory of onr dead also, had
seen the stain of onr long neutrality wiped away with
the grit of our onset, the blood of our dead, the tears
of our bereft. Montdidier was ahead, where our 1st
Division had been rushed this week a year ago, and
one month later it had taken Cantigny with a swift
and splendid sweep.
Through Boye our road twisted like an S, by an
extinct church on the left and on the right a half ruin,
wherein butchers were at work and whereon was
advertised horse meat of the first quality. Half
ruins and whole ruins surrounded a square, the Place
d'Armes, and over what was left of the door of a
more important ruin on this square was the sign of
the Hun : Stadt Kommandcmt. Along the seventeen
kilometres to Montdidier the ravages of war contin-
ued unchanged, and war's other leavings increased
and thickened. So far, trenches and excavations had
not been close to the road we had come. Line upon
line of them now furrowed the face of the land like
huge sentences scrawled across a huge page in some
ancient alphabet. Dug-outs lined the road, cellared
the higher banks in rows, like the suburban opera-
tions of contractors. Immense piles of obus never
fired, still alive, littered the bare and muddy fields.
From an aeroplane one could have looked down upon
these slabs and blocks of imexploded shells as if they
were the fragments of some dislocated town. A grey
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lattice-work of camouflage three metres high still
shielded the road, its material torn and hanging in
strips, but much of it as it had been in the days when
it concealed the passing troops and trains of muni-
tions and provisions. Squads of men were at work
removing and effaciQg all this. Camions lurched by,
or stood in the mud. Winter had but lately left this
region and the labor seemed but just to have begun ;
for all the change it had made as yet to the eye, war
and the Huns might have gone away last week. No
house seemed whole at Montdidier. Between the
houses and everywhere around them the ground
looked like a paste of mud irredeemable. You have
seen places where floods have swept all shapes to a
general shapelessness. The valley here was some-
thing like that. In the mud labored the squads of
men, small objects in the large obliteration.
We did not take the road through Cantigny, but
that on the west bank of the river, along a ridge, to
which we mounted as we left Montdidier. From this
high ground I was able presently to look across the
lower territory over which our 1st Division had made
its attack. Straw still covered the wet floors of the
dug-outs, their steps were slippery, telephone wires
stretched and dangled between them, they were still
concealed by the disguising bushes and the burlap
lattice-work of camouflage. The footprints of war
seemed very fresh. You could have picked up from
the floors and shelves of the dug-outs more tokens
than you could have carried away.
Quite different from Compiegne or Noyon or Roye
was the aspect of Moreuil ; quite different, too, from
the smaller clusters of dwellings, the petit pays, the
assembled group of the French farm. Those had
THE FEAGMENTS THAT BEMAIN 21
been generally grey, built of brittle stone, and when
their walls were struck they crumbled partly or en-
tirely, and their ancient beauty vanished never to
be made again. Moreuil was of brick and did not
fall when shells bored through it. Its gutted walls
enclosed nothing, they stood up like masks, or a bad
dream. They were of today, their like could easily
be built again. We looked down upon them from the
road along the ridge, with the sun shining upon their
spread of ruin, out of which stuck high into the air
one chimney that the shells had missed. Beside the
road a family had built a hovel of tar paper and
slats, and in the mud the children were laying a
brick porch in front of its door. Five thousand
people had lived in Moreuil, five hundred wete able
to live there today ; in what and on what I did not see.
Soon after this the signs of war began to dwindle
away as we went along the valley ; houses that were
whole increased in number ; the town of Boves was
much less damaged than any in the fifty miles since
Compiegne. In Amiens, at a hotel I had known for
a long while, ended this day.
IV
LIFE FUOKEBING
Gaunt renovationsy raw partitions of wood, newly
set up and still awaiting paint, met my sight They
gave to this place, so familiar and once so upholstered
and cheerful, where I had eaten and slept in other
days, the appearance of a friend whom one is allowed
to see for the first time after a wasting and perilous
illness.
**Yes,'' said the landlord, **we were bombed, as
you see. We began again in January.*^
"But the cathedral?**
"We have it, we shall have it. Only hit seven
times. You will see.**
"And the fitorkf ** I now asked hiuL
"Ah, you have been here before, thenf **
"Many times. And the last time, in July 1914, 1
watched from my bedroom window the stork walking
with a seagull in his domain beneath; and I went
down into that domain of lawn and garden which the
wings of the hotel enclosed. But the stork turned
away from my advances.**
"He is dead,** said the landlord. "When the
bombs came, an English officer quartcfred here was
going on leave, and he offered to take him to a place
of safety. The stork went to London, where he died. * '
The hotel was chill as a cave, few guests seemed to
be lodging in it, and but a few of these were civilians.
Of travellers such as we there seemed to be none
except ourselves. The mere sight-seer was still
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debarred. He would swarm later, when roads and
roofs and meals and all facilities were more ready
and less scant than they were today.
Daylight still lingered, the dinner honr was not
imminent, so I walked ont of the cold hotel into the
cold, damp streets and turned my steps to the cathe-
dral. This town, larger than Compidgne, was like
Compiegne and like no other through which our
road had lain during this day of desolation, until our
fleeting sight of Boves. As I went along the streets,
a curious sensation of reassurance increased within
me, and I grew aware that this had begun in Boves.
There I had noticed the first houses which looked
like usual houses, with roofs and doors and windows
with people looking out of them, and I had seen
people walking about or crossing the street, like usual
people. Here was more of it. Shop windows had
usual things for sale in them, cheeses and books and
hats; people stood in the shop doors, women put
parcels into baskets, men bought newspapers and
struck matches to light cigarettes; I saw children,
dogs, and a cat recumbent, sleek, licking her fur as
if there had never been a bomb in the world. As a
man who has been deep in a dreadful dream where
nothing happens but the monstrous, faintly begins to
feel that it is not true, and then suddenly knows that
he is in his bed and safe, so I walked in Amiens, re-
leased from the haunting day by these natural sights.
The real world still existed. The haunting day
seemed not of this time, but something long ago:
those cities of dug-outs and tilted zigzag trenches,
those slabs of piled anununition, those toppled clumps
of masonry, those stooping women over the shell
holes, might all have been a piece of legend, woven
24 NEIGHBOBS HENCEFOETH
in some great stiff faded fabric hanging in some
castle where cold airs blow from turrets and cor-
ridors xmseen.
**We began again in January/'
The Hotel du Bhin had been bombed, its landlord's
business had been smashed and shattered, emptied
of all profit, guestless, even the pet bird obliterated ;
but one year ago the destroyer had been shaking these
gates ; and here were we guests, fed, bedded, paying
bills. I rejected the sombre prophecy of a great
Belgian lady, made to one of our soldiers: ** There
will be no recovery. ' ' These French would recover.
There was that cat, licking her comfortable fur. She,
too, was a mute parable. France was not dead, was
not going to die. Even amid the spread of the war-
desert were areas of life. Between Maubeuge and
Landrecies it was said that the Hun had not ravaged.
Other spots than this had been left alive, and the
dead places would be raised from the dead. Smoke
would come again some day out of that lone chimney
at Moreuil. Smoke would come again from the dead
chimneys of Lille. Machinery would dank again in
the dead factories and drowned mines. Wheat and
fruit would ripen again where I had seen the shell
holes. Later eyes than mine would never see those
stooping women. Later eyes than mine would see
the farmer back upon his farm, the exile restored to
his dwelling ; travellers coming after me might stand
on the steps of Noyon church and hear singing within.
I verily believe that nothing I saw in Amiens streets
on my way to the cathedral this evening gave me
more of reassurance and more brought me back
out of the world where I had been into a possible
world than that quiet cat, licking her fur I
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I went along the street of the cat and the people
and the little shops where little purchases were being
made, bidding a new welcome to each new humble
sign that I saw of home life being lived. The very
humblest were the very best. I can remember stop-
ping to watch a stream of soapy water flowing from
some outlet ; I had never thought to feel thankful for
such a sight. Little in the world is more awful
than the first visit to familiar places after some
eternal change has passed over them, or over oneself.
I went on and reached a street so well remembered,
that for a moment time shut flat, and all my bygone
sauntering here became present ; it was imbelievable
that round the comer I should not meet those who
had walked there with me once. Then I turned the
comer and with this step was in the silence again.
My own personal memories vanished as they had
come, like ghosts. My own silences were swaUowed
in this great silence of France. I had thought it
distant for a while, out there, out beyond Boves, out
among the barbed wire and the holes and the stooping
women. It was here. It filled like a presence the
narrower street I had entered. Sills and doors were
heavy with it. It set its weight upon the very paving-
stones. The small bustle of life behind me was merely
a hole in its vastness. I cannot remember what ruin
I passed in this street, what roofs or walls were
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bomb-broken, perhaps there were none ; I remember
the silence idone, its sweeping return upon me, the
hush in which it steeped my thoughts.
Were the life and motion in the other street nothing
but a raft from a great wreck, floating upon this
waste, never to reach shore, in a little while to be
engulfed f Did those people sell and buy their small
wares and cook their suppers merely as men with
sudden, mortal wounds sometimes go onward for a
while, unaware that they have been severed from
existence!
The landlord's word came back to me.
What had they begun again in January! The first
steps of a long climb back to health, or the last lap
before the null and the void? Was our whole era
mortally woimded? Had we all been severed from
existence, were we all on the last lapt Other days
and civilizations that were over long ago came into
my head ; great, crumbled, prone cities, whose names
conjure up the mounded desert, and pillars lying
about, and wide stone stairways with lions prowling
upon them. Were the yellow sands of Asia presently
to have their turn and to sweep over and bury us all t
I looked up; I had come in my slow walk to the
cathedral.
If thoughts can stop, the sight of it stopped mine.
So does a shutter thrown open in the morning pour
the room full of light. There is music, very little,
which to hear makes one feel that it happened of it-
self, that it came out of space like a wind. There are
lines of poetry, very few, that do not seem to have
been written, imless by the elements. No poetry that
I have read, no music that I have heard, so lift one
up into that region of marvelUng which lies beyond
AN INN OF THE SOUL 27
the powers of speech, as does this church of Amiens.
Its two great sisters of Beims and Chartres do this
also : no others in the world : no buildings made by
man at any time in Italy or Greece or anywhere so
strike self to nothing and leave only wordless won-
der, wordless awe, motionless delight. Ont of East-
em sands rise monuments as august, but they are un-
f riendly. The only sights surpassing the befriending
glory of these churches are of the water and of the
earth and the air, and what nature does at morning
and evening. To be able to look at them unmoved
must be to have no soul at all. They are endless like
nature ; one does not tire of them, and to return to
them is to find them greater than one's memory.
My thoughts began again, whilst that miracle in
stone shone down upon me and into me. How had
men made itf It looked as if beings from another
place had come through the sky, bearing it among
them, and had set it down here and gone away. It
was greater than the silence. It rose symmetric into
a realm of august tranquillity far above the voiceless,
shapeless hell which I had begun to enter at Com-
piegne. Then I heard myself saying aloud :
'^ . . . magic casements opening on the foam
Of perilous seas and fairy lands forlorn."
I looked about the square, the place was empty,
I had it to myself. Forlorn! Yes, forlorn indeed,
but not fairy lands. Noyon and Roye and Mont-
didier and Moreuil were not fairy lands. I thought
again of those in whose company I had gazed at these
magic casements in other years. I was glad that they
were gone, glad that none of them had lived to know
what men can do to this earth: villages dead and
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those who had lived in them, fields extinct and those
who had plowed in them, churches in dust and those
who had prayed in them, tombs burst open and the
bones that slept in them, toys in ashes and those who
had played with them. These casements had opened
on the foam of many mortal lives, on seven hundred
years of men. They were two centuries old when
Columbus was bom. Men and women in how many
fashions of dress had knelt beneath the vast arches
within, while the stained light streamed down upon
their heads. In how many languages had ^^Our
Father who art in Heaven'' been whispered here?
The words of one of those companions who once
had stood at this corner with me, looking up as I was
looking now, came back to me:
**You are so beautiful with the prondse and the
consolation which you speak without words,'' she
had said, addressing the great church, *Hhat you set
one praying before one enters you. Surely, just to
see you would open in every one the vault where his
childhood's prayers had been shut, no matter how
long it had been locked ! ' ' She walked away from me
and went into the church.
No vault was unlocked in me while I stood re-
membering this, yet none the less was I drawn by
memory and by the power of the great church. I
wished to go inside by that door where my friend
had entered, and sit down for a while and think
quietly of her, and of those others for whose death
I was glad, because they had not known what man
can do to this earth.
A soldier came out of the door and behind him a
verger, who locked it and departed. The church was
shut till morning.
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Dusk was advancing bnt light was by no means
yet gone, it would be slow in going. I did not wish to
leave until I must ; I moved beneath the spell. The
power of the church seemed something which not the
spirit alone but even the body could feel. I stepped
slowly back from it to see as much of its niajestic
length and height as I could. Then I grew aware of
the first figure that had come out of the door. I had
hardly noticed him while the official was locking it.
I had seen that he was a soldier with a broad hat and
had thought no more about him. He was an Amer-
ican, an officer. Something more than his uniform
betokened his race, something apart from whatever
features he might have, something young, ages and
generations younger than the official who had locked
the door. He was still standing near it, with his
back to me. He was too close to the church to be able
to see anything of it, except the door and the tem-
porary scaffolding surrounding it. He stood motion-
less, graceful, intent, and I wondered what it was
that he found to absorb him so deeply.
A young soldier from America, standing in antique
Picardy, staring curiously at the cathedral of
Amiens : the latest war-clad figure in the pageant of
wars which had wet every one of that cathedral's
seven centuries with blood: behind these seven, ere
ever its first stone had been laid, other centuries wet
with blood, back to the bringing of Christianity to
this antique Picardy, sixteen hundred years ago : and
then still back until the records die away and the
pageant of wars fades into the years unrecorded and
unknown. Eoman blood, Norman blood, English
blood, Spanish blood, French blood, had drenched this
soil; and now, as if the veins of the Old World had
30 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
been opened too often and too long, and were run-
ning dry, time had tapped fresh reservoirs, and had
drawn the blood of the New World to drench this
aneient soil.
The yonng soldier stood so still that, had he not
raised his hand once and passed it over his forehead,
he might have been inanimate ; his form had the quiet-
ness of the cathedral itsell Did this American close
to that Gothic portal which had been a portal long
before Columbus was born know on what ground he
was standing? Had he ever learned the name by
which Amiens town was known to Julius Csesar when
he made it the centre of his wars against the Bel-
gians t Was he of the sort that cares about such
things t Roman emperors had dwelt here, and after
them Peter the Hermit ; Geoffrey Chaucer may have
passed this way on his errands for his Plantagenet
king. This great church yas begun before St.
Louis, Eling of France, went on his first Crusade.
Did this latest crusader, this soldier from the New
World, who had left his own land and crossed three
thousand miles of sea to save Christian shrines and
homes from pagan desecration, know any of thisf
Six hundred years ago, the invaders whose weapons
had been cloth yard shafts had come here. Again
and again Amiens had been wrenched by one violent
hand from another. The ancient glass of these magic
casements had been shattered in the French Revolu-
tion. They had looked down upon the Prussians,
entering victorious from Villers-Bretonneux in No-
vember 1870. They had seen the Prussians again in
August 1914. One year ago Prussia was reaching
very close to wrench off Amiens from France. But
France had it safe and America had helped France.
AN INN OP THE SOUL 31
Was the boy thinkiiig of this, was he saying some
sort of prayer as he stood facing this house of (Jodt
I should never have known, for I wonld never have
trespassed upon the mood that held him so still ; bat
he moved abruptly, wheeled from the door, and began
to walk away. In a few steps he stmnbled and I saw
from his manner of walking that it was diffictdt for
him and cost him pain.
I approached him and asked, had he ever seen this
before t
**No,'' he answered without turning his h^ad.
"Don't you find it very beautiful f I inquired.
"I suppose I do." His voice was low, and gruff
and defiant.
"I care for it more every time I come back to it,*'
I said. "Just for its sake alone, I almost think I
would cross the ocean.*'
"You American!*' Still he looked away from me
as I answered.
He remained silent ; only his intention changed. It
had been plain before this that he wished to go his
way, and without my company; but now he walked
with me.
"I am going round to see the west front,'* I ex-
plained.
He went along by my side, stumbling a second
time.
We walked very slowly, and, as he did not say a
word, I spoke of the famous carving. I mentioned
some of the groups which I remembered; Kings of
France, a figure of Christ, the apostles, the resurrec-
tion of the dead. Then we came to the west front
and there was no carving to see ; piles of sand bags
wholly concealed the glorious company of figures to
32 NEIGHBOES HENCEFOBTH
keep these master-works of a lost art from the bombs
of the Huns.
^^They^re piled like that inside, too,** said my
companion. ** Where the choir is. The man said
the choir was a great thing. ' *
**It*s a great thing, indeed,** I said. ** Nothing
like it could happen today. Today nothing like any
of this could happen — ^and it happened only in France.
You will find nothing in England to stand with it, and
Germany made a gigantic failure at Cologne.** I
could not be sure that he heard me, nor yet could I
stop. **Men are stiU trying to do what these old
builders did. They fail. They measure and study
and copy exactly, and they fail. They have tried to
reproduce the Day of Judgment group that is be-
hind those sand bags. They have built perfectly
correct Gothic churches in many modern towns and
every one of them is as cold and dead as a door-
nail.**
The soldier was looking up at the towers. Now
and then he nodded as I continued my comments and
my facts. He was a captain and his age I could not
guess ; different ages seemed to meet in him. He was
tall, full six feet, his hands shapely and of powerful
mould, the nails large and smooth. The lines of his
body were boyish; the lines of nineteen, twenty,
perhaps, a year or two more at the most ; and his face
was boyish in shape; but in his voice a seasoned
maturity sounded; boyhood does not speak in such
tones. The scant words he had thus far vouchsafed
me were serried in their utterance, and matched by a
silence equally compact. Yet he was not being rude.
His manner conveyed some sort of wish for compan-
ionship. Something was going on beneath his taci-
AN INN OF THE SOUL 33
turnity. He was holding himself in. I remeno^bered
his stombling^ and thought that he had better sit down
on the steps, but I hung back from making the
suggestion.
He turned from the towers, and, for the first time,
looked full at me. His eyes burned with a sullen fire.
In his face I saw, too, what I had seen in the general
English and French faces, and as yet in no face that
was American : this boy, also, had seen that which had
let him into a knowledge he would not get over,
though he might grow used to it : young his flesh was,
young his spirit would never be again.
**That is as dead as a door-nail too.'^
This declaration he accompanied with a flinging
gesture of his arm at the cathedral.
I looked at him, what he meant not yet quite dawn-
ing upon me.
**As for your Day of Judgment — ^he snapped his
fingers at the piled sand bags — ^**that will never
happen at all. Never. Because only one person
would be judged that day. I ^m not afraid of any Day
of Judgment. Are youf Nobody need be afraid,
except God for making a world like this. So He Tl be
careful not to let it happen.'*
Again he looked at the cathedral. His voice was
changelessly quiet with something in it implacable.
**Dead as a door-nail,'* he repeated. **Just as
dead as any temple to Jupiter in ancient Rome.*'
**What? When people have been getting strength
and comfort from it since the thirteenth century t"
**What did these people know?"
"Do you remember who some of them were, and
what they did!"
"I don't ciare who they were or what they did."
34 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
** England, France, Europe, America, you and I,
everything we see, are partly the result of their
doings and their thoughts. ' '
* * Sure they were grown up as to all thai Children
about religion, though. Swallowed the whole thing.
Got blessed in there by some guy with candles and
millinery and then came out and behaved worse than
I ever would. And I^m no sainf He paused a
moment, and took it up anew. **Why one of those
kings that they say buUt up this French nation used
to pray to leaden iniages in his hat. ' '
** People need images still. Some always will.
Where 's the harm 1 It ^s what ^s hack of the inmge. ' '
He did not seem to have heard me. "I swallowed
it all too, once. Never again. What's ha/ck of the
image t Nothing. ''
Young people find much pleasure hi assuring them-
selves that they are infidels, and still more pleasure
in assuring other people of this. The case before me
was not of that kind. No caUow intellectual snobbism
was prompting this young soldier to show off for
my benefit. Showing off there was none. True war
was raging in his soul. Not from spiritual shallow-
ness, but from spiritual depth, did his eyes burn and
his voice quietly ring with bitterness. Each sentence
was evenly spoken and every word feU like a blow
dealt by implacable disillusion. I think that he had
never said any of it before ; that he might never have
said any of it at all, but for my crossing his path, and
his learning that I was a fellow-countrynmn at a
moment when the mighty power of the catiiedral had
collided with whatever mighty anguish was within
him. I think, too, that he would have said it to no
one but an entire stranger.
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Having begun, he did not stop. ^^If a man started
sinning tixe first day he was old enough to be able to
sin, and kept on every day of every year of his life
till he died, would he deserve eternal damnation t"
This question he answered for himself. "Not even
the Kaiser deserves hell-without>end. The one who
ought to be ptmished — ^if there was any such thing as
* ought' in this game — ^is the one who made a world
with love and death in it; the one who could have
made a world where good health was contagious
instead of disease, and didn 't do it. I don 't thiidc I 'd
look down on millions in suffering and tell them I'd
make it up to them some other time in some other
place. I'd get to work making it up to them sooner
than that — ^that is, if I was the kind of God they claim
He is. It's much easier for me to believe a devU made
this world — ^let you catch a sight of joy just to make
you know all the better what pain is. Of course I
don't believe that either."
* * Then the world made itself ! " I asked.
"Oh, I've been round and round all that. You
can't think about it. You can't think about space, or
the stai:s, or how anything began. If you try to pour
infinity into a finite brain, smash goes your brain.
But I have a reasoning power and I 'm not going to
believe a thing my reasoning power denies."
I quoted to him from a great Frenchman: "The
heart has reasons which reason does not under-
stand."
He was dogged. "If the sweet-by-and-bye busi-
ness is good enough for you, it's not for me."
Of his own move he now walked to the steps and
sat down. "Friends are coming for me here," he
explained.
36 NEIGHBOBS HENCEFOETH
Of what blood was he, of what tradition? Only
New England could produce just this, I thought ; yet
in his aspect the senses gleamed untamed. The
Greeks would not have imagined fauns in the woods,
had there not been Greeks whose features and whose
wayis put this into their heads. Now and then in
these days, a face will make one think of this. The
ears of this boy, close set to his head, ran up to slight
points, his brows slanted down to each other, almost
meeting, and beneath them the wide set of his eyes
brought woodlands and myths into the mind, and
nymphs fleeting and hoping to be caught. I watched
him as he sat on the cathedral steps, brooding, a
nature-woven Pagan and Christian, like all the best
of our human texture.
** Count me among the children as to this,*' I said,
and as he looked blank, **as to this church,*' I
explained, **that towers behind us with its tremen-
dous assertion. I do not need leaden images, and to
me that stands for the greatest thing in life. I, too,
have been round and round. It is what that stands for
that makes this world sensible instead of senseless to
me.**
To this he seemed to pay no attention. He lounged
on the steps, looking at nothing, his body as motion-
less as his eyes.
**When the Lusitania happened,** he said, "I was
about through school. But my father insisted I must
stay at home and go to college. I wouldn*t go,
though ; I told father I was going to France. I was
with the French from August 1916 till we came in.
Then I transferred.** He made one of his pauses
here. * * So I have seen it. * *
I said nothing.
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**Yes. I have seen it/' he resmned. His voice
sank and once more he said, **I Ve seen it/' After a
little while, he added: **I am glad I didn't know
beforehand. I don't believe I'd have gone in."
**I believe you would."
What had made him shake his father off and go,
what had plunged him into revolt when he came into
the serene presence of this church, was just what had
built this church seven hundred years ago ; what long
before Christ had made a great man say in Asia : * * Do
not unto others what you would not have them do
unto you. " The same light that lived in the heart of
the Oriental teacher, of the cathedral at Amiens,
lived in the heart of this boy from the New World.
His denials, his fury, and the horror that caused his
voice to sink came from the eternal religion in the
heart of man. How had it come there, why did it
persist? Logic gives no answer, nothing but a far-
fetched guess. Logic proves in three steps that a
brook cannot flow ; that all motion is impossible. Try
to make logic fit anything that moves, like life or
water, try to make it fit anything except what is sta-
tionary, like the multiplication-table, and you will
speedily reach falsehood.
**Why, I was innocent!" exclaimed the boy on the
steps. ** America is innocent — except those who
saw it."
"I understand. I've seen its work today. You
saw it at work. But you mustn,'t be one of those
whose survival depends on never knowing man's full
wickedness and life 's whole horror. Very few ever
do come to know it, and it woxdd kill many of them
if they did. But you mustn't let it kill you."
He got up. **It's damp," he said, and began to
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walk a few steps one way, and back again, stumbling
occasionally.
"What good have all their cathedrals done!** he
demanded. "Ton say this one has been here since
the thirteenth centnry. How many years of peace
has it seent How many years since Christ lived
have been years of peace f And there are your sand
bags piled np to keep your Christ and your apostles
and yonr Day of Judgment from being smashed to
powder by the worst and latest war of the lot.
Everything that heathen savages ever did has been
done again and more knowingly, and new things have
been done that savages didn^t know how to do; more
kinds of killing, more kinds of victims, more kinds of
torture, more brains crazed, more tatters of human
flesh, more ashes of human bones, more holes where
houses and cradles were, than were ever in the world
before; war on land, war in the air, war under the
sea. Science is alive and kicking; but where 's your
^ Peace on earth, good will to men'f In these last
words he came near to losing the controlled level of
his voice.
* * Yes ; the worst war of the lot, * * I assented. * * All
your words are true but the last. Good will to men
is not dead. Never was it alive so much. Against
the worst war of the lot has been raised the greatest,
deepest, widest outcry that ever the world has heard.
No outcry used to be raised at all. Slaughter of the
defenceless, burning, pillaging, torturing, were held
the soldier 's perquisite and duty, and priests blessed
his performance of it. No protest came from any-
where. Today these monstrous deeds break the rule.
When these very stones were laid, where was your
Bed Cross, where your trained nurse, where your
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dozens and scores of organizations for relief workf
What nation sent help to Belgium when the Dnke of
Alva gronnd down the Netherlands f And so these
stones, these stones sacred to Christ, have seen all
that mercy happen in the name and for the sake of
Christ. Yes, today yonr Hnn breaks the rule.
What mlet The rule of pity. What is it that is
new, what is it that has grown, slowly grown, through
the red and smoking centuries t Pity, mercy, care
for the weak, hospitals, homes for the old, homes for
the child, for the cripple, the deaf and blind, protec-
tion even for animals : Pity. The glimmer of light
that shone in those words 'do not unto others what
you would not have them do unto you' has conm down
the ages, through Asia, through Greece, tnrough
Bome, through Christ, who enlarged it, sometimes a
bare spark, but never wholly extinguished, imtil to-
day it glows in millions and millions of breasts. It
m£^es apostles of tenderness and healing out of
doctors whose reason denies God, yet who give their
lives in acting out the word of God. The simple-
minded — ^those whom you have called children — ^have
always needed and always will need revelation,
miracle, mythology, the not-true^ the thing in that
cathedral which you decline ever to swallow again.
But youTl not need to swallow it. Use your spirit
as well as your reason. Tear off the mythology from
any belief — Greek, Asiatic, Latin, Christian — ^and
you will find beneath those very various rags some-
thing abiding, something noble, true, something that
all the beliefs have held in common : the mysterious,
nameless thing which the Greeks had their phrase
for, and the Latins had theirs, and the French have
theirs, the thing that makes what we Americans^caU
40 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
a Vhite man.' Let it go at that. Oh^ I, too, have
been round and round — and years before ever you
began it ! No more than you, do I attempt to grapple
with space ; and I don^t attempt to grapple with God.
I don't see why the conclusions of the head and those
of the heart should so often deny each other. I don't
see why reason should often so overwhelmingly
destroy belief, and emotion — ^the spirit — ^the heart —
often so overwhelmingly affirm it. But will you tell
me why we should accord more validity to the con-
clusions of the head than to those of the heart f I
believe that the head's reasoning fits stationary
things, while the heart's fits life. I believe that the
cathedral holds the truth. Look at it, inside and out.
Don't let the mythological rags which help children
to see the truth blind you to the truth. I believe that
Christianity is the latest and greatest sign of some-
thing greater even than itself; the same thing that
all preceding temples of any race and any age had
something of, only not so much as this cathedral
holds. All along from his infancy, man has built
these inns for the soul. After a while the soul moves
on to be rid of the rags of mythology which
have begun to stifle it. Truth says forever to man,
*I exist ; but dare to utter me, and I will turn to a lie
upon your lips. ' But today, you and I hold one thing
at least which both the head and the heart can unite
upon : Pity. Pity has come into the world and grown
great, while wickedness is no larger than at the
beginning ; it only has more tools to do its work with.
Why do we value good men most of all, miss them
most of all when they leave the world t Because the
heart loves goodness best and goodness comes from
somewhere."
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I stopped. I had been surprised into this. It was
almost as if it had said itself for me or in spite of me.
I now became aware that the boy had ceased walking
back and forth and was standing quite still, his
untamed eyes fixed upon me.
**I believe you have said something," he slowly
muttered. '^If head and heart could get together on
anything ''
He stared at the cathedral once again. ''That
might make one serene/' he added.
A car came with two young French officers, one of
whom hailed him in friendly English and quickly
gave him help as he tried to pull himself in. As they
started he said to me gruffly :
''I am glad we met."
Yes, we had met. He had not asked my name nor
I his. Neither knew where the other lived. We
were without clue or context to each other. It was
not that we expressly forbore from the usual ques-
tions, but that from first to last we never came to the
surface where usual questions are exchanged.
VI
THE ilUOMENTS THAT BEMAIN — 2
Wasted beyond hope of repair would have been our
next day, but for some members of the British Army.
These came to onr help when we were flonndering like
a ship without a rudder or compass at what seemed
to me then, and still seems to me as I look back, the
uncharted edge of the world. Our chauffeur had
known his way and the lay of the land through which
we had come so far. In the cold little room with its
frozen piano at the Hotel du Bhin he followed my
finger as I ran it over the route I had laid out for us ;
and he assented intelligently, with readiness, even
with eagerness, when I asked him at each point could
we do this, and this ; would the whole journey be too
long for one day, if we started early t Not at all, he
answered. I cast up the sum of the various distances
for him, I consulted with him about lunch — ^in short, I
collaborated every step and every hour with hint
I had to choose, steering my proposed course
closely by the map and by what I had learned in Paris
from army officers. The chauffeur saw, heard, rati-
fied each one of my points with that lucid, compre-
hending diction which is native to France and envied
by the rest of us. How should I know beforehand
that beneath that fluent courtesy he was a forlorn
imbecile t
Our start was prompt. The sky threatened, but
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not yet imminently. Thank f orttme I took with me my
maps. Former journeys had made me familiar with
the fact that taking the right turn as one goes through
the French country is not at all the puzzle which even
a village of ten or a dozen clustering cottages can
present. In these little knots one is frequently
tangled and emerges in a wrong direction. But I was
not worried yet as we made our way out of Amiens.
I was not even yet worried by our chauffeur's stop-
ping two or three times while we were still in the
town to inquire the road. What I had forgotten was
the fact, made equally familiar by former journeys,
that any French peasant Ti^ho knows the road farther
than ten kilometres beyond his manure pile is a
prodigy of travelled experience. To be sure, the
townsfolk of Amiens were not quite peasants— but
the town of DouUens was our first point, and Doullens
was distant twenty-seven kilometres. This stretch
proved too wide for the knowledge of such townsfolk
of Amiens as pointed the way to our chauffeur.
My map was spread out. So I had learned to keep
it, not alone against going wrong, but to herald
approaching little places as well. I looked out for
Poulainville. It didn't come. I supposed that we
had passed it. I wondered if we should see Coisy.
We didn 't. I concluded it lay too far to the right to
be seen. But I was rather surprised at getting no
sight of Villers-Bocage. Presently our road struck
me as being narrower than the road to Doullens
looked on the map. I spoke a word to our chauffeur.
He reassured me with true French competence. I
believed him abjectly, but, when I read upon a corner
wall the name Contay and there was no Gontay on
the map of the road behind us or before us, nolliing
44 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
at all like that all the way to Doullens, I spoke
another word to the ohauffeur. Yoti who know the
history of the war, know well miany reasons for my
wishing to see Donllens. Near that place the Hnns
had knowingly bombed a hospital full of wonnded
Canadians and their nnrses. Papers npon the
aviator captured afterwards proved this : the hospital
was marked conspicuously upon these with a cross :
so his bombs were accurately dropped upon the sick-
beds and turned them to death-beds. But this was
not my chief reason. I had one, and it would have
been enough without the others. Here at this place
Doullens, in a garden, General Perslung had said
some momentous words at the close of a momentous
conclave. That was a spot I wished to see. This
time the chauffeur was less successful with his
reassuring French competence. He reiterated that
we were going quite the right way, quite the best
possible way, but I held to it that we were not going
the way to Doullens.
**0h, no, monsieur,'* said the chauffeur, in a
surprise as perfect as if the word Doullens had never
been uttered between us. /^But we are going to
Arras much straighter than one goes by way of
Doullens. The road by Doullens is destroyed,
monsieur. That is well known. * *
Then, when had it become well known to himf
And why had he never told me so till now t But why
ask him such a question t Why ask a Frenchman
why he is French ? Or why, for that matter, ask why
the good qualities should be dealt out scatteringly
among the nations, and nobody hold all the trumps f
"Go on,*' I requested him resignedly; **go on to
Arras/*
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After ally if no road went to Donllens at present, at
present one conldn^t go there. Without it our day
would still be crowded with the deepest interest. I
settled back into calm — ^partial calm. Certainly we
were headed towards Arras upon a way straighter
than if we had curved to it westward through
Doullens. My calm was but partial, because upon
the inap our present road looked a slight thing, a
narrow line of red, while a broad important red stripe
represented the road to DouQens. How singular to
indicate a destroyed highway thus I But a rag of
faith in our chauffeur was still left me.
We went through some more little places, or what
had been little places once, and before long my rag
of faith began to tear. Iii the chauffeur's back I
seemed to discover a less assured expression. The
appearance of our road was growing less and less the
sort of thing that keeps up a man's heart, our speed
was growing more and more cautious, and the bumps
had ceased to be occasional. Rain began to fall, mud
began to deepen, stones and holes became the floor
of this thoroughfare. We crawled up a hill and
through a village street, evidently of some grace and
symmetry once, now battered featureless, and at
perhaps the end of a mile reached a ridge, went on
for a few wallowing yards, and came to a halt. You
might have been at anchor on the top of a wave of
mud struck still, in a mud ocean struck still. What
wonder t We were at the Sucrerie beyond Mailly-
Maillet, Beaumont Hamel was at our right, scarce a
mile off. A waste of motionless, featureless undula-
tions lay ahead, and in these our road died away, sank
to nothing.
As well as I can remember, the chauffeur sat mute
46 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
and stationary, like the obliterated landscape. Big
heaps of shell stood about Barbed wire lay every-
where, ragged or rolled into rusty coils. It straggled
amid deep mud, ruins, and stones. The rain was
now pouring. A crumpled single-track railway
crossed what had been the road. A camion stood
near by. Some English soldiers were guarding some
German prisoners. These worked stolidly, gathering
the shells. It was now eleven o'clock, we had been
travelling slowly and more slow, and had made about
thirty kUometres, instead of sixty or seventy, when
help from the British Army came to us at this point
for the first time this day.
I looked out of our car, and my look brought a
young officer up to it.
^*We were tryiag to get to Arras,'' I said.
**You have come too far. You must go back a bit
and turn west at Hedauville, and go round by Acheux.
This road used to go to Arras, but it's quite gone
wrong itself, you see."
**0h, yes, I do seel How long will it take us by
Acheux!"
He considered for a moment. * * You might do it in
two hours and a half."
At this my heart sank indeed. Two hours and a
half to Arras, and it was eleven already I We were
to have been at Lille by twelve-thirty, at Lille we were
to have lunched, and Lille was twenty-five or thirty
miles beyond Arras. I saw my whole plan of the
day fall to nothing. We were to lose not DouUens
alone, but Arras, Vimy Ridge, Lens, Lille, and the
whole returning part as weU, Douai, Arteux, Cam-
brai, every precious point that I had chosen for this
day of pilgrimage.
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** Where do yon come fromf asked the young
officer.
**Ainiens/*
^^Yon should have gone by Donllens. Why didn't
yonf
"We were going, bnt they told onr chanffenr that
was aU torn np still. ' '
"Well, I know that's not true, becanse I happen to
have rebuilt it myself.''
What was there to do but laugh f I looked at the
mud and I looked at my map. Lille had been the
point where food was sure. In every direction about
us here the only thing we could be sure of was ruins.
Yesterday, when there was no need for it, we had
provisions with us; today our cheese and crackers
and chocolate were reposing in our rooms at the Hdtel
du !^in. We might decide to go without refresh-
ment and push on into space, but how about the
chauffeur! After all, his fault had been to believe
the word of his fellow-countrymen in preference to
my map and me. Well, we must turn round, anyhow ;
that was the first thing to do. Our plight had
gathered a little group of starers and listeners. Our
chauffeur couldn't budge the stuck car. A young
German prisoner sprang forward to help push it so
that it might be backed and turned. He was natural,
friendly, anxious to be of use. He looked less than
twenty. Many of his comrades seemed as young.
Many had amiable, fresh, and even handsome faces.
Our young German, who pushed us out of our stick-
ing-place so willingly and capably, spoke Ehiglish.
He added to our information about the country and
the state of the roads. Go back to Amiens ? Not if
desperation could prevent. If we could not see what
48 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
we had set out to see, let ns at least try to see some-
thing else. I discovered that I had with me a few
forgotten pieces of chocolate, nothing to keep our-
selves and the chauffeur going all day, but enough to
put off emptiness when this should begin. Again I
looked at tny map and there found inspiration : Albert
was not far off — ^not far, that is, in ordinary times.
Yes, Albert was accessible. The young officer gave
directions to us; our collapsed expedition had ap-
pealed to him, and he entered into our anxiety to save
some fragments of our broken day. He did not
address our chauffeur at all; he had taken the
measure of this moral paralytic and as the hours
wore on this measure was repeatedly verified. In the
various moments of stress through which we were
destined still to pass, this chauffeur displayed the
enterprise of a stale poultice.
We thanked the member of the British Army who
had appeared to us in the nick of time — ^the first nick
of our time — and our car slowly waded out of that
huge pie of mud, away from the ridge, the camion,
the prisoners and the soldiers, and down that sluggish
rise up which we had so vainly toiled.
Back we went into an alarmingly small lane which
tried but did not upset our faith in the British officer.
This led us to a biggish road {bon pave, said the
map) and so quite soon to Albert.
To see this place, known to all the world by its
Virgin that hung from the shattered church tower so
long in mid-air, was to save something at least to
show for our day. Were we to save anything more f
It did not look so jiist then. The sky was black, the
rain poured thick, the wind shook our car as it stood.
Outside lay dismantled Albert, dumb and prone.
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Bleak streams of water spouted from holes and slants
of blind fragments. We had been told to expect no
food here. We conld see no sign of life, only ruins
and mud; but through the violence of the wind again
the great silence of France was perceptible. I first
became aware of it here, and then remembered its
presence all along our road since leaving Amiens.
We had re-entered it but a little way outside the town.
A few soldiers appeared. To one who passed near I
said, "Was there a crumb of food anywhere within
reach f And now stepped in the Britiish Army and
saved us and our day the second time. At my words,
**a crumb of food,'* the face of the soldier changed
from indifference to brotherhood.
"Come with us,*' he said, "we're just going to
mess.'*
He called another soldier and to his care comndtted
our car and our lump of a chauffeur. We walked
along with him through the ravaged street.
He conducted us through puddles and across fallen
walls in the pelting rain to a little house built out of
ruins by German prisoners ; a little hollow of shelter
and comfort, set in the midst of the haggard debris.
To step into such a box of snugness from such a wild
and disordered outside once again took one into that
same unearthly region of marvel, or of dream,
through which our stunned minds had been moving
yesterday: gaunt, shrivelled, wasted France — and
then, suddenly, in the heart of it, this warm little hole
full of England !
Inside the hole were three of our guide's comrades :
Tommies all, and every one so friendly, so human, so
simply and plainly glad to make us welcome and share
with us whatever they had I They had a firejdace
50 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
and a fire ; none before this had we seen in France.
One of the Tommies was a Scotch boy, I think, and
one the very marrow of English England; blond,
blue-eyed, inimitably and nnfathomably humorous.
I never learned, but I suspected him to be city-bred.
So developed a philosophy, so mature a sophistica-
tion, such a readiness of both words and wit, could
hardly have ripened in the hedges. He made himself
the spokesman for the party.
We seldom measure how cold we are until we have
come from chill into a place of warmth. Our hosts
poured out Scotch whisky liberally for us, and I took
A long, stiff, reviving drink of it.
The fire burned, civilizing the atmosphere; books
were there, a few ; and a few pictures, newspaper and
other, tempered the walls. A piano was also present,
escaped partially alive from the Huns. Behind the
room opened a tiny kitchen from which our food was
now carried in. Over the table at which we sat hung
an empty brass shell case. This was the Tommies '
dinner bell. Meat and potatoes were served, and tea
in cups of great size. Cheese there was, and sugar
for the tea instead of the usual saccharine.
The blond Tommy talked along, his comrades
evidently liking to listen to him as much as we did.
He relished it, too, without a particle of vainglory,
but simply because his thoughts came of themselves
and surprised and delighted him. He had attained a
philosophy. No school books had helped him to this.
If education had fallen to his lot, I think he could have
made his mark. Perhaps he would make it anyhow.
I doubt his being over twenty-five. Life, as it had
come along, had day by day written copiously and
clearly upon his alert mind; and this war, this
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gigantic adventure, through which he had come alive,
had evidently set free in him every power of observa-
tion and reflection that he possessed.
**She hung on through a good bit of it,'' he said,
**but she went at last/'
It was of the Virgin that he spoke. Pictures of her
have taught her appearance to us all; the upright
figure with the unusual stretching aloft of her child ;
and then, after the bomb had struck her, the hori-
zontal form in the air at right angles to the tower.
Albert had been dragged from hand to hand and
dragged back. It was when they had let it go for the
last time that the Huns smashed it to pieces, as they
smashed every French thing that they had time to
break and which they had meant to keep. Albert had
numbered thirteen thousand inhabitants. Of these
three hundred now lived here, in cellars.
The Tommy had been four years in the war and
four times at Albert. Against whatever he had been
dashed to his temporary hurt by the tides of destruc-
tion, he had not sunk amid the back and forth of their
churning ; he had floated out like a cork, buoyant and
sound.
**What would you do to the Kaiser!" he asked us.
* * Or would you let him go t "
We had reached the Kaiser, inevitably. The
Kaiser, in the spring of 1919, was reached more often
than he is reached today. The voices of the world
were then still busy propounding various dooms for
him ; and various dooms were forthwith propounded
at our lunch table. Everyone had his idea as to what
would be good and fitting for the Kaiser. None were
barbarous, as I remember, but all were what you
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wotild call thorough. The Tommy was clever enough
to hit my own with his first shot.
* *I have my plan for him,'* I said.
*^ Yon wonld have *im 'anged in front of *is palace
at Potsdam. ' '
* * Right, * ' I answered.
"Right it wonld be. But don't ye know not one of
'em 11 ever do a thing to 'imr'
"Well," I said, "things have been done to people.'*
"Theyll do nothing to 'im."
"They didn't let Napoleon go scot-free."
"Ow," said the Tommy, with a look that no words
can reproduce, " 'ee wasn't related to any of 'em."
This unexpected generalization was presently fol-
lowed by another. It was after they had been telling
me the history of Albert, as known to themselves
since 1914, the destitution of its people, and the
obliteration of the very sites of where their homes
had stood, that I told him about the lady at Noyon, the
lady who came back from Nevers, and whom I had
last seen searching for her house. This set going at
once the blond Tommy's philosophizing.
"I wouldn't come back," he stated.
"You mean to find your house!" I asked him.
* * I wouldn 't do that. The French are sentimental.
They say we English 'ave no sentiment. I think we
'ave just as much as the French. But "
"But you don't mention itf " I ventured to put in.
All the Tommies gave a barely visible nod, and he
continued :
"We'd not come back to our 'ouse, with it looking
like that. We'd keep away from it, an' live some-
where else."
It was not for me to comment or philosophize any
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more than I had dared to do in that single remark
which I had interpolated. It had fared well, and I
would not risk spoiling it by another which might
fare ill, I longed for the leisure of a day or two in
which to exchange as many confidences — ^private,
public, and international — ^with these Tommies as
they would permit. Apart from their desire to hel^
us out they were really glad to see us. What wonder!
We made a break in their gruesome task at Albert;
This task was disinterment. Upon the hill and oyer
the hill lay the dead, not by the hundred, but by many
thousands.
"It ^elps their folks at *ome a lot to have 'em cared
for,'^ the Tommy explained.
**Are you able to know than aUf*' 1 asked.
"About 'arf of 'em can be identified,'* he said.
These British soldiers did not do the actual dig-
ging, they were too few. They were in charge of
some forty "Chinks,*' we learned from them. Awd
among these "Chinks" they had found three women
in disguise.
The blond Tommy made a final generalization to
me. Our meal was ended, our chauffeur waitmg
somewhere for us with the <5ar, our plan of pilgrimage
laid out for us, and the Tommy and I climbing in the
rain together over some heaps that had been houses.
I spoke to him of the pitiful destruction of old archi-
tecture in France which no modem builder would
ever make again.
"Yes," he said, "the French 'ave a great idea of
the beautiful. And a very poor one of sanitytion. "
I wish I were to know his career henceforth, but
that is not likely. He stood in need of but few books«
His brain was awake and open and the war had
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educated it to a point not commonly reached upon the
benches of our schools.
Between Albert and Bapaume, an appalling stage
of eighteen kilometres, the strokes of war had
scourged the face of the earth to a blind pulp. On
either side the road the land was a mere featureless
confluence of bruises and welts. Close at hand, near
enough for the eye to see and count each different
kind of rubbish and scar, and seam, and pock-mark,
one noted rusty cans, rusty wire, rusty shards of
metal, holes and mounds, graves alone, and by twos
and threes, arranged and unarranged, scattered and
continuous, their pale crosses sticking up along the
road and outward from it until their slim, incessant
pattern faded into a distance, where lay pieces of
tanks, and the dead trees pointed crookedly up like
jagged fingers of bone. From time to time came by
the little towns — ^Becordel, Pozieres, Le Sars, lying
upon the dead land like dead leaves. Far away upon
each side of us the welts and bruises blurred indis-
tinguishably, merging into a wide, blank, strange-
colored, mangy waste. Upon this tremendous, deso-
lation the rain descended from a sombre sky. I
thought of certain bad lands in our West. Their
aspect, with its hues suggesting some sickness of the
soil, some sterility brought on by a curse, was like
this lost look of the earth between Albert and
Bapaume. But beneath the resemblance was a dif-
ference that went to the bottom of things. The
Western bad lands were of nature 's doing, boiled or
baked, and so cooked to their strange chemical look
when our continent was shaping and before man was
there. These bad lands of France had once waved
with grain, rustled with leaves, smelt of fruit
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blossoms and gardens. Their present leprosy had
been dealt them by the hand of man. This explained
suddenly to me the secret of the French silence, why
it held all motion and all noise in a hollow that was
like a great, cold, dead hand. In the overhanging
silence of our bad lands there is that which may well
fill the perceiving spirit with solemnity, even some-
times possibly with awe; but that silence speaks of
the mystery of the universe, while this French silence
spoke of the mystery of evil.
Through the continuing tempest we came to
Bapaume, another town dashed to empty fragments.
It was smaller than Albert, numbering thirty*five
hundred in its days of prosperity; two hundred of
them were then living here, as the three hundred of
Albert were living, in cellars. Twice in the grasp of
the Huns, like Albert, they had given it the same fate,
squeezing it to death when they found that they had
to drop it from their grasp. The crushed beams of
machinery toppled like trees leaning together after
a hurricane. Not a house stood whole. Disabled
tanks sprawled, dripping, along the streets. The rain
fell now so furiously that we were glad to descry
another shelter. It held no comforts like that of the
Tommies at Albert, but no rain came through the
corrugated arch of iron which formed its roof, and
beneath this we sat dry in the company of some
French workmen. The wind reverberated through
torn sheets of metal while we huddled round a brazier
with them and they told us of themselves. They
were friendly, and in their own lucid French way,
philosophic. They were at work upon some wooden
barracks to furnish better lodging, I suppose, for
those who were now eating and sleeping in cellars.
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They fipoke, as I say, lucidly and qtiietly about iheir
country, but not happily. It wad not what had
befallen her in the war, but her present state and
her future, and what was befalling her in the peace,
over which they shook their dishevelled, thoughtful
heads.
^ ^ France is ill-organized, ' ' said one.
**Look, monsieur, *' said another. **In the matter
of tobacco. This is a part of our supplies which they
bring us to keep us going. Three ounces in three
weeks ! ' ' He made a gesture. That had been all the
smoking supplied to him. He fed a little charcoal to
the brazier with his thin, discolored fingers.
In the matter of tobacco my companion was better
organized than France, and he left with them all that
he had brought for the day. We stopped with them
a little while longer, talking of France and of them-
selves, while our chauffeur finished repairing a punc-
ture. We left them looking after us from their iron
hut.
Devastation encompassed us, we had been in its
midst for many hours, we were to be there for many
more. Never did it abate, never did we pass a spot
which it had not blighted, never a house which was
not a ruin, nor a field unswept by death. Death lay
upon the surface, death lay beneath. There is an
awful line spoken in ^^Lear'': The worst is not while
we can say, ^^This is the worst. '^ Between Albert and
Bapaume we had said, ^Hhis is the worst." Now,
during the nineteen kilometres between Bapaume and
Peronne, we said it again. The strokes of annihila-
tion to our eyes seemed here to cut deeper: more little
places— Beaulencourt,, La Transloy, Raucourt— lay
like dead leaves along the way, the pale crosses
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stretched outward each side beyond sight, little difik
tinct groups of them making a sort of thin mist, it
which one could fancy that the spirits of the dead
were hovering. Strewed also over the earth as far as
one could see were the old broken shells, the old wire,
the cans, a ceaseless layer of rusty, littered refuse.
Northward and eastward this spread on farther than
we could see or were going to see, beyond Cambrai,
and Le Cateau and Ypres, away over the frontier,
sheeting whole counties and departments with this
extinct deposit of war.
It was between Bapaume and Peronne that we first
saw shell holes in their fullest, thickest mass. We
stood upon the edge of wide spaces, acres upon acres,
which once had been smooth, healthy fields, where
now not one blade of grass was to be seen. As
pestilence can pit and discolor a human face, until
it is rough with holes like a colander, so this land
was pitted. The fertile surface wherein seeds and
roots can flourish was gone, baked, charred, cooked
to an ashen compound, into which the bombs by
bursting had plowed up and kneaded the sterile,
chalky under-soil. There it lay, like some mass of
horrible contagion. Had you tried to cross it, every
step you made would have been from edge to edge
of the holes. They touched each other, broke into
each other. Some were wide and deep, some looked
as if one might jump across them. Into their slop
and slime the rain poured steadily. Sometimes one
could look across and see where they ended, and
sometimes one could not. Had one tried to make
a way over them I do not think one would have ar-
rived. Where they were, life had been — ^pastures,
groves, crops, cattle walking and grazing, the voices
58 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
of grandchildren playing, the voices of grandmothers
calling to them. I looked upon the ghost of a land
As it spread ont nnder the dark sky I did not think
that the storm made it worse. In the light of the snn
it would be no better. It did not seem as if summer
or winter could make any difference to it. It looked
as if the four seasons which we know would never
pay their visits to it again, but that a changeless sea-
son of its own was always here, beneath whose light-
less day it would stretch in all the years to come.
As at Noyon, so at Peronne were the returning
dwellers to be seen, clinging to their old places, seek-
ing out their hearths, unearthing possessions which
they had buried before they took flight. Like Albert
and Bapaume, the Huns battered it down when they
could not keep it as their booty. The message which
the destroyers had left behind them still placarded
the ruined front of the town-hall — s, board nailed up,
with these parting words of advice to the homeless
French of Peronne:
Nicht argern nur wv/t%dern —
Not anger but wonder.
How could there be either anger or wonder after
four years' experience of their acts?
Other messages in other places whence they were
flying to save ti^eir skins had been left behind — ^mes-
sages without words : in Soissons the hidden bombs
had killed many returning people in 1917. In 1918,
south of Cambrai, when the destroyers were fleeing
before the British, they had concealed one of these
bombs and above it in plain sight had nailed a live
kitten. They were right in their guess. When some
British Tommies saw and heard the kitten, they
rushed to help it and were blown to atoms.
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* ^How you must hate us/* said a captured Prussian
officer to a British sailor on a ship, and was assured
that there was no hate. Surprised, he repeated his
remark, and received the same answer.
**It is impossible that you should not hate us,*' he
heavily insisted, **when we have done you so much
damage. * *
**0h, no,** said the sailor, *'we don*t *ate yer. We
just looks at you like scum or vomit or some other
narsty mess to be swabbed up. * *
Through this region of the Somme, this grave of
human flesh and of homes and towns, all l3dng silent
together, we continued upon our way. Marquaix,
Eoisel, Hargicourt, each alike was quiet and dismem-
bered; just a broken spot along the road, with the
pale, thin crosses and the crooked skeleton trees and
the jagged bits of houses sticking up among the
mounds and shell holes, mile after mile. At some
point during this stage of our journey, the sun shone
a little and I saw that its light cheered nothing. It
showed more plainly the mists made by the crosses
and the distant clots of barbed wire. You have seen
some autumn hillside where the brambles dried by
frost spread upon the open land like rusty clouds;
thus, far off, the barbed wire blurred the slopes. At
Hargicourt, though my map showed the way, we
halted at the sight of a living .man to ask him the road
to Bellicourt. He was an American, a **Y** man, and
answered us right. He was seeing after the welfare
of several hundred ** Chinks,** he told us.
We were very glad to see Bellicourt, to pause and
get out of the car and climb up and down by the steep
entrance of that canal tunnel. We were treading the
exact earth of the Hindenburg Line. Seven months
60 NEIGHBORS HENCEFORTH
ago almost to a day — September 29tli — October 1st,
1918, — our second corps, the 27th and 30th Divisions,
had so battled here, together with the Australians,
as to win a word of high praise from the British
General under whom they served. The rain that had
sluiced us at Hargicourt was now holding up. We
made our way about in the mud through which our
men had struggled. Here were still the shell craters
and the labyrinth of trenches. We looked down the
abrupt slope to the tunnel wherein the Huns had so
elaborately and for so long made their electric-lighted
nest, and out of which we had helped to eject them
on those gallant days. No church was here in which
to give thanks for our participation in the capture of
this position and to think upon my dead and living
countrymen who fought over this desperate ground.
I gave my thanks wordlessly, in the open air. In my
mind I saw the cathedral of Amiens, lofty, tranquil,
pensive, living ; and I tore away a piece of a poster
which must have been pasted up at Bellicourt soon
after its re-taking by the Allies. It requested the
men to deal with the people round about consider-
ately, like men, not like Prussians. It was wet then
from the rain and much stained. Today it is stiff.
I put it away with a little bullet from a garden at
Peronne, whence the householder returned from exile
was digging his silver, his china, the small treasures
of domesticity that he had buried.
Along the thirteen kilometres of road to St. Quen-
tin there was sometimes more sunlight, as I remem-
ber it, but never a change in the gloomy scene. We
skirted one shell crater not yet filled in, wide and
jagged and deep like a quarry; it was the largest
cavity we had seen so far, and a road had been made
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around it. Not far off to our right lay the remains
of a little place with a name whose beauty tinkles like
a silver bell : Bellinglise. All France is musical with
names; names sonorous that chant like legends, or
gay, that trip like the dances of old jongleurs; names
full of overtones, where the vowels and syllables fall
into cadences so melodious, that to read them aloud
is like a song. Bellinglise ! The mere syllables drew
a poem from Alan Seeger. That is all I know of
Bellinglise, except that its wreck lay there by the
Hindenburg Line.
In a way St. Quentin was the worst sight of all
among the ruined towns which we had thus far
passed. There was much more of it to be ruined than
at Albert or Peronne, and the whole of it seemed to be
destroyed. It lay not prone upon the ground, it stood
up, it presented as one drew near to it a vertical as-
pect ; there was the illusion of its being mostly safe
and sound. But above it gaped the hulk of the cathe-
dral, splintered, shattered, sky showing through its
holes ; and once we were among the streets we saw the
truth. Here again in this town came the sense of
scenery painted for a play of disaster. Walls that
looked steady and inhabited from a short distance,
turned sham at close quarters, like wings or the back
drop on a stage. In the many streets that we went
through never a house did we pass that was not gut-
ted : behind the mask of each front, ceilings slumped
to floors, stairs sagged to cellars, beams blackened
and gnawed by fire stuck through holes in tilted roofs,
mirrors and bureaus, unscathed, perched alone upon
ledges of landing over gulfs of broken plaster.
By the time that we reached here, we had become
judges of ruins. We had learned to name their kind
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at sight, and approximately to gauge their maturity.
These vintages of destruction fell into a nxmiber of
classes. There was the farm or the village which
had happened to be in the way where a battle was
going on. It may have fallen at the hands of its
friends as readily as at those of the enemy; but
whether hit by French, British, or German shells, its
pushing down would be lateral, from the missiles
passing horizontally through it. There was the dyna-
mited dwelling, the work of mere disappointed greed
and malice. Its walls might often still be upright, or
but a little caving in, or bulging out. No shell holes
would be in such walls, no lateral rents. The earth-
quake would be up and down, within the walls, and it
would be the floors and ceilings and crushed things
between that marked this class. There was the dwell-
ing that had been mined. This somewhat resembled
the dynamited sort. The difference would be seen
chiefly in the clots of soil which had been heaved into
the air and had faUen upon the top of beams or
lodged in high crevices. There was the dwelling that
had been burned by the pastilles invented by the skil-
ful German chemist, Otswald. In these there would
be no shaking down or up, no slanting, no sign of
lateral or vertical shock. Everything would be sim-
ply and quietly gone that fire could bum, leaving the
stones or the melted metal. One entire village had
been left behind thus by the retreating Huns. The
presence of plants and weeds growing about upon
various elevations of a ruin marked it as being of
the earlier war days.
Despite the state of St. Quentin, plenty of people
were to be met in the streets. I suppose that these,
too, were living in cellars. Of one of them we in-
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quired the way. I do not see now what else we conld
have done. My map could not show us how to thread
our way clean through from one side of the town to
the other and strike the right turning. It could and
did show us our general direction, more or less par-
allel to the river, and near enough to be in sight of it
at first, I imagined ; and this I explained to the chauf-
feur. We were to keep southwest, I said, and we
should cross a railroad in about two kilometres. But
I made no objection when he stopped and asked of an
inhabitant the right road to Jussy, I merely remem-
bered DouUens uneasily. We were told at once, with-
out pause to meditate, the right way to Jussy, and I
could see by the chauffeur ^s back that this word from
a fellow Frenchman meant more to him than anything
I and my map could say. We crossed the railroad
remarkably soon, it seemed to me, quite within the
city limits, and I saw nothing of the river. A good
way out in the country, after nothing was as I ex-
pected it to be, I forced the reluctant chauffeur to
stop, while I called to a man driving a wagon with
two wheels, how far were we from Jussy t He did
not seem to know the name. He was from Origny,
four kilometres onward. Origny! I sought my
map. There was no such place on the road to Jussy.
Origny t I found it. We had been set on the highway
to Guise. It was as if, being at Chicago, you had
asked the way to Omaha and had been carefully
headed for Pittsburgh.
** Henceforth,*' I detonated to the chauffeur, **you
will do exactly as I say and nothing that anybody
else says. To the seventy-nine kilometres that we had
still to go, you have added about twenty-eight more.
Turn round. Go straight back.*'
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I spread the map upon my knees and there I kept it.
^*Left/^ I said to him as we reached the rim of St.
Quentin.
^* Right/' I presently ordered; and in due time we
came to Jussy.
Here, with imperishable instinct, he was taking the
wrong turn, but I hailed him.
^^ Right,'' I commanded; ^^and cross the railroad,
and go to Ham. ' '
He bleated something about Chauny. A sign
poLQted thither by the road he had tried to take.
^^Do what I say and do it at once," I returned.
* * Do you want to take us round by Noyon and Roye
that we saw yesterday, and add twenty or thirty kilo-
metres more when hours are growing as precious as
diamonds f "
The sun was now showing itself more often than
during the stages over which we had so far travelled,
but we had fallen seriously behind time; it was a
westering sun thfet shone, and our journey was be-
come a race with the ebbing day. At the points where
we had been especially told to stop, Ham, Nesle,
Chaulnes, Villers-Bretonneux, there could be no stop-
ping. We must rest content with a glance at each as
we passed through it with the careful and abated
pace which bad stretches of road enforced upon us ;
it was doubtful if the light would last to our journey's
end. This seemed so uncertain that I resolved to
forego even the attempt to see Villers-Bretonneux,
and decided upon what looked upon the map like a
shorter cut to Amiens by Rosieres.
Perhaps through our lateness we gained another
knowledge of the desolation. We saw the day leave
it, as we made the best speed we could over the dis-
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ordered kilometres. Furthermore, miany parts of our
road now lay along the line of rail over which fast,
expensive trains used to run direct from Calais to
Bale and Lucerne and the Alps. Thus, having seen
the tatters of towns and houses, we had a good view
of this uprooted railroad, alongside of which we fre-
quently drove, and over which we frequently crossed.
I retain in mind particularly one blown-up spot at
which there seemed to have been important and large
machinery and but few houses. The machinery had
been spilled and splashed over the railway station and
the houses and the railroad itself. All lay lumped
and stirred together, like a gigantic petrified stew.
Sidings stuck forth from beneath heaps of cranks and
wheels, vats lay bottom side up between detached
doors and bushes and pieces of chimney, and one
steam whistle severed at the neck had evidently flown
through the air and now sat lonely upon a truck which
had been dashed from the rails.
Ham we passed, and were glad to put it behind us.
Its name rang with memories ; it was strange to be
glad that we had passed it, instead of sorry that we
could not stop. Yet, even so, there was the silence
with us always ; and here also was the river with the
name that must for ever be an awful name to many,
the river Somme. Nesle followed Ham fairly soon.
We made those nine kilometres evenly, and again I
was glad to count them off. I was watching the day-
light rather than what more it showed us of destruc-
tion, and I was watching the road. On my knees lay
the map open, and the chauffeur had at length been
reduced to believing what I said. I had by now de-
livered a number of directions to him, aU of which
had come true. At every cross-roads, or fork, or
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turn, he would submissively slow down and listen, and
then obey me as I barked to him, * ^ Bight *^ or **Left*'
or * ^ Straight on. ^ * The light waned and I looked at it
and at my watch and at the map wherever I could
see the kilometres of devastation which lay ahead of
us still. I could read which turns we were to take,
but the time was coming very soon when I should be
able to read them no longer. I wondered what we
should all do in the dark. Many ridges and descents
and roads unknown lay between us and Amiens. We
had nothing with us in the way of food or covering,
and no desert could promise less of either than this
silent land of the Somme. The last sight that we saw
clearly was the motionless sadness of Chaulnes. The
grey dusk was coming down upon its fragments. We
could make them out, thin shapes rising from a blur
of mounds and undergrowth, and behind and among
them, grey, stark trees, all dead. More trees rose
beyond, a wood of them, crooked, splintered, and
dead. No sight that day had conveyed so much the
immovable chill of extinction.
We left grey, quiet Chaulnes behind us, and came
to a fork which might be so important that I made the
chauffeur stop. Coming towards us along a smooth-
looking way for which I yearned, was a camion. In
my hesitation, my faith wavered, and I asked the
driver how to go to Amiens. To the right, he an-
swered, and was gone. It was wrong. The way he
had come, to the left, was the one.
Dark was now treading on our heels. We crossed
without due circumspection a single railroad track
that jutted rather high and abrupt, bounced with a
forlorn inward clink of snapping, and stood still.
Various urgings and motions made by the chauffeur
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brought no response from the impassive car. He got
down and opened it. Something was broken. He
told me its French name. Was it fatal 1 1 asked him,
and he assured me that in time he could mend it. I
did not in the least believe him; why should I! It is
better in such cases to assume the worst and see what
else can be done. My friend and I walked about
while the figure of the stooping chauffeur grew more
dim in the departing light. We did not seem to be
anywhere, there did not seem to be anything to do.
We had come to grief exactly beside a little estaminet,
dark and closed, the glass gone from its window and
blind boards there instead. It stood where the road
and the railway crossed each other. I paced several
times in front of its silent door and pictured us all
breaking into it presently when the night should have
completely fallen and the chauffeur completely failed
to restore the engine to life. Even if it should prove
entirely empty, the floor of it would be larger to sleep
in than the car, and smaller than the wide world.
What difference would it make, anyhow, such a small
mishap in the presence of such great calamity! Then
I heard a sound inside, and spoke to the sound ap-
pealingly and reassuringly. The door was opened
with caution and there stood a woman. Her face was
pleasant and it was with a pleasant and gentle voice
that she greeted me. I could not tell her age, she had
seen war: Young and old who have gazed under-
standingly upon the full countenance of war become
of like age. A gash, recent and not half healed,
crossed her forehead. She glanced at us and our car,
took in the mishap, and bade us enter with words of
very sweet apology :
*^You see how we are installed.*'
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The light of one dull lamp was quite enough to
disclose the state of this home. I suppose that there
had been a fire in something, for she must have
cooked somewhere, but I saw none. The room was
damp and cold. Beside the boarded window which I
had seen in front were others with neither boards nor
glass in them, open holes into the night. Still, the
place had a roof, and it was the first edifice of any
kind which we had during many hours an opportunity
to see that was not a total wreck.
^*We have just come back to it,^^ she said.
Who ^*we'' were I did not ask her, but presently
learned without any asking. She and her husband
had come back from Normandy where they had been
for a year in refuge. She had lost everything. She
told us of her fortunes simply and sweetly and every
syllable was full of perfect, unforced courage. They
would get on ; the estaminet was on the road where
people passed and they would be passing more and
more as times revived. While she told us of her
prospects, heavy coughing broke out somewhere.
^*Your husband!^' I asked her.
^*Yes.''
^^I hope that he is not ill?^^
^^But not at all, monsieur. It is nothing. He
went out with friends today, and there it is. It 's but
that.''
**I hope he doesn't do it often?"
**0h, no!" she assured me with a gay smile as I
looked at the gash in her forehead.
Directly he coughed violently and she hastened to
him in some hole behind the room. Some turn that
I now made disclosed to me that what I had taken
for a huddle of bedding lying across some article of
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furniture was a perambulator with a baby asleep
in it.
^^He^ll be better now/^ said the mother, coming
back to us from the father. Then she showed her
placid child to us.
She had a loaf of coarse bread and some butter
which made our dinner ; she wanted but * * six sous * '
for it. We took the chauffeur ^s share outside to him,
where he labored at the engine. It was now entirely
dark. She had a bed and we could have stayed there,
but as we were considering this the chauffeur came
in to ask for water and told us that the car would go.
She had water there in a bucket which she gave him.
No water was near the estaminet, the nearest was at
about a kilometre's distance, whence she fetched it
each day. We gave her some francs for the water,
and some others in the name of the child in the per-
ambulator. She did not wish to take them. She pro-
tested. There was nothing in her face or voice of
hard luck. She seemed strangely refined for that
estaminet, her smile rode over her adversity, she was
a French woman, perfectly game in the true French
way.
Our misadventures in wrong roads might have dis-
couraged my asking any more directions from the
local-minded natives, had there been any other choice
save to go blindly on. The camion driver had sent us
off the broad plain way into a perfect nest of local
lanes which my map showed now by the light of the
smoky lamp. We were close to a little place called
Harbonnieres, in sight of it, really, had there been
anything now to see except the darkness. But
whether to go forward or back, and which turns to
take if we did either one or the other, who of us could
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sayt Least of all that chauffeur. To go blindly on
with him and a mended car did not appeal to me, and
so once more I inquired the way of a native.
**Go through the pays,*^ she said (the pays was
the little village of Harbonnieres) **and at the church
turn to the right, and go two kilometres, and turn
to the left on the grande route to Amiens." Today
I know that it is from the women, not the men, that
you will be directed right.
Thus we left her, and her estaminet, and her sleep-
ing baby, and her husband who had spent the day
with friends, while shie fetched the water from Har-
bonnieres.
There was no map any more. Its work was done.
We sat back in the car and heard its noise as we went
along. We could see nothing of the land, but when
objects came close we could make out their general
shapes. We went through the dark ruins of village
after village. Here and there some window would
dimly shine and pass. Along the road we met a two-
wheeled cart now and then, and sometimes some
soldiers. We did not know Villers-Bretonneux when
we came to it, or any other place, but we knew when
we had passed out of the slaughtered region. Once
more the signs of natural existence looked strange.
Soon after these began we entered Amiens, and at a
quarter past ten we got out at the Hdtel dn Bhin.
This day did not merely double the knowledge
which had begun at Compiegne yesterday ; it changed
what I knew from what had been like a plane into
something that was like a cube. In its depths were
the French and the British soul, shining like the
battlements of light against the powers of darkness.
Its surface was the stricken fields of France, fields
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of life five years ago, fields of the great silence now :
The fallen shapes of towns, the disembowelled soil,
the shells and the wire where the wheat had been, the
crosses everywhere to the horizon, the exiled French
groping for their cellars, the strange languages and
races swarming n^on the French earth, our jaunty
doughboys, the British Tommies, the German prison-
ers, and the Chinese coolies digging up the rotting
dead; amid this, the tranquil, unharmed cathedral
at Amiens, and far away across more distances of the
great silence, the battered cathedral at Reims, both
rising high above this wide, sad grave of men and
things.
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I had gone out of the beaten way to listen to a comic
opera, an old comic opera that had been yonng in the
days of my own youth. I had dined early and sought
the Trianon Lyrique in time for a good seat in the
second row, and for all the preliminaries. I like to
see the musicians file in one by one from the hole
under the stage, and take their places, and turn up
the lights over their desks, and spread out their
sheets of music, and put their respective instruments
to their chins or their lips or between their knees, and
get in tune and begin tootUng over little scraps of
what is coming, until the whole hive of fiddles and
flutes and curving tubes is buzzing. Well, they
hadn^t appeared when I sat down ; nor had the public.
A few early birds like myself, quiet French birds with
very quiet plumage, dotted the spaces. It was a
*^ family theatre,'^ the ouvreuse reminded me, where
innocence could come with its father and mother, and
sustain no harm. I gave the ouvreuse a whole franc
for teUing me this and showing me my seat and trying
to take charge of my overcoat. I felt suddenly re-
laxed and happy to have escaped from the present
into this sanctuary of the past, safe from the noises
of the restless hour, far from the discords of peace.
The Trianon Lyrique stood in a back-water, a little
bay of true Paris, untroubled by the chop-sea of sol-
diers, envoys, correspondents, negotiators, diplomats,
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experts, intriguers, prime ministers, philanthropists,
and flags and rags of all nations, which the hurri-
canes of negotiation had driven to toss and beat upon
the wider spaces of the city. Thus I sat waiting
placidly, and held a little conference, a true Peace
Conference, with myself and my memories. These
jostled and needed arranging.
Amiens and the Somme lay behind me, with the re-
mainder of my pilgrimage to desolation still ahead.
Between them was this Parisian parenthesis. At
dinner the last night at Amiens, an officer, a major
in the British service, had sat with us and told us
that he had seen women flying from village to village
with dead babies and household chattels huddled
under their arms ; and had seen a child whose hands
the Huns had compelled its own father to cut off.
I was glad to have the Paris parenthesis, to see the
shops, the streets, the living life, and to hear the
home voices of our soldiers. These were everywhere
in the streets and shops of Paris in April and May,
1919 ; Paris with a jungle of captured German guns,
thicMy lacing the Place de la Concorde, bordering
the wide way from it to the Arc de Triomphe ; Paris
with American cars and American soldier chauffeurs
clotting the space in front of the transfigured Hotel
de Crillon, waiting the pleasure of the envoys, ex-
perts, philanthropists, and secretaries who sat within
and seethed without ; and Paris, this chop-sea of spy-
ing, distrusting sharks swum hither from all waters,
afloat with the American soldier. You could look
nowhere and not see Him. He swarmed above the
ground on the tops of omnibuses, on the ground in
shops and along the Eue de Bivoli, and underground
in the trains of the Metro. The sharks swam in
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waters oongenial ; not be. I have heard a verse about
him:
Although he was on pleasure bent,
He had no frugal mind;
He did not care how much he spent,
He was not in his element,
And he was very innocent,
And very much too kind.
Whatever rioting be ma,de it was a drop in the
bucket of bis decency. Saint he never pretended to
be, though he was commendably nearer to it before
than after the loosening influence of the Armistice.
Yet no matter how he spent bis Paris nights, be was
a clean, irrelevant creature for Paris to entertain;
a spirit bow uncooked amid this spiced stew of the
jaded Old World ! Uprooted by a convulsion, not of
nature but of human nature, and flung into a soil and
climate where nothing like him grew, be stuck out
strangely from the general mess ; and his figure will
remain with me, buoyant, youthful, detached, the
most far-fetched apparition I have ever seen thrust
into a human picture.
He felt this. He knew it. Those of him who bad
come over too late to kill Huns, felt it doubly. Gen-
erally be hated the French, generally be wanted to
go home, and generally — ^whenever I rubbed shoul-
ders with him in streets or shops or trains long
enough for any conversation — ^I reasoned with him.
Two sentences from an enlisted man at Fort Ogle-
thorpe sum up what our army felt. He was a young
master-carpenter who bad left bis work, bis wife,
and two children.
**YouTl be anxious to get backf
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**Not till it^s over. Then home as qtiick as I can
get/'
That is why they went: to see it through, to kill
Huns, to stop the world crime; not for the sake of
any academic generalizations about democracy. Our
own danger had not dawned upon them.
I did not want our soldiers to go home hating the
French. Without the light that France has thrown
round the world, how dim the world would be I But
nothing of this would go far to placate the sore and
home-sick doughboy. It would be "highbrow stuff*'
to him. He had his reasons for hating the French,
and they were good ones, too. The flaws in the
French character were the very flaws to displease
him. The French set too little store by the mechan-
ical conveniences of life, such as plumbing and elec-
tric lights ; he set too much. He had too little respect
for thrift and tradition; the French had too much.
He could be gay and sociable, evening after evening,
exclusively in men 's company. The French astonish-
ment at this estranged him whenever he happened to
find it out. He continually washed and shaved him-
self clean ; he spent his money lavishly. These were
less frequent habits in the land whence he had helped
to expel the Huns. And now these French, after
flinging their arms round him while the Huns were
walking on to Paris, were asking him when he was
going home. He made his English plain, too plain
for print sometimes. As if he wanted to stay in their
damned, dirty, stingy country of robbers! These
small-change frogs called Americans **dollar-chas-
iers. '' Why the whole of Europe was chasing dollars
with its tongue hanging out of its mouth. Only,
when it caught one it held on. When an American
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* treated,'* they called him vulgar. Well, no frog
was guilty of that vulgarity, anyhow.
The doughboy needed no official voices, French or
English, to tell him what he had done. He might
be foolish and boast, or he might not ; but quite inde-
pendent of recognition from on high, or tinkling sym-
bols pinned on his chest, he knew in his heart that
in the darkest hour of 1918, he had tipped the scales
to victory ; that without his presence upon the fields
allotted to him, the British could not have made their
magnificent advance over the fields allotted to them ;
that without his presence in France, the Huns would
still be present in France. He knew all this because
our American mind, if raw, is clear and just. And
now they were anxious to get rid of him, which was
natural ; and letting him know it, which was not tres
gentih **Tray jontee*' was the phrase employed in
this connection by one ironic doughboy, who, being
obviously a charmer, had also made substantial con-
quests among the French idioms. ** Stinking'* was
the word given it by another doughboy, plainer
spoken.
**How many words of French do you knowf
This was my usual device for entering upon talk
with them.
^ * About six, * ' was their not unusual answer. They
would turn at my question, and look at me with an
American's grin for a brother American.
Sometimes in shops I computed, at their own re-
quest, the sum of their purchases, and the change
properly due. The doughboy who had said ** stink-
ing'' had walked out of a photograph shop with me
and opened his heart to me along under th« ajrcades
of the Rue de Rivoli. Concerning the French, he
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knew his mind in his American way, down to the
ground.
**Do you think, ^' he demanded, *4f they had come
over and saved New York and Bridgeport and New
Haven for us, we'd be showing them the door like
they're showing it to us f
**They saved New York and Bridgeport without
coming over,'' I answered.
**So they've told me more than once, since the
Armistice. I '11 call it a good guess. Maybe they did.
But they saved us in their own country, kind of un-
consciously. On the side, as it were. There's a dif-
ference, don't you think? About three thousand
miles' difference, according to the lowest figure I
can make it."
**You must make allowances " I began, rather
feebly ; for I saw his side of it full as well as he did.
** Allowances! I've allowed all the allowances my
mind will allow me to allow. Good night 1 If they
were sitting around in New Jersey and Connecticut
after an armistice fixed up at Hoboken, do you think
we'd be trying to push 'em into the Atlantic, or do
you think we'd be setting up the drinks I"
**We're different," I said. I was still feeble.
** Well, I guess we are different. And if it comes to
poUteness, give me the American brand yesterday,
today, and for ever. Too much dictionary about the
French article and not enough goods delivered. All
froth and no kick to it. Tray biang apray voo mais
wee certaynmong meel pardong meel remaircimong.
Oh, hell ! And say — ^if your house was afire, and you
pretty nearly aU in fighting it, aad your neighbor saw
it and came across the fields and jumped in and
helped put it out, you'd be likely to send him a bill
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for a pitcher he'd broken and some com he'd trod
down, wouldn't yout"
* * Come and eat Innch with me, ' ' I said. * * It 's one
o'clock."
He stood pondering. In the course of our talk we
had reached and gone some distance along the Rue
Boissy d'Anglas, in the direction of my hoteL
**I guess I can eat something now." As he came
out with this, he looked me in the eyes with a con-
fessing smile.
^^Too much joy last night f" I asked, smiling also.
**Yep."
**No breakfast yet!"
* * No. ' ' He gave an expressive shudder.
At the caf6 I chose (where he tried his best to pay
for something) I laid before him the French case. I
preached to him the good old doctrine of hear and
forbear. I was growing practiced; he listened. He
was another perfect instance of the American mind,
clear and just, once the facts are laid before it hon-
estly. I did not completely bring him round, but he
was going to reach conclusions after we had parted
which would be more lenient than those he held when
we met.
**A11 the same," he said, "once I get back to Dan-
bury — never againl'^ That was his final word.
Certain things I withheld from him as I did from
all of them: worse things that few of them knew.
These needed much hear and forhear — ^more than I
was up to at times myself. This weather-cock busi-
ness was not confined to the classes with whom the
soldiers mixed. There was a change of wind higher
up. The warm blasts which had greeted our entrance
into the war and our landing upon French soil had
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begun instantly to veer and chill after the Armistice.
We Americans were no longer Mayflowers and La-
f ayettes come back to our dear old home. Upon the
laurels which they had piled somewhat too thick
around our brows when first we stepped ashore, more
mud was being cast as each elapsing month pushed
Chateau-Thierry farther back into the safe past.
From certain quarters of authority the word had
gone forth to tone down our contribution to victory
now that the trick was done. A little adroit French
phrase had been picked out and passed round from
inner circles outward : we had given the Allies a coup
d^epaule. **Leg up'^ is the English for that. Papa
Joffre, who staunchly insisted that **leg up*' fell
somewhat short of describing our part at Ch&teau-
Thierry and Champagne and St. Mihiel and the Ar-
gonne, and two million men come three thousand
miles, and successful fighting that extended from
early summer to the 11th of November — ^Papa Joffre,
who stuck out for it that this represented something
more than a **leg up,*' had been officially ** canned, '*
as our doughboys would have put it. I reflected upon
this, and upon the fact that the French, with the same
breath that they called us a **leg up,'' were anxious
that we should bind ourselves to come over and boost
them again, if ever the Germans again started up.
I had discerned in some persons a subtle disap-
pointment at our proving ourselves not too proud to
fight; it compelled them to seek something else to
fling. I had noticed that certain English jeers at our
neutrality had shifted to jealousy of our participa-
tion ; a cold glaze had filled certain English eyes at
the barest reference to our battles. To a friend of
mine one English lady had complained that just as
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the Allies were on the threshold of winning we had
come over and robbed them of the full glory of
victory. Were such undercurrents to direct the great
stream of History t Or would the brag upon our part
die away beside the vast fight and suffering of France
and England, and their sneers vanish in the realiza-
tion that in joining them we had wrenched ourselves
from one of the deepest-rooted articles of our faith,
and asked nothing f
Meanwhile, these countries were teaching full as
much of forbearance to me as they could learn from
mine. At moments it came hard, but I held to it, even
when I heard that we had come to make the world
safe for hypocrisy; reaction inevitable and petulant
must be met philosophically. Only, not all of our
doughboys were philosophers ; my next effort at per-
suasion was not crowned with visible success.
It began in the Metro. A crowd filled the car, and
I was glad to feel pretty sure that the remarks which
some of my fellow-countrymen were making fell upon
ears that did not understand them. The noise of the
train in the tunnel led me to move nearer to hear the
whole instead of parts of what was being said, as the
chief word which reached me was, as usual, **frogs.'^
But as I made my way, over my shoulder came the
muttered phrase, **ces sales Americains.'' Some
Frenchman was present who did at any rate under-
stand what frogs meant and he was returning the
compliment; and not much league of nations was
occurring here.
It was four doughboys comparing recent Parisian
experiences together quite placidly, and planning ex-
periences to come. They were not complaining, as I
had supposed at first; indeed, their adventures had
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been wholly to their satisfaction, and to these they
referred with a frankness based upon the assumption
that nobody else knew English.
"Made me think of one night in Tncson,*' said one.
"Naw, they're not the same/' said another.
** Mexican girls can really love yon.'*
**0h, say, boys,'' said a third, **he's learned what
true love is I" And they all langhed joyonsly.
**Say, we got to change at Concorde!" exclaimed
the second, with sudden alarm.
** Well, tell us something we don't know," said Tuc-
son. **More about true love."
**Well, we don't want to pass Concorde."
**I11 not let you," said I. "I'm changing there
myself."
In Paris it seemed iovariably to startle them
slightly when anybody who wasn't a doughboy wasn't
French.
"Is the hotel St. Xavier still the best in Tucson?"
I inquired.
They began to grin, especially a tall one, and one
with black hair. Tucson was short and slim, with a
merry eye.
"I expect," I pursued, "that the right man could
find true love in Deming, Lordsburg, Benson, Mari-
copa, Phoenix and Tempe, even Yuma, just as well
as in Tucson."
My "even Yuma," was an enormous success; they
drove their elbows into each other, although two of
them had blushed deeply at being overheard. By the
time we were getting out at Concorde, blushes had
been recovered from, they had learned that I had
ridden over Arizona and New Mexico before they
were bom, and I had learned that the hotel St. Xavier
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was no longer the best in Tucson. When I asked
young Tucson if the big wild cat I had seen in Mari-
copa in 1910 was still there, he began, I think, to feel
as if I must be something in the way of a long-lost
uncle ; he had seen that cat when he was a boy.
**Mr. Williams owned it," said he. **Acrosst over
the track. We lived on Salt River then. Excuse me,
sir, but I ^d never take you for an American. ' '
**I^11 try to excuse you. I should always know
you were one. Let me congratulate you on your
division's athletic fame.''
**We fought some too, sir."
* * Oh, all good Americans are proud of that. Where
are you getting out!"
**Marb(Bf. Gosh, I wish I could get out of this
country. ' '
**Marbcef 's mine." It was not, I had been getting
out at Alma, but his exclamation had put the mis-
sionary spirit in me. Time happened to be nothing,
and we had begun well.
^*Why call them frogs t" I asked.
**Do you like themf " This was Black Hair, after
we had come up from below and were walking along.
* * I like them very much. ' '
They were silent.
**I guess we don't, sir," said Tucson, after a few
steps by my side.
^*I can give very good reasons for liking them,"
said I.
One of the two in front of us turned aroimd.
**We have very good reasons for not," said he.
This was Tall One.
Somehow it was slightly portentous. They all
stopped and faced me, and there stood the five of us
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in an argument on the wide walk of the Champs Ely-
sees. They appealed, they confided, as to a "friend,
but every face had grown hard as a flint ; they took up
their tale in cold anger and grew hot over it at the
end.
**You know the St. Mihiel country?^' This was
Black Hair.
**Not yet.''
**Well, that's where our big kick comes in."
* * You know we were there last September ! ' ' This
was Tall One.
*^0h, yes."
**Well, that's where we didn't pay for the privi-
lege," said Tall One.
** Privilege of fighting for France," said Black
Hair.
^ * We '11 fight for Germany next time. We know the
Germans now. They're the folks to treat a man
well."
*^Very well," amplified Tucson. ^^Very, very
well. And they're clean. Why, look here. About St.
Mihiel. We had orders to dig in at a place there.
Second day."
** Never mind the day. We were just starting to
dig in."
**Lots of companies were advancing," continued
Tucson, **the shells were coming our way right
then."
* * German shells, you understand. Coming heavy, ' '
said Black Hair.
**When up runs the farmer," said Tucson, **and
says to our captain we can't go on till we've paid
for his land. Then some argument, and then some
excitement, but our captain talks quiet."
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**Our captain he's a gentleman/' This was the
fourth, who had been a solemn listener xmtil now.
**Yes. A gentleman,'' affirmed Tall One. "When
yon meet a commissioned officer you don't always
meet a gentleman."
* * Even so I " said Fourth One, still solemn.
**"Well, and so the farmer got more excited and the
captain got more quiet, and away goes the farmer
and back he comes with a French officer. * You must
pay, ' says the officer. We all heard him. ' '
* * Even so ! " said the fourth. * ^ Yea, yea. ' '
**Shut up, Elmer, for God's sake."
"The gentleman don't mind. He's been a sport.
Yea, yea. ' ' And Fourth One suddenly gave a youp
that must have come from the cattle range. I now
perceived that either his last night was not finished
or his next was already begun.
"Consider yourselves, consider my grey hairs,
consider the Champs Elysees," I begged him.
For a moment their eyes grew merry, and then
hardened, and Tall One took it up.
* * The Frenchman told the captain we must pay the
farmer for spoiling his land. The sheUs were coming
livelier all the time, so the captain told us to keep
digging and I guess he told the French captain it
was his busy day. Anyhow Froggy said ^biang,
biang, ' and he pulled out a paper. ' '
"He pulls out a paper," said Fourth One.
"Wrote on it and handed it to the captain," said
Black Hair. "Wanted the captain to sign that we'd
pay for the land afterwards."
"How about that, sir?" said Tucson.
"But the captain," said Tall One, "handed that
paper back to the French officer. ' '
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* ^ He handed it back. Yea, yea ! ' '
*^And he told him,*' Tall One continned, taking no
notice, **that he had no orders to sign anything; he
was here to pnsh Hnns off the land, not to pay for it.
*If yon give me any tronble,' he said ^'
* * Frog had threatened to bring his men over. They
were digging in themselves, '' said Black Hair.
**The captain told him to bring his men over and
they^d get more good manners shot into them in a
fraction of a second than they might otherwise ac-
quire in a lifetime, '' said Tncson. They iSnished
their tale in short tnms, almost talMng at once.
*^The French oflScer said ''
**We didn't get it all, but he and his men were
going to come over ''
"To make us pay or quit digging."
**He and the farmer went away over to where the
French were digging, but they never came back. ' '
**Come back yourself, sir, to God's country. Now
that the Armistice is signed these French will be glad
to tell you good-bye. ' '
Tucson said that, and now I took my turn.
"That French officer,'' I began, "had paid that
farmer for the injury to the land his own soldiers
were doing."
Their eyes never left my face. This was a good
sign, but a bad one went with it. They never once
asked me a question. I must have talked three or
four minutes steadily to them as we stood in the
Champs Elysees, explaining to them the predicament
of the French peasants and the method of meeting
it which I understood that the French Government
had been forced to adopt, and then I came to an end
with dead silence for an answer.
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'* Better go back to God^s country, sir/' repeated
Tucson, smiling.
**Even so,'* said Fourth One.
We parted, amicably disagreeing. No arguments,
only time and reflection, and perhaps not even these,
would change their minds.
Waiting in the Trianon Lyrique with my overcoat
on — ^heavens, how cold that theatre was ! — ^I thought
over these talks with our doughboys and took out my
notes of them. Should I cut them out at homef
Should I cut out the coup d^epaule and everything
else disagreeable t If I did, would home believe the
agreeable things I should tellt With the cause of
France hung our own, and our future welfare, and
our enlightened participation in the welfare of the
world.
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The drop-curtain and decorations of the Trianon
Lyrique well befitted a * * family theatre ' ' ; innocence
with its father and mother could gaze at these also
without injury. I blessed them. They ministered
to my Peace Conference, perhaps they caused it:
Aurora in her chariot, golden rays her background,
winged boys her companions, festooning garlands at
either hand, the head of Pegasus below, like a trophy
of the chase, and that drop-curtain — really a dividing
curtain— quiet with colors like a faded oriental rug
that had been used and walked on and not cleaned
lately. I blessed it as I would a rest-cure, my reason-
ing rose serene out of the chop-sea in which I, too,
had been tossing. The French audience gathered,
French undisguised, not on exhibition for the benefit
of Americans any more than the opera, quiet domes-
tic parties, out for an evening's highly economical
entertainment. I was enjoying the sight of them
when the seat next mine was filled by a spectator
more exotic in that dingy atmosphere than even my-
self. A woman, a lady — she made me an exactly
right bow for disturbing me ; a lady plainly by her
expression, by her lines, by the way she sat, and by
her perfectly admirable and perfectly quiet clothes.
We began at once to study each other in that imper-
ceptible way which is invariably perceived by both
parties. She was handsome. AU of forty-five (you
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will be disappointed), probably nearer fifty. She had
style and missed elegance. Obviously forcible.
Somebody. A look of giving orders and having it
done. Too mnch so. Had probably been in war-
work. Yes, probably the head of something she sup-
ported with a large bank accoimt. I would bet she
had secretaries. Oh, yes; one of the chop-sea phil-
anthropists with a mission. Philanthropists are un-
mistakable even when they are ladies. I had seen her
type down-stairs and up at the Hotel de Crillon but
nothing equal to her. American. New Yorkt I felt
so. Why did she make me angry f The fiddlers were
coming out of the hole now. And here she was, by
herself. Of course she was American. And if any
man presumed and spoke to her — ^why he'd get itl
In my mind was no such presumption. Silence was
what I had come here for, and isolation.
**We might as well chat,'' she said to me, in Eng-
lish. ** Don't you think so?" Deep, assured, entirely
civilized voice. Eyebrows too heavy.
• * * I '11 say anything you like, ' ' I responded amiably.
^* You '11 say nothing I don't."
**I was sure that you appreciated me," I mur-
mured.
She turned this over before she was quite satisfied
with it; then she inquired, *^Have you been here
long!"
I took out my watch. ** Sixteen minutes, I think."
**You know perfectly well that I mean, have you
been in Paris long!"
** Perfectly well. My coming is quite recent."
From the gentleness of my voice any old friend would
have known that I was going to be detestable.
**I wonder if I know your name?" she said next.
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** Quite unlikely. I'm not from New York/'
This she also turned over. **I can't seem to place
you."
"Ah, don't try!"
"I came here to get away from — ^well, from all that
you are probably mistaking for the true France," she
now explained to me.
**So did II" I exclaimed. "Well, that is spoiled
for both of us. We must just console each other. ' '
"I am apt to hear of people," she stated, con-
sidering me. * * You 're certainly not Red Cross. You
can 't be in the Reconstruction f Or NeuiUy t I know
them all there. You're surely not a member of Con-
gress? One can tell them as far as one can see
them."
* * Really and truly I 'm not a spy. Give me up I "
"Well, it makes no difference. I hope you have
realized that Paris is by no means France!"
Of course I had. I had realized that about forty
years ago. Why couldn't she perceive that I knew
something about France myseU? How had I found
my way here, far from the areas of Paris got up for.
strangers, and the spangled shows sung and danced
for Americans? Her importance blocked her obser-
vation. She took herself for granted too much, and
me too little. You will not think highly of me. I
fell apart, and my lower nature spoke for me, sep-
arately. If I was to have no isolation she should
have no satisfaction.
"Do tell me about that," I said.
"You see," she forcibly expounded, "Paris,
through being a great centre, draws and develops all
the worst elements. ' '
"Oh, I see. Like New York."
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**And Americans live here for months perfectly
ignorant of the trne France. I hope you intend to
visit the devastated regions before yon go homef
'' Should I find true France there?''
**It's everywhere, of course, in a way. But in
provincial France — ^where the devastated regions are,
you understand — ^you get straight at it, while here
you have to sift it out, and that takes familiarity with
the language. ' '
**I'll certainly go, if I can.''
^*It requires authorization, of course." She
stopped and considered me again. ^ ^ One obtains that
in various ways. American ignorance of Europe is
simply appalling."
^^ Worse than theirs of usi" I inquired.
** There is much less of us to know. Our impor-
tance is great, but it's simple. Knowing Europe
would be of incalculable advantage to us. Europe is
very complicated. Each nation has things it does
better than we do them, and we're so ignorant we
don't know it. And then, life here! Why life here
compared to American life is like a wedding-cake
compared to dry toast. ' '
That last was rather good. Why did I know that
she had tried it on others before she bestowed it on
mef
**The doctors pronounce too much wedding-cake
indigestible, ' ' I said.
She looked at me suddenly. ^*I wonder if you're
writing for The Saturday Evening Postf^^
**How are you ever going to instruct me if you
keep on guessing so hard f ' '
But she now said, **Ssh. People may want to
listen." And she settled herself.
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I was very glad to listen to the slender, sprightly
overture, in which each tune was an old friend,
**That is the true France," she informed me when
it was over. ^*Bnt only the surface. Americans
suppose it is the whole. Do you know what the war
has cost France r'
She couldn't tell me then, because the curtain had
divided and they were singing the opening chorus.
But she would tell me between the acts. She was
only half listening to the opera. She was busy over
me. Whatever her mission was, I had become a part
of it while she had the chance. I realized that she
was a mine of explosive information, that her zealous
days were spent in some large, good work, that she
hooked everybody, every likely person, every passing
listener of the slightest promise. Thus she scattered
the seed of her cause. It so filled her that no place
was unpropitious, no time untimely, each new contact
caused her statistics to burst out of her. Would she
bring herself in? I wondered. The act went on.
The little bride was torn from the little bridegroom
directly after their wedding ceremony, and hurried
away to a convent, while he was forced to continue
his education with his two tutors. All in the costume
of a bygone Watteau age, to graceful bygone melodies
and rhythms.
* * Paris cherishes these little gems, ' ' she informed
me as the curtain closed. ^ * They are extinct with us,
because the audience that used to understand them is
extinct. They demand on the part of their hearers
the rudiments of both education and civilization.
They would be Greek to Hebrew Broadway. Not
even Big Bertha stopped the theatres. The actors
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showed that they were as true sons of France as the
She was going to hammer me with facts like a pile-
driver ; that I saw in a flash. It would go on through
the whole intermission; and intermissions in Paris
are long. When they have bought seats for the
theatre, the economic French put out the lamps and
the fire at home, and feel entitled to lodging at the
play until near midnight. That was another good
sentence about Greek to Hebrew Broadway.
**I have read about the brave patriotism of the
French actors, ' ' I said.
You could seldom tell whether she was listening to
you or not. Whatever she had been in her youth, she
now belonged to that class of important people who
hear nothing you say except what happens to strike
the keynote of their own preoccupation.
*^ Everything is needed here,'* she now declared.
** Everywhere you turn, need is what you see.*'
I sat tight. It was coming. She had got it ready
like concentrated essence of beef, or a hypodermic
charge of serum.
^ ^ The French children have been five years without
school. We must get the school teachers back to
them. Only think what a loss of five school years
would mean to the generation of American voters
that is growing up. ' '
**It would be a loss you couldn't see with the naked
eye,'* I said. *^You have not been following Ameri-
can education as closely as French. '^
I know she didn't listen to that.
^* France has lost one entire fifth of her taxes.
Twenty per cent, of her taxes were paid by the
devastated regions/'
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** Yes, I have read about that, too. Lens, Lille, the
coal, the manufacturing section. Yes, I have read
that.''
** Books without travel are bricks without straw,''
she said.
That was an awfully good one ! I doubt if it was
her own. She probably collected lines like this and
salted her public speeches with them. I had now
become sure that she addressed audiences. I hoped
the audiences were not wounded soldiers in bed.
**The whole region north of the Aisne was scien-
tifically destroyed, ' ' she continued. ^ * Before the war
France normally spent two billions a year on con-
struction. Twenty billions are needed now to put her
buildings back where they were. And who is to do
this f Of French males between the ages of 18 and
34, 57 per cent, are dead. They can barely cope with
the dehlayage. The farmers that survive are willing
to live in holes to carry on, but what are they to do
without agricultural machinery!"
She paused. I sat battered and dumb. Had I
known the answer I could not have given it. But she
did not want it. Her pause was for rhetoric, not for
information or for breath. Her breath never failed.
It was like an endless chain of prayer.
**What is necessary to a nation!" she now de-
manded directly of me.
**Why — ^I should say " but my mind stopped.
**What, I mean to say, does any nation have to
have, or lapse into barbarism!"
I wondered if I could last through this intermission
without turning upon her. I decided that I could
certainly not bear the next. Perhaps I was being
punished for the activity of my lower nature at the
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outset of my talk. But of this I am by no means
certain. I believe that she was one of those who are
so driven by the steam of the facts they have amassed,
that they plow ahead, telling you what they know,
wholly indifferent to whether you know it or not
^*Is not a nation like an individual! If you and I
to retain our position among civilized people, not only
require a roof over our heads, clothes on our backs,
food in our stomachs, but must also have health and
strength and education and money to support art,
literature, science, and to pay our way in an increas-
ingly expensive and competitive world— is it not plain
what France needs ? Do you know that tuberculosis
is unfitting men and women to be parents, and is
waiting for the new born! The percentage of tuber-
culosis in France ''
My mind ceased to retain any more. In the whirl
of statistics which continued, I sat like a man over-
taken upon a mountain by thick snow, until the open-
ing of the curtain came to my relief. Truly, if you are
in a mood to be let alone, keep well away from persons
with a mission, women especially. The music Was
not able to distract me. I prepared some remarks
for her benefit, and rehearsed them all through the
act.
* * With everything that you have said, ' ' I was going
to tell her, ^*I perfectly agree. Most of it I knew
already. I am seeing France exactly as you advised.
Tomorrow I go to Chateau-Thierry and Reims, later
to Verdun, under the kind and courteous auspices of
our officers at 37, Rue de Bassano. So far, I have
been under the equally kind auspices of the Brit-
ish, at 30, Avenue Marceau. At 5, Rue Francois
Premier, the courteous French officers were ready to
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place their services at my disposal and take me to all
places in their jurisdiction. I have been urged to
accept a week in Germany, beginning at Coblenz ; and
General Pershing of his own accord has personally
bidden me to ask him for anything that he can cause
to be done for me, and it shall be done. ' '
But I said none of it. It would have come from
my lower nature, although it would have all been true.
After all, the formidable lady who had loaded me so
heavily with advice and instruction was not thinking
of herself, but of her cause. I had wondered if she
would bring herself in, would dilate upon her own
exploits in benevolence ; but she never did. And her
facts and figures were all too true. But I could not,
I really could not, trust my lower nature through
another intermission.
* * I am going to bid you good-night, ' ' I said, as the
curtain closed again.
It was a blow, I could see that. * * Oh, stay it out I ' '
she said. *^We can talk some more.^'
** Awfully sorry. It has been ever so interesting
and helpful. I have an early start tomorrow — ^and
the third act isn't much.*'
**You leave Paris tomorrow!" She thought
rapidly and produced this final, compact parcel of
tuition :
^ * You must make allowances for Paris. If you find
the hotels and the taxi-drivers and the police officials
when you go for your card of identification, rude,
remember the four years they have been through.
Think how it must exasperate their nerves to be
unable to settle down now, to be still overwhelmed
with strangers like this. Do make allowances.*'
**IVe been doing nothing else!" I returned,
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levelling each word straight at her. **And I have
been beseeching onr soldiers to do nothing else.
French manners have always been better outside
Paris, as American manners are outside New York.
And now the hotels and taxis and police officials here
are simply beyond belief — democracy at its dregs/'
Directly I spoke of onr soldiers, she fixed me with
concentrated scrutiny, every word that had followed
missing her entirely.
**I know!'' she cried. ^* You 're on some vice
mission."
* * We 're finding it up-hill work, ' ' retorted my lower
self. ^ ^ Young Frenchmen hold chastity a provincial-
ism they've got beyond, young Americans hold it a
virtue they haven 't reached. Que voulez-vous t ' '
She probably took in but little of that, such was her
satisfaction in having finally placed me; and with
that I had risen from my seat and was gone. Once
again a few days later I came face to face with her as
we went up together in the elevator at the Hotel de
Crillon, but she did not know me from Adam. It was
a great relief.
IX
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Not yet were my conversations over for this day.
I emerged from the Trianon Lyrique upon pools of
water spread in so many places that my short walk to
the Metro station was materially lengthened through
avoiding them. The floods of rain which had evi-
dently been pouring down while I was being given
French lessons, had left the air bleaker and damper
even than when I had entered the theatre. In the
almost empty train I smiled at myself for so resent-
ing the French lessons. But it is only superior
persons who don't mind being told what they ought
to know, and very superior persons indeed who don't
mind being told what they know already. The right-
minded reader will say that I should be ashamed of
my conduct to this instructive female. So I should
— and am not. The lady had really added to my
knowledge ; be that said for her. She had given me
figures and sununaries that I had not known before,
which I later found to be accurate, and which made a
solid frame, so to speak, for the picture of devasta-
tion upon which I had been gazing during my pilgrim-
age. Albert, Bapaume, Peronne, which I had seen,
and the withered soil, and all the rest, were the
visible, physical destruction that spelt the twenty per
cent, destruction of taxes. The lady was another
figure in the iridescent horde that ran and twinkled
over the surface of Paris ; a winged ant, busied upon
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errands of good; and with all her too-bristling
energy, she fitted in well with what I had said to the
gloomy, beclouded boy at the cathedral of Amiens,
From the Metro I ascended to the surface of the
earth at the Place du Havre. It was between times :
the small French cafes and the shops were long
closed, the theatres not yet ont, and the St. Lazare
station had mostly ceased to suck in or to disgorge
travellers. In this lull of the hurrying ants, taxis and
omnibuses were few, and wide wet expanses of as-
phalt visible ; and there, on one of those islands that
make a refuge for street crossers during the crowded
hours, stood a tall American soldier. My plans had
been for a little diary and a great deal of bed, but I
changed them, and walked over to the island.
**Can you guess my nationality in this light! '^
said I.
His teeth were visible during the smile that began
his answer.
** There are parts of Paris that are livelier than
this,'' I continued.
^*I'm from Kansas, but IVe found that out,'' he
returned. * * Oh, yes ; there 's a heap doing here when
a fellow feels like doing it."
*^ Don't you ever feel like that?"
**0h, yes, sometimes. I've been around this city
some. It's worth seeing, day and night."
**It certainly is," I agreed.
* ^ I guess this isn 't your first visit, ' ' said he.
^*I came here when I was twelve and I've been
lucky enough to come again, more than once. I lived
here once for more than a year. Of course I trav-
elled, too, during that time."
*^Been in other parts of Europe, toof " he asked.
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** Several, But I'm American, you know, first,
last, and all the time. "
He was thoughtful for a moment. * ^ Travel would
make me more American all the time. ' '
^^Then you're as anxious to get home as all the
others are f
^*0h, m be glad to get home. But there's some
been over here longer than I have, and it's only fair
their turn should come first."
He shifted forth and back slowly from one foot to
another, his head two or three inches taller than mine.
**If I am keeping you " I said.
**0h, no, I'm on duty here for a while yet."
He was of the American Military Police, and he
stood here during certain of the night hours for the
benefit of such American soldiers as ndght need
either direction or discipline. Here was Kansas
upon an island in the Place du Havre, policing New
Jersey and Michigan and California and all the rest
of us ! Never throughout this whole journey did my
mind adjust itself to this stirring of America into the
sour broth of Europe.
"I often wonder how my own town would rub its
eyes if it saw a French soldier policing French
soldiers in the middle of the street. ' '
**Well," he answered judicially, *^I know my town
would quit after the first rub or two, and start jacking
up the prices, same as the French have. You from
New York!"
**0h, no. New York never rubs its eyes at any-
thing. I 'm from Philadelphia. ' '
* * H 'm. Newton is my town. Newton, Kansas. ' '
Nothing could be plainer in the tone of this an-
nouncement than his quiet and permanent satisfao-
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tion with Newton, Kansas. If the staple product of
that town was Americans like this, I hoped that its
population would double each year. In his observ-
ant, poised self-reliance, he justified our whole
theory. And all of six-foot-one.
*^So you think jacking up the prices is not a
monopoly of the French T* I asked.
**It*s human nature,'' he stated. Patience and
toleration pervaded his voice.
*^ Where we were lately ''
He was interrupted. A night-faring doughboy had
come up, and asked him some question. He walked a
few steps with the inquirer to the other side of the
island, and there evidently gave him some detailed
directions, pointing once or twice with a slow and
most graceful gesture. But this had not diverted his
thoughts.
** Where we were lately,'' he resumed — "have
you ever tasted French champagne made for our
express benefit f ' '
**I don't think so. Not over here in France, any-
how. ' '
**Well, don't you do it." He gave me this piece
of advice after a hair's breadth of hesitation and a
puzzled glance, for which I could not account. **I
haven't had a very wide experience in champagne
myself, ' ' he continued. * * But you knew this was put
np for 'Americans just after your first swaJlow of it
No, I'm wrong: just before." Again I caught the
gleam of his teeth as he smiled before he proceeded.
**They had the two flags crossed on the label. Ours
and theirs, you understand, most affectionate. Some
Portuguese were there, too. Well, when a Portuguese
called for a bottle, they charged him seven francs.
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Americans were charged thirty-five. The captain
closed np the shop when he found that out. Down
came the price to the Portuguese level.*'
**The French are different from us," I said.
* * Different ! Yes, we all have found that out. The
captain was going to drain a cesspool and put it in
some other place more sanitary. The French farmer
was very hot at the captain and claimed ten thousand
francs damages for his manure pile. The French are
certainly different, and they think we are certainly
different, and I think that the less we see of each
other the better we 're liable to like each other. The
Lafayette affair was a good while ago, and I'm not as
grateful to him as I was before I met his posterity."
* * But you certainly think the two nations should be
friends ! " I exclaimed in a pressing manner. ^ ^ They
don't expect you to pay the first price they ask.
They're used to bargaining. It's part of the game
with them. ' '
**We play poker in Kansas, but we're not used to
playing it for a hen's egg with old ladies in caps.
Oh, I know! We slapped our money down first go
and it was bigger money than they'd ever seen, and
they hadn't been seeing much anyhow for four years.
We all go down when temptation's strong enough,
and I don 't hold that against them. ' '
*'Why hold anything against themt"
He reflected. **I don't know as I do. Not more'n
I hold against everybody — ^including myself!" He
gave a joyous chuckle at this.
A couple of American soldiers passed near with a
couple of girls. The girls were keeping very close
indeed to the soldiers. The young men did not have
the look of being entirely captivated by the com-
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panions whom they had secured— or who had secured
them. My Kansas friend followed them for a
moment with his eye, which then once more rested,
oddly interrogative, npon me.
^^Let me tell yon,'^ I said, ** something you may not
have thought of — ^though yon have thought of more
things than any enlisted man I Ve yet talked to— and
IVe done quite a little preaching to them in this
city.^'
A change, as of resignation, passed over his figure ;
it seemed to settle.
*^Well, preaching can be good,'' he said. **ni
stay. ' '
** Here's my sermon to you. IVe given it to a lot
of others — ^and they've listened. For hundreds of
years these French have had to be fighting their
neighbors and paying taxes to meet it. We've had
no neighbors to fight. We've only had five wars
before this, and free farms for everybody, genera-
tion after generation. No such thing in France.
They've had to look close at their pennies, while
we 've been throwing gold pieces to western bar-tend-
ers for a drink — and never missing it. But that's
not all. The fathers of these same French who are
overcharging you saw the Prussians overrun their
homes, and rout their armies, and capture their
emperor, and make them pay the bill. It was a big
bill. Your father never knew the experience of
having to dive down into his jeans to help pay an
indemnity to a foreign conqueror. That was less
than fifty years ago. The old ladies in caps you
mention were young wives then, and they saw their
men go to the front, and didn 't always see them come
back. And they had to save and save their coppers
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and their poor little pieces of silver to meet that huge
bill of Germany ^s. That's what they were doing
while we were spreading westward to free farms at
our ease. If our fathers had known the bitter experi-
ence of these French, don't you think it likely they
would have taught their children to close their hands
over coin rather than to open them, and don't you
think the children would be interested in charging as
high for an egg as anybody was fool enough to be
willing to pay!"
He had watched me very steadily while I spoke,
and, as seemed his custom, waited before answering.
**You have pointed out another way to look at it.
History is something I don't know much about. I
don't know, if I had known, that I'd have put their
history alongside of ours and drawn conclusions that
way. Yes, sir, I shouldn't wonder if that was so."
He indulged himself with a moment of rumination.
* * I 'U mention that. I have talked to some of the boys k
who are sore at the prices. ' '
**In 1780 the French were sore at ours," said L
**You spoke about Lafayette just now!"
**Well, I learned about him at school. Couldn't tell
you the story of his life, though."
^^ Neither could I. There were several well-known
Frenchmen came over to help us. Bochambeau, and a
young fellow named de Fersen. He wrote home about
us, and he said — ^well, it will sound quite familiar
to you. He said almost exactly these words : * They
fleece us pitilessly, the price of everything is exorbit-
ant.' Ajid then he went on to say that in our
dealings with the French we treated them more like
enemies than friends. That our cupidity was un-
equalled ; money was our god. There was more that
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he said. He had met some very fine people, quite a
nmnber of them, but he thought the people in general
were a set of robbers. Now, you see, this young
Frenchman had come over to help Washington win
the war.*'
**Do you mind saying those first words over
again t'* said Kansas.
* ^ About fleecing us f
**Yes.''
^ * * They fleece us pitilessly, the price of everything
is exorbitant.' ''
** Thank you, I'll tell that to the boys. It sounds
natural. ' '
His duty had caused him to turn and inspect the
Place du Havre, lest his services or his authority
should be needed. More people were beginning to
pass and cross, a more crowded hour had just set in.
He found nothing, however, to divert his attention.
He turned back to me and took it up.
^^But I don't need any points for myself. Before
I came over here I was a year on the Mexican border.
The El Paso barbers didn't sit down on any prices
for us soldiers. Nobody did, barber or grocer or
tobacco shop or anybody. Let a soldier walk in any
place and the prices went up like — ^like putting your
thermometer out in that Rio Grande sun. Well, if
my own people do that to me, my own people," he
repeated with emphasis, **what call have I to blame
these French? Blame them for that, I mean. For
I do say that no American that I ever saw to know
would charge his rescuers rent for the trenches they
rescued him in. ' '
*'They charged themselves," I said.
^*I don't call that an answer," he retorted.
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^^Land holdings here are often so small that a
trench cuts a big slice of what was available for crops.
The farmer had to raise food for France. Prance
paid him damages to help him carry on."
**And we got shot to help France carry on.''
**I don't say it wasn't clumsy."
** Clumsy!" he chuckled. *^I've another word
for it."
^^ Listen I German propaganda twisted another fact
so as to hurt France with us. The heavy timber
and iron field revetments and all the tools and
material to build them cost money. It's like fixtures
in a house. Any regiment moving into a trench that
another regiment was vacating signed rough inven-
tories of trench stores they were taking over. No
money passed between English regiments, it was
more for discipline, but money did pass between us
and the French. That was made to look like rent by
German propaganda. ' '
**A11 right. Any morel"
Yes. Wait for all the facts before you jump.
English regiments have drunk from French wells.
The next regiments Ihat marched by found the pump
handles wrenched off and had to pay for water. It
didn't look well to thirsty men. But French wells
are often shallow. They would have been drained
dry, and it was all the water the peasants had."
**Say, brother, you know these Frendi more than
I have had a chance to. What do you make of
them!"
**Look at this splendid city of theirs," I replied.
**Look at the fight they put up."
**Yes, that's all so. Yes. But say, take the way
they lie. Why, they don't lie on the American plan
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at alL We don 't lie jnst to be pleasant. Gbt to have
a stronger reason. And morals. Why, decent girls
are not allowed to go for a walk with a young man.
Why, boys come back from the leave areas and tell
me that French parents were astonished that their
daughters could be trusted alone with us."
** Europe is different," I said. *^But we might
learn a lot of good things from the French."
* * Well, give me America. I Ve heard what you say
several times. A man stood here the other night,
and told me what a splendid thing it was going to be
for America to be Med with young men bringing
home such a heap of knowledge they never could have
got at home. Well, America will not be filled.
Those who have seen the leave areas are going to
think France is a better country than those who never
saw any of it but the war regions. Of course that's
so. But you have got to be educated before you can
get education — ^the foreign kind that he meant.
About the only education that most of the boys will
take home is more varieties of
He stopped himself short, and for the third time I
was aware of his interrogative glance at me. I had
known what he was about to say well enough. He
had decided, for some reason that his glance repre-
sented but did not disclose, not to say it. I decided
to say it. While I was meditating just how, for I
wished to be neither Pharisaical on the one hand
nor coarse on the other, meditation was spared me
and a spontaneous way provided. Paris was coming
alive again for its midnight existence. The theatres
were out, late suburban trains were ready in St.
Lazare, the Metro exits were spouting passengers
into the Place du Havre. The number of our dough-
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boys on pleasure bent increased, they were passing by
in conples and fonrs, the bloom of the New World
still rich and unworn upon their young faces, and
about their buoyant figures — ^and hanging upon their
arms with practised clutch, the Old World in a skirt.
No bloom left there, without or within. Female, but
feminine no longer. The tragic moulting of a
wounded bird of prey.
**See them I" I murmured aloud, after one couple
that had crossed close on the island and gone upon
their way.
**WhaVs that?^^ inquired the member of the
military police.
* * Did you notice him t ' ^ I asked. * * Did you notice
hert'^
**Oh,yes.'^
**I would have no sermon for him,'* I continued.
**None for any of them. They're human. And
away from home. But I'd like to say, * Won't you
stop a minute t Won't you just stop and look at her
for one minutet' "
**They couldn't see them," returned the soldier —
**not before morning. I've been blind myself at this
time of night." He looked me up and down with a
new eye, and it was in a new voice that he said:
**Why, I figured you were one of those social-evil
guys taking longer than usual to reach your point."
**I knew you were long-suffering," I returned;
but I didn 't know how long. ' '
* * Oh, they mean well, they mean well. Better than
they get treated. But you know history — ^natural
history, too."
I took out my watch. **I intended to be in bed an
hour ago," I said.
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He held out his hand. **Come round again when
I'm here.'*
Yes, decidedly I wished great increase to the popu-
lation of Newton, Kansas, were he of its daily breed.
If the plain people were everywhere such as he, faith
in them would be more than justified. Like the
blond Tommy at Albert, he had also his philosophy,
attained and steady: less highly wrought than the
Tommy's, because E^sas is less highly wrought
than London. But it would serve. France did not
appeal to him. He had been made in America.
That set limits to his grasp of Europe. These
both barred his benefiting and shielded his suf-
fering from the complexities of the ancient Latin
race. He would have use neither for their exquisite
mental subtlety, nor their exquisite moral duplicity.
I hoped that he might go home as soon as was fair
to our Allies ; I hoped that all our doughboys might.
He was shrewdly correct in his judgment that most of
them would extend the area of their permanent
knowledge by but little except chromatic sensuality.
In the seething, iridescent ant-hill that Paris was in
the spring of 1919, they were truly out of the picture,
and home was the right place for them. Their work
was over. They had fought a good fight when neces-
sary, they had been charming with children, and
respectful to decent women between whiles. Li my
opinion the New World had no apologies whatever to
offer the Old. Such were some of my thoughts as I
went to bed and, as I recalled the slight jar dealt me
at the end of each conversation that I had held this
night, the last strand of coherence which crossed my
mind before sleep overtook me was, * * Can I be getting
to look like a philanthropist f"
A GLIMPSE OF THE FOILU
Very much do I wish that it had come in my way
to see and to speak with the French poUu at length
and at leisure, as it had been my luck to do with the
British Tommy and the American doughboy. More
talk with the Tommy would have enabled me to say
with a measure of certainty more about him and his
wonderful character: that hour at Albert left me
with the never-to-be-granted wish that I might then
and there have had days in his friendly company
under conditions so favoring to intimacy. A
glimpse, even slighter, of the poilu which I had upon
the morning after my confidences exchanged with my
fellow-countryman in the Place du Havre, also left
me regretful that it was so brief. Something I had
taken with me and something I had gathered of
understanding about the American soldier ; and in the
same way, something, though less, of the British ; of
the French but very little at first-hand, and even this
to be set down here with diffidence; of the Italian,
nothing whatever at first-hand. Of him I can only
repeat what everybody knows — ^that he is of the land
which from centuries before Julius Csesar down
through Dante, Columbus, Michelangelo, Palestrina,
Galileo, to Marconi, has produced more genius
than any other two countries of the world put
together; that his race continues a noble, beautiful,
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adequate race ; that he fought with fierce and gallant
bravery on the steep sides of mountains ; and tidat his
country is doing better today than some of her Allies.
From politicians and newspapers it is that hindrance
to true international understanding chiefly comes —
the politician can utter a few public sentences that
will estrange two peoples, one editor can write a
paragraph which wUl have the same effect.
The poUu that I saw for a while this next morning
got into our car soon after it had passed the Eastern
Bailway station and out of the Pantin gate. He
stood by the roadside, made us a sign, and asked for
a lift as far as Claye. Claye, interesting because the
Huns got as close to Paris as this in 1914, was not
very far, little more than half-way to Meaux, and this
afforded but a brief chance to lead the poilu to any
opening of his nature. Could I have said to him,
*'How beautiful is the corner of your village where
the old bridge crosses the river ! ' * or any other word
of intimate admiration for his petit pays, his inch of
France, where grew his ancestral roots, that would
have gone at once all the way to his heart. A
Frenchman's patriotism is very concrete. He loves
with passion his own place, his own acre, his little
spadeful of France. He wishes to live and if possible
to die on the actual piece of earth which has been
tilled by his forefathers, tilled by himself, whereon
centuries of his kin have quickened, lived, and passed.
We Americans do not fold our tents like ^e Arab and
as silently steal away, but we are the latest version
of the nomad. We transfer our never-rooted lives
from Fort Worth to Spokane, or from Albany to San
Diego, about as readily as we cross the street. We
have emptied the word **home'' of all its hoarded
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meaning and sanctity. Against whatever benefits
this may brings it has wrought incalcnlable harm to
the national soul. I had been no nearer the poUu^s
country than the line between Lyons and Modane —
he was from near Grenoble — ^and the best I conld do
by way of establishing some bond between us was
to praise the renown of Grenoble as a seat of learn-
ing and exclaim:
'*How beautiful are the mountains of Dauphinfil*'
'^Then monsieur knows themf he responded at
once — and became less shy, or reserved, or respectful,
or whatever it was that his own nature and the
presence of an American captain who was with us
caused this enlisted man to be. He was going back
to them, his mountains. In all the little that he said,
the emotion of return brooded behind his words. He
was existing to go hack; that was it. Going back and
going on — ^these were his two vital motives. We have
only one of them — agoing on. The soldier on the
island might yearn for Newton, Kansas; the other
fellow, the one from Danbury, had said that once back
there, * * never again. ^ ' But if the one could better his
lot by moving from Newton to the apple country of
Oregon, and the other by leaving Danbury for Ihe
plum belt in California, or the oil belt in Texas, or any
other belt where material profit beckoned, why the
betting is at least ninety-nine to one that the lure of
betterment would snap the tie of home and that they
would go in a minute. Not so was it with this
Frenchman. To him his petit pays was forever
better than any betterment.
"Then monsieur knows themf
In those four wistful words was not only a longing
for the sight of his mountains, but a love of their
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looks. You will remember the words of the Tommy
at Albert: **The French 'ave a great idea of the
beautiful, and a very poor one of sanitytion. '^ Kan-
sas on the island could not have said just that. He
was not ripe enough for that particular kind of gener-
alization. He was quite capable of appraising and
loathing the villainous plumbing and the villainous
absence of plumbing in France ; but there he stopped^
Westminster Abbey — or a thousand other sights —
had made ready the Tommy's natural ready eye to see
the excellences of French architecture. No West-
minster Abbeys are in Kansas so far. Once a chauf-
feur, whom I had engaged at Reims for a long jour-
ney and informed that we should sleep at Orleans the
next night, said immediately :
* * Then I shall see if their statue of Joan of Arc is
as good a one as ours. ' '
Imagine a chauffeur whom you were engaging in
Philadelphia to go to Chicago, saying immediately :
^^Then I shall see if St. Gaudens' Lincoln beats
our statue in Fairmoimt Park. ' '
A sense of beauty and of art, and a daily-bread UBfi
of beauty and art — that is one gift of the European
continent to its plain people, which Kansas cannot
give, nor Massachusetts, nor any state in our New
World. In talking with any Frenchman, high or low,
it will help our understanding of him to remember
this. It will partially, though not totally, explain
that fourth dimension of his character which answers
to nothing in ours. Art, symmetry, has a hand
in almost all he thinks and does, including his
immoralities.
The poUu, then, was not like Kansas on the island,
nor yet was he like the Tommy at Albert, who had
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said that he believed he had sentiment, but that this
wotdd take the shape of keeping him away from,
rather than taking him back to, a home in rtdns.
There he was of closer kin to Kansas than to the
poilu. His home near Grenoble was not in rtdns, but
had it been so, this would have made no difference to
him, I am perfectly sure ; no more than it had made
to the lady who had come back from Nevers to see if
she could find her house beneath the rubbish piles of
Noyon; nor to the woman with the gash who had
returned to a half annihilated estaminet in a wholly
annihilated region, and had given me a loaf of bread,
and had talked cheerfully of her future. Ooing bach
and going on: in her also these had been the two vital
motives. Through these I connected her with the
Noyon lady, with this poilu, and with one other who
had been a poilu. The cheerful and communicative
valet at my hotel in Paris, he who had been buried for
a day and three times wounded, who told me that I
should visit the South where they were more amiable
than in Paris — ^he was looking forward to taking up
heavier work at Toulouse, his home, as soon as he
should be well enough. Going back and going on!
It was the unspoken watchword of the people of
France.
The poilu was a grave personality, of few words,
unlike the valet from Toulouse, who was of many
words. Both were peasants, and both somewhere
along in their thirties, I should say. I don't know
whether their taciturnity and loquacity were individ-
ual or of race, and it matters nothing. Various races
inhabit the different parts of France, some silent,
some not at aU go, some more open-handed, some
less ; and they vary in their dialects as widely as they
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do in their characteristics — as widely as a citizen of
Vermont from a citizen of Louisiana. It is the traits
they all hold in common that mean France, that have
built her thought, her art, her literature, her law, her
religion ; it is these, too, which have made her spring
from the ashes of herself under which she with the
rest of the world believed she was expiring, and be-
come, far more truly than the Prussian who coined
the phrase, a figure in shining armor ; and it is these
traits finally which, in the great emergency of peace,
wiU prevent the hideous wound which Germany dealt
her from being a mortal wound. Through their spir-
itual passion for the earth of France, backed by their
power of infinite thrift, her people will save her,
unless prevented by the tragedy of errors which
began with the Armistice and has been played by the
Allies ever since.
At his little place near Grenoble, the poilu had car-
ried on some sort of trade in leather before he took
up arms, and this he was planning to resume. In his
blood flowed the whole education of his forefathers'
deep-rooted and coherent past, and to this had been
added the education of the war. I told him what of
his woxmded land I had been visiting, and what of it
I was now upon my way to visit. AU his response
was, **Oui, monsieur, '' but this was no mere dull
assent. It was part of the same pattern conveyed by
the quiet words of the lady at Noyon, * * Others have
gone further '': understanding acceptance of irrep-
arable loss and outrage, understanding resolve that
the dead past must not kill the living present, or the
future. Such was, in its depths, the French state of
spirit as I found it and felt it everywhere ; a state as
noble and adequate for the emergency of peace as
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their state of spirit in war-time had been noble and
adequate for that emergency.
At Claye we drew up for the poilu to get out ; and
there he thanked ns and went his way, leaving me
with increased perception of his race. The threads
of this perception, gathered — some of them — forty
years ago and along the years since, bnt gathered
never so attentively as now in the stress of what had
befallen the world and what the world was going to
do about it, these threads spun a rich texture of
reassurance. In that damp street leading to the
cathedral at Amiens, my none too cock-sure opti-
mism had been chilled to the bone. So had it been
chilled at times along the roads of desolation, and
was to be again, along more such roads. But always
it was to be warmed up by the rich texture of reas-
surance. The twin supports of our civilization were
England and France, and neither was likely to fall.
You could kill Frenchmen by the million, French
houses by the hundred thousand, French fields by the
square mile, you could disintegrate machinery and
drown mines and amputate orchards ; France her-
self you could/ not kill: not at any rate by the atroci-
ties of war, and probably not even by the imbecili-
ties of peace. Eeassurance spun a vision of many
poUu^ returning all over France to their little trades
in leather, their little tillage of the vine, to all their
little, careful industries; and many women resur-
recting the little commerce of their estaminets, turn-
ing their deft, courageous hands to many kinds of
resurrection; and everybody practising that mas-
terly thrift which leads to well-being, just as surely
as our American wastefuhiess leads away from it.
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I regretted that Claye should have come so soon
and cnt me off from further contact with the poUu;
and yet perhaps I had got as mnch of him as there
was. at least for my purposes of observation. His
more personal opinions and adventures, liad he dnr-
ing the course of the day become moved to impart
them, might or might not have been worth hearing.
On the other hand, the coming hours would have
been more than likely to shut him up tight. We were
headed for the fields where our own soldiers had
revealed their quality, and by so doing had also
revealed to Foch that he now held in his hand every-
thing which he needed for victory. The cup of the
Allies ' vitality, drained horribly and repeatedly, and
repeatedly filled during the years that we were not
there, when we did come had been filled the last few
inches that it lacked, had been filled, indeed, over
the brim. It could have been re-filled, too, as often
as needed. America, by the time of the Germans'
Aisne offensive, was at last prepared. After those
unforgettable months of extravagant and heart-
breaking delay and incompetence, America was ready
to pour millions^Nafter millions into Europe. She
was r^ady to erupt armies on a scale more gigantic
than history had ever witnessed. It smote the Prus-
sian like the tolling of a knell. He did his best to lie
to his duped and docile Germany, to belittle our
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preparation. But in Ms heart he knew better, and
upon his hopes the lights burned blue and went out.
Mor.e, I believe, than the good blows we struck, did
the knowledge that we were there deaden the Hun
and quicken the Allies. Our apparition at the Mame
was like an instant change of weather. The French
moral came up visibly, like a parched crop beneath
the rain.
** Where are you going f asked the jaded poUus
of our jaunty doughboys, as they passed each other,
the ones coming back exhausted, to rest, the others
going forward, fresh and untested, to fight.
**We're going to stop the Huns,'^ was the cheerful
reply.
**You*re going to hell,^' retorted the poili^.
Do any of them remember it now, I wonder, and
the day on which they said it! Orders for the evacua-
tion of Paris were printed and ready.
Yes, we were on our way eastward through Meaux,
and up the Mame, and across the Mame at Trilport,
and so through La Ferte-sous-Jouarre to Chateau-
Thierry. Name after name vibrated for me with
memories both personal and patriotic. Personal, be-
cause I had seen this river and these fields and woods
at the last moment of their and my unsuspecting
innocence. I had enjoyed them in the company of
two beloved friends, both dead before the war ended.
On July 1st, 1914, we had passed through this exact
region, loving its fertile tranquillity. On that day we
had seen Reims, Laon, Soissons ; and looked through
beautiful gates of country places, sequestered, em-
bowered; had laughed as we went along the roads
at certain names on sign-posts right and left — ^Lizy,
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Billy, Charly, Missy, Silly; had laughed more at
going to the wrong La Ferte in search of the Hotel
de PEpee — ^La Fert6 Milon; — and had after some
thirty or forty kilometres of fnrther tranquil loveli-
ness, snccessfnlly f onnd a delicious omelet and a
desirable bed at the Hotel de l'£jpee in the right La
Ferte. Much ruin now scarred La Ferte-sous- Juarre.
We did not pass the Hotel de TEp^e. Some one
during the war sent me a photograph of the street,
showing the hotel portal and a swollen dead horse
lying in front of it.
We were nearing now the very site and ground
of the second battle of the Mame, where the New
World saved the Old World and where at the first
battle of the Mame, September 6th-12th, 1914, the
Old World had saved the New. On May the 27th,
1918, the mailed fist was lifted for what proved its
last blow. In Marish it came near to striking Amiens
down. On a day during those weeks when the Hun
was sweeping westward, the British soldiers had
been told by their general that they were fighting
with their backs to the wall. Bussia had gone to
the perdition that she is still in.
**It is a very black hour,'' said a lady to me at
dinner in Boston, during that time.
**The darkest hour is before the dawn,'' was all
that I could find to reply.
Hope was very faint all over the Allied World.
News spread daily at which the heart stood still.
We came to that point where you do not speak of
what you and all whom you meet are thinking. I
remember trying to turn my mind away from what
June seemed likely to bring us. One shrank from
the thought of June; and through June the deadly
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footsteps stalked nearer and nearer. Indeed, hope
was very faint. The eye of the Hnn was looking at
Paris. Our general gave Foch every man he conld.
The 3rd Division, new-trained to war, was brought
in haste to the Marne. Part of it, the motorized
machine-gmi battalion, able to make greater haste,
came first. On June 4th, at the bridgehead oppo-
fiite Chd.tean-Thierry, it wag* successful. A French
ingSnieur had blown up the first part of the bridge,
but the Germans could still cross, and our boys fin-
ished the work. From Montdidier the 2nd Division
followed, transported by every quick vehicle avail-
able to help block the Paris road. It made good.
On June 3rd it took Bouresches from the enemy and
held his best Guards off, on June 26th Belleau Wood
followed. In their race for honor those glorious
Marines, with the equally glorious brigade of Regu-
lars under General Lewis, struck the word **stop''
from their dictionary, fighting forward ceaselessly
until July 10th. Before this 2nd Division was re-
lieved it had taken Vaux. Half of our Second Corps
was brought from the British area, and two of the
five divisions were added to those already standing
between the enemy and Paris.
We at home were too far away to feel clearly the
significance of these bright preludes during June,
and our hope did not yet revive. The dark hour
still spread over us. But all the while our troops
were pouring thicker and thicker into Europe, and
those in command there knew v^hat this meant ; knew
that they had an endless stream of young blood to
use — ^yoimg blood which, if untried, was also untired.
That was tiie great fundamental magic of the touch
our hand laid upon the Allies ; the touch of freshness
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upon weariness. In mid-July parts of the 42nd Di-
vision, facing the Germans east of Beims, blocked
them there, while four companies of the 28th Divi-
sion on the right flank of this offensive opposed the
on-coming invaders. Look at the map of the Mame
between Chateau-Thierry and Dormans. That is
where the invaders succeeded in crossing the river —
a farthest fling or splash of the tide rising to engulf
Paris, a sort of Pickett's charge at Gettysburg. Just
east of Chateau-Thierry, the very first name on the
south bank of the stream is Chierry. From this
little spot run a finger up the river and round its
bend there to Mezy, and then beyond, opposite Jaul-
gonne. Between tiiese three little places it was that
the 3rd Division held the south bank of the Mame.
The ponderous power of the advancing Hun was
pressed and driven against this line; — ^his infantry
in formidable number, supported by artillery and
screened by smoke. Here one regiment of that 3rd
Division, though flanked on both wings by Huns who
had got over, stopped them in front. These Ameri-
cans met attacks from three directions, tangled up
two German divisions, and took six hundred pris-
oners. This was a day that had to be saved; they
saved it with their sweat, with their blood, with their
death. Then in the weeks following, our soldiers
turned to spirits of wild battle, flung clothes off,
gleamed among the hills, attacked, pursued, beat flat
the Huns like rattlesnakes. ^*The Terribles*' is the
name that a French officer gave our 32nd Division,
as he watched it taking Juvigny.
This Aisne offensive, launched by the Germans
on the 27th of May, by mid- July bulged deeply into
the invaded ground. It was the third pocket dug
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in the Allies ' front by Lndendorff that spring. First
had come the centre pocket of the Somme, dng to
Amiens in March and April; next the right flank
pocket of the Lys, dug to tiie north in April, towards
Calais ; and now this last, the beginning of the end,
at the Mame, dng towards Paris. The change came
between July 15th, when the 42nd, 28th, and 3rd
Divisions were engaged, and July 20th. After that
while the 3rd Division was pushing the enemy away
from the Mame, and he was falling back beyond the
Chatean-Thierry-Soissons road before the attack of
the 1st Corps; and while the 42nd Division was
fighting through the Foret-de-Pere on its way to the
Ourcq ; — ^in fact, during the last ten days of July and
first days of August that saw these divisions of ours
help the French crowd the enemy back from their
bulge, back from the Mame to tiie Vesle and the
Aisne, the change before the dawn grew into the
dawn itself.
In celebrating, and most fitly celebrating our own
part in this, let us take great care lest we forget that
we did not do it alone. It is such forgetting that has
done us injury in the hearts of the English and
French. Books have been written, mere vulgar yelps
of brag, from which you might think that we alone
had been there at that second battle of the Mame.
The French had six or seven divisions to our five
during the fifteen days when the Hun armies of von
Mudra and von Boehm were squeezed out of their
Marne pocket.
For me, July the 18th will always seem the day
when the change passed like a speU over our coun-
try. That is the day, too, when, as I see it, the
decisive operation in moral surgery took place. In
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January, in a great hospital near Washington, I had
sat listening to wounded officers in bed tell of that
day, and of the night of rain preceding it. Some of
them would never be whole again, and they knew it
All were yonng and none complained. Two enlisted
men complained to me out of all that I saw — ^and
these two had never been to France.
^*We have friends in Chicago, *' said one of the
officers, jokingly of himself and a comrade in the
next bed. ^*We are going to get two street corners.
I'm to sell papers, and he'll sell shoestrings and
pencils."
As we played cards, or in other ways killed time,
they told me of the road they came through the
Foret-de-Villers-Cotterets ; of the great rain and
thunder; of the mud; of the five parallel tides of
traffic going one way or the other along the road ; of
the heavy trucks lurching and sticking in the slanted,
mushy sides of the road; of the vast silence before
the guns opened, when the rain had ceased and its
drops from the leaves sounded in the forest.
In company with chosen French divisions and the
splendid Black Watch (for in those first days of our
initiation it was not yet known by any one how well
we were going to fight) our 1st and 2nd Divisions
were picked out for the work of the Soissons drive.
Then through the five days that we know, the 1st
Division went on, not to hell, but through it, to the
heights above Soissons and the village of Berzy-le-
Sec, which it took. The 2nd Division, quick at its
work, in two days was in front of Tigny. Together
they had captured 7,000 prisoners and more than 100
pieces of artillery. Meanwhile, our 26th Division,
with the 167th French Division, formed a pivot be-
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tween Chateau-Thierry and Bonresches, xmta the
crooked had been made straight in the battle-line
farther towards Soissons. Then they became the
marching right flank of a greatly stretched-out move-
ment, pivoting near Vanxbain, by Soissons, and by
the month's end the Hnns had been pnshed back, and
their bulge chopped short.
And what of the poUus who had said that word
about going to hellt They never said it again. At
the critical moment, when hope was sinking very low,
when Parisians were to be told to pack up and fly,
the New World appeared at hope's bedside, and gave
to the patient its strong, young, healthy blood. The
transfusion was successful. Hope 's ebbing life came
back and again flowed strong and steadfast. So
immediate was the rebound to convalescence, that
the patient has sometimes forgotten how danger-
ous the illness was.
The good deed of our American divisions will glow
through the pages of history, and our children in the
years to come will say the names of Chateau-Thierry,
Soissons, Reims, as we were saying them in our
streets through those summer days of 1918.
Here is the tale of the ''Event," of the transfu-
sion, told from the mouths of Frenchmen. They
called our coming in the *' Event" in those days. On
the 4th of June while darkness still spread over
our world, Clemenceau thus spoke the grim truth
aloud: ''Exhaustion has set in, enormous with in-
credible losses for the English army, and formidable
and perilous for the French. Our available forces
are spent, but the Americans are coming in for the
deciding stroke. ... It remains for the living to
carry out the splendid work of the dead." On the
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8th of August General Petaiii said to Ms troops :
^ * The invader falls back. His moral totters. Yester-
day I told you, * Abnegation, patience, your comrades
are coming.' I tell you today, ^Doggedness, bold-
ness, and you will force victory.' '' Between these
two dates the comrades had come, the ^^ Event" had
happened, the great transfusion had taken place.
Throughout that month of August, transfusion con-
tinued; each day 13,000 more Americans set foot
upon French soil, and by autumn we numbered al-
most two million.
xn
lxjdendobff's pocket
At La Fert6-Bous-Jouarre we left the river, not
to see it again nntil dusk, when we came to it at
Dormans through Ville-en-Tardenois from Beims.
This was a day between rivers : the Mame, the Onrcq,
the Vesle, the Aisne. They have been flowing
through great events these many centuries. Great
events have been added to them; soldiers' feet from
Michigan and Pennsylvania and all oux states have
trodden earth where Charles the Bold and Loui£ the
Eleventh and Joan of Arc walked once. As we went
to BeUeau Wood I forgot to look at anything for a
while. Pride in our Marines who wrenched it from
the pick of the German troops, and renuniscence, and
surmise, idl made such a blend in my thoughts that
I recall nothing clearly of what was said, or how
the villages looked, or the fields, until we came to
Belleau Wood.
Here we got out and walked the ground over, and
listened to the words of the young captain who had
been detailed at 37, Bue de Bassano to be our escort.
He had fought here himself, and he showed us the
positions and told us the course of the action. Pol-
lowing where his finger pointed, I looked across a
valley from the ridge we stood on to another ridge,
where he was saying the enemy had been at a certain
stage. We were at the edge of some not very thick
groves whict stretched along it; below were mead-
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owsy green, and a small brook, and beyond these,
np the opposite ridge, more thin groves; and the
sun was shining pleasantly.
^^It makes me think of the Huntington Valley a
little, ' ' I mused, half aloud.
^*So it does,'' said the young officer.
* * Then you have seen tiiat country near Philadel-
phiat''
*^Yes.''
Blue flowers were growing about among the
thickets where we explored. War had been raging
when they last grew here. Spring was now coming
fast, had made visible advance since that first day
when we had passed the roasted aeroplane in the
field and first entered the great silence. But neither
spring nor the hand of man had done much yet to
cover or remove the traces of war. Among the blue
flowers minenwerf er baskets were lying. They were
empty of their missiles, and most of the hands that
had hurled them were knobs and knuckles of bone
now. The dead lay about here so thick in Belleau
Wood that they could not be buried. Bits of rotted
leather jutted out or lay flat among the flowers, and
cartridges unused, quite plentifully, and pieces of
firearms. Now and then our officer would pick up
one of these objects out of the scrap-basket of the
battle, and identify it for us as being American or
German. He had had his turn in hospital, and once
had gone twenty-eight days without removing his
clothes. As we peered and stooped through the
thickets, human bones among the new flowers and
the old last year's matted leaves would stir and twitch
like dead branches, disturbed by our tread. In a
pair of old shoes in one muddy place, the bony feet
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still stuck, German feet ; our captain knew them by
the make of the shoe.
^*It^8 the young generation at home who ought to
know about all this/' I exclaimed. **Can the old
profit by its meaning! They're trying to forget the
war, and Belgium, and everything, already. Just
as most adult Germans will die under the influence
of forty years of Prussian poison, believing Germany
was invaded and fought a war of defence, so most
Americans over forty will die drilled in the myth
that the United States is a law unto itself, like a
comet in space, and can live in a weather of its own
unaffected by the storms in the rest of the world.
That's an idea which will send us shortly to a back
seat, if we don't get rid of it. At least," I concluded,
'*I can tell the boys at St. Paul's School something
about this devastated region."
''Are you a St. Paul's boy!" said the captain.
'*I went there too."
Though I had heard his name, of course, when he
had been introduced to us in the Rue de Bassano,
this had not then suggested his identity. I asked it
now. His father had come from my town, he had
gone to my school, I knew most members of his
family, one of my particular friends was his favorite
aunt. None of these things had made us known to
each other. We old St. Paul's boys met first beside
a couple of German feet sticking in the mud, in Bel-
lean Wood, in the land of the Mame, and the Ourcq,
and the Vesle, and the Aisne ; not so far from where
Joan of Arc crowned the Dauphin in 1429; not so
far from where a synod compelled Abelard to burn
his books in 1121 ; not so far, either, from where they
bad chased Attila and his Huns away in 451, His
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Pennsylvania feet had been chasing another Attila
and his Huns away in 1918 ; and here were the feet
of a Hun that hadn't been able to ran off.
And so to Chatean-Thierry down the MQ, and up
the hill through Verdilly, Epieds, Beauvardes, graz-
ing the Foret de Fere, tiirough which our 26th Divi-
sion, not a year ago, had fought its way to the Ourcq.
By that time, July 24th to 27th, those boys had
learned the trick of bird-nesting for machine guns.
*'KameradI''
Thus had a German non-com addressed the cap-
tain in a wood, just after killing most of his men,
and just before perceiving that he himself was going
to be sent after them.
**I thought ^Kamerad' was too easy to say then,''
explained our captain. By that remark we under-
stood the fate of the non-com.
It is said that our men after Seicheprey, where
first they took German prisoners, behaved to them
much as they might behave to curiosities, to wild
things caught alive when hunting, almost as some-
thing to play with. Later, they saw some of their
own comrades whom the Germans had captured and
sent back with mutilations made in Germany ex-
pressly for America. After that they did not play
with their prisoners.
Soon after the Foret de Fere, we came to Fere-en
Tardenois, and I began to mark my map with a cross
against each place that was in ruins. Today pat-
terns of crosses wind over it, east and west and north
and south, tracing the kilometres of ruin that we saw
beneath the great silence. Once amid all this, and
only once that I remember, a train of trucks stand-
ing by some litter left by battles, served as a sign
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that we were not the only living beings who surveyed
this valley of extinction. Smoke rose quietly from
the engine, a little stream that must have been the
Ourcq, or some tributary, flowed placidly near by.
I was curious about Laon, and anxious to see that
cathedral with my own eyes. Had it suffered! Did
it still exist! Soissons had suffered greatly. Our
papers had referred to that, but about Laon I had
never seen a word in them. It lay north beyond the
Chemin des Dames, on a high ridge, above its steep
town, visible from a great way offT very defenceless
It had been a Hun headquarters. Fierce fighting
had gone on not far from it in the days of the Chemin
des Dames, and the Hindenburg Line, when the Huns
were retiring. Indeed, fighting had never ceased in
this neighborhood.
Laon was a gem among cathedrals, a little master-
piece by itself, touched by the hand of Italy, with a
Virgilian charm and grace shining among its ex-
quisite aisles. We went on therefore to Laon, after
seeing Soissons and the Chemin des Dames near
Malmaison. The town was intact, and so, save for
one now well-known injury, was the beautiful church.
How had it come to escape!
Before Laon was hurt, save for the one tower, the
Germans striding southwestward from Charleroi
during the late days of August 1914, took it, and it
remained theirs, and became a headquarters. Natu-
rally they spared it. Within the new map of a
Greater Germany, representing that empire after
a German peace, Laon was included. In the fall of
1918 the Germans had to abandon the city, and their
leave-taking was hasty. They had iasufficient time
to blow it up, as they had blown up Peroime and its
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fellow-victims, and thus retard France's commercial
recuperation by one more piece of wanton and scien-
tific destruction. But they left agents behind, and
bombs and mines, and unluckily for German hopes,
the French came hito Laon and found the agents
with the bombs not as yet set off. On the 13th of
October, General Man^in, who through the three pre-
ceding days had been crashing forward to the north,
first across the Aisne at (Euilly, and next across
the Chemin des Dames and the dominating table-
land of Craonne into actual sight of Laon, entered
that town at half -past three in the afternoon. He
was borne up its steep hill by a crowd, not of traitors
or agents, but of Frenchmen, the tears of joy on their
cheeks, the strains of the Marsellaise upon their lips.
The tri-color had been floating from the cathedral
since eleven. After four years of exile, the great
church with its clustering town at its feet had come
back to its own.
We descended its hill and soon were again out of
the zone of life and within the zone of death.
Through the forenoon, our journey had been along a
part of the bottom and west seam of the pocket which
Ludendorff had begun on the 27th of May, 1918,
to dig to the Marne, with the mirage of Paris in his
eyes. Now for a while we followed the east seam
of the pocket. The high plain of Craonne through
centuries of war had been a key unlocking doors
of communication between adjacent territories of
France. Here, after he had been pushed back in
1914 at the first battle of the Marne, the German had
created his Siegfried position. Deep dips in the land
and the wooded undulations had been wrought into
a bulwark dense with undergroimd communications
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and thick-planted gnns. And here the Crown Prince
with his two armies of von Boehm and von Below
had started his share of the enterprise at one in the
morning with all the shells and gases and poisons
that German invention had placed at his disposal.
At one 'clock that morning of May 27thy had begun
that bad news which we had to read for so many
days. It was only eleven months ago. On the map
I looked at the names of the places that were coming
on our road, or that lay near to it on one side or the
other: Juvincourt on the little river Miette — ^we
should presently cross between it and La Ville-aux-
Bois. We went through Corbeny : Craonne was just
off to our right. At eleven-twenty that morning
eleven months ago, the delighted Kaiser had arrived
at a convenient high place, close to where we were
now, to watch in the splendid sunny weather the
armies of his boys Fritz and William, and all his
other armies, battering their way southward, even
across the Aisne, digging the pocket which was to
reach the Mame.
^* William,'' he telegraphed to William's mother,
*^has today attacked the British and French. . . .
Fritz was one of the first to reach the Aisne. . . .
God has granted us a splendid victory and will help
further."
*^My soul is torn," he had written his Cousin Aus-
tria early in the war, **but everything must be deliv-
ered to fire and blood, men, women, children, and the
old must be killed, not a tree nor a house must be
left standing."
He had written that to Francis Joseph at a time
when the general American mind still disbelieved
that such things as it was reading daily in the news-
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papers could be. On August IGth, 1914, as Foch with
the 9th Army was facing the advance upon Rethel
by von Hansen and his army, a German cyclist upset
himself in the street of Gue d'Ossus. Immediately,
recorded an officer of the 178th Saxon Regiment, in
his diary:
^^We burned the village and drove the inhabitants
into the flames/'
As we went over the seven kilometres from Cor-
beny to Berry-au-Bac, the land changed from being
a skeleton into bebig the dust of skeletons. It lay
dead, chalk-white, blasted and stark; not a blade of
grass, nothing but extinction. Along the west seam
of the pocket we had seen many poppies. These red
flowers hid the truth that was behind them: human
flesh ; then crows in black swarms ; then red poppies
— ^this had been the rotation of war-crops on the
Aisne. Here along the east seam we saw not even
poppies, but only the white sterile chalk. Over this
ground on May 27th, 1918, the German offensive had
broken like a flood from a dam. It had rolled down
from the highland and reached the Aisne, artillery
following infantry. Nothing had withstood it. The
German officers whistled as they walked with their
canes in their hands. During Ihe afternoon it had
been the same on the west side. Three French battal-
ions had been surrounded and engulfed in the Foret
de Pinon. Carrier pigeons brought the last message
from them, sent about two o ^clock the next morning :
*^The three last men of the three battalions have
just surrendered. ' '
Whilst these had been holding out, the flood poured
on: five divisions against one French, the 61st; ten
against the 22nd; six against the 21st; from the
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Kaiser's post to Berry-au-Bac, eight against two.
That is the way it came. The outnumbered French
and the tired Engjish, still untested from their ex-
haustion of the earlier weeks, gave way hour after
hour. They lost not the Aisne only, they were pushed
beyond the Vesle this first day. The next was like
it. Fismes went. The Germans came up on the
wide land of Tardenois. Soissons burned and went
down. Fere-en-Tardenois followed it. By the 30th
the Germans had dug to the Mame at Jaulgonne.
Here our 2nd Division came into it. Over all France
wires trembled with messages. Our Americans at
their Jonchery munition depot did not keep the holi-
day on Decoration Day for which they had made
ready ; men who had gone to Chaumont to celebrate
it were called back. A message to Jonchery set
them making ready instead for a train of trucks
hastening here from Dijon. These arrived and were
loaded all through the night. The electric lights
shone upon the warehouses and by their gleam the
shells were lifted into the trucks backed up close to
the warehouses. Then some fifty started west in
a long winding train on the road to Meaux.
Bad news still darkened our world ; not many could
have then perceived the dangerous thing that Luden-
dorff was doing, hypnotically lured by the mirage of
Paris. In digging his pocket he had gone in through
a gate, so to speak, and the gate-posts were still
standing, and not in his possession. To the west was
the Foret-de-Villers-Cotterets, to the east, the Mon-
tague de Beims. He tried desperately, a little later,
to envelop these by two offensives. Both failed.
Then the squeezing out began. But before that had
set in, and before any of us here could know about
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and understand the significance of those gate-posts,
we heard of peasants flying ; of towns abandoned ; of
more Germans on the Mame below Chateau-Thierry
and Vemenil. It was on Jnne the 4th that the force
of the flood at length had spent itself. The Kaiser
never sent any more telegrams like that he had sent
on the 27th of May. For ourselves, as I remember it,
the news of the victory at the bridge of Ch&tean-
Thierry on that 4th of Jnne was the brightest we
had heard for a long while — ^and not so very bright at
that: only a spark in the night, bnt a spark struck
by that splendid action of the 7th Machine Gun Bat-
talion of our 3rd Division, which arrived after
twenty-four hours on the road and thirty-six with-
out sleep, and made the name Ch&teau-Thierry as
immortal for us as Concord an^ Lexington. Clemen-
ceau spoke on that day:
^*Our available forces are spent, but the Ameri-
cans are coming in for the deciding stroke. ... It
remains for the living to carry out the splendid work
of the dead.*'
The dead! Almost as thick and deep along this
road from Laon to Reims as along our road in the
terrible land of the Somme, must the dead have been
heaped. It was written aU over the face of the region.
It was to be read not alone through the sight of a
great cemetery which we saw to our right; to look
at the mere earth itself was enough. The earth here
had died in torment. I can evoke the vision of its
twisted corpse today. White, dislocated, crumbled,
distorted, it was fearful to see, even for us who had
seen so much. I stared up at a sort of hill. I had
passed this very way on the 1st of July, 1914. I
could no more have recognized the spot than you
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could recognize a dead man who had been lying out
in the open for a year. Him you have to identify
by something he wore or carried ; a ring, a knif e, or
his teeth. Well, I suppose that I could have stood
here, studied the canal, or the river, or the relation
of one to the other, and then asked: ^^Is it possible
this can be Berry-au-Bacf '^ Of the town there was
nothing left at all. Of the charming country all along
this way, the quiet fields, the groups of trees I re-
membered, nothing was left. This ancient doorway
between the Ardennes and the Isle de France was a
shrivelled, gaping mouth. The pastures, once so
calm, were flung up into shapes white and wild, like
a herd of screaming ghosts petrified to silence sud-
denly as they crouched and gesticulated. The hill
at which I stared may have been there before, or it
may have been heaved up by the mine explosion
that engulfed many lives here and left a crater which
looked more like the work of natural convulsion than
the handicraft of man. White clay now seemed to
form the substance of this hill, steep, brittle, rough,
corrugated by violence, like every foot of the sur-
rounding coimtry. Nothing was growing there then,
and it is one of the regions where nothing is growing
yet. Beneath its surf ace, among the dust and bones,
lie the bulb roots of death, the unexploded shells.
These are sown in all the battle-grounds of France.
Until they are gone, no farmer ploughing his field
can be sure that he will reach the end of any furrow
alive.
After Berry-au-Bac we went on through the waste
that continued for eight miles or so, and ceased
shortly before we came to Reims.
xin
THE GREAT SHBIHB
On this May evening of 1919, we had to thread
our way through Beims as through a labyrinth where
all roads but one led to nothing. A wrong turn right
or left in this place, where more than one hundred
thousand had lived five years ago, would have
brought us to a stop among the stony heaps of their
houses. The streets into which these houses had
been flung and piled were slits in the silence. In
that other German war, the war of 1870, Beims had
been made the seat of a German governor-general,
and had paid many heavy tolls to its invaders. I
looked upon the toU it had paid now, as slowly and
carefully we made our way to the cathedral. For
this sight I was ready — ^as ready, that is, as many
pictures and descriptions can make one. We aU
know the particular spite that was hurled at this
monument, and why it was so hurled. We know the
denial of its bombardment by the ninety-three Ger-
man professors. They signed a denial of this and
the other crimes committed by Germany up to that
time. These professors had the choice of doing this,
or of losing their positions and having their careers
broken and their daily bread cut off. They were at
the mercy of one man's word, their emperor's. We
pay a high price, a very high price, for democracy ;
but it is not quite so high as that which Germany
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paid for her magnificent material order and weU-
being.
When the Germans found that their purely wanton
destruction of what was Francois hoUest building
had turned against them many hearts that had hith-
erto been neutral or in doubt, they did what they
always do in such cases. It happened several times
during the war that the effect of their actions upon
the outside world had not been anticipated by them
and took them by surprise. Their education had
never led them to suspect that their own standards
were behind those of the civilized world. Therefore
their battering of the great church of Beims, which
struck the civiUzed world as being what Attila might
have done when he put Reims to fire and sword in the
5th Century, had to be justified in haste. We know
the pretext that they put forward a trifle too late.
It was explained as a military necessity. It was
pretended that the French were using the cathedral
to signal from. It was overlooked that they used
aeroplanes for this. We know, too, the self -contra-
dicting remarks of German officers upon which this
excuse was based. We know the kind of shell that
was found embedded in the walls — needlessly heavy
for the alleged purpose. The world knows today that
the Germans meant to pound the cathedral of Reims
to dust if they could, because it had been, since Joan
of Arc had the Dauphin crowned there in 1429, the
central shrine, the place of prayer, pilgrimage and
patriotism, the spot of all most sacred and dear to
France : her Independence Hall, her Mount Vernon,
her Liberty Bell, made holy, not through one century
like ours, but through seven. It had seen the same
seven centuries that Amiens had seen, often drenched
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with blood. From 1328 to 1830, almost every King
of France Iiad been crowned here. Its great bel]^
weighing more than eleven tons, had been ringing
for festivals and rites before the existence of our
continent was known. At my last visit, the figure
of Joan of Arc had sat on her horse in front of the
church. I looked for her, but the gallant statue was
gone and its place was vacant. She had been taken
for safety elsewhere.
No, they had not smashed Beims to dust. It was
here to be seen, and would be seen for long years to
come. It would be proudly standing when those who
had aimed at its fall were dust themselves. It was
a wreck, its roof was gone, its eyes, the glorious win-
dows of stained glass, were blind; you could see
through into its broken interior, you could note upon
its western front the ravage of flame and shell : the
carving, the maimed and incinerated army of saints
and kings that had been one of the glories of the
world, bore witness to the intention and the effort of
the Hun.
In the third chapter of his account of Germany,
the chapter entitled From Kant to Hegel, Heinrieh
Heine made a prophecy, and this is a part of it :
**But the most frightful of all will be the philoso-
phers of materialism. . . . The philosophy of mate-
rialism will be terrible in that it taps tiie elemental
force of the earth, conjures the latent powers of
tradition, those of the entire Germanic pantheism,
in which it arouses that lust of war that we find
among the ancient Germans, the lust of combat • • •
for combat's sake.
**To a certain extent Christianity has mollified
this brutal battle lust of the Germans ; to destroy it,
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it has not avaUed, When the Cross, that talisman
which holds it now in cnrb, comes to break, then
the ancient warriors' ferocity will surge afresh, that
mad Berserker frenzy which the Norse minstrels are
today still singing. Then— and the day will come,
alas I — ^the old war gods will get np from their fabled
tombs and mb the dust of centuries from their eyes.
Thor will stand erect in his might and with his giant
hammer will smash the gothic cathedrals. . . . When
you hear the tumult and the shouting, be on your
guard, dear neighbors of France. . . .*'
Soon after the bombing of Beims cathedral, this
passage began to be remembered and quoted. The
rest of the prophecy is equally remarkable, and I add
it here. Heine continues :
'*Do not smile at this advice even though it is given
by a dreamer ... do not smile at a fantastic poet
who expects the same revolution in the world of facts
that has occurred in the intellectual world. Thought
precedes action as lightning does thunder. Thunder
in Germany is quite German: it is not very lively,
but comes rolling: slowly. But come it will : and when
you hear a crash like no crash ever heard before in
the history of the world, then you will know that the
German thunder has culminated at last. At this
noise earfes will fall dead from the high air and the
lions in their remotest African deserts will cringe and
slink away into their royal lairs.'*
At about that time Bichard Wagner, the last Norse
minstrel, was sineins:, not yet of mad Berserker
f renzv, but of the Flying Dutchman, having been led
to this DPTflv by certain other pa&res written by
Heinrich Heine. People then alive lived to see this
same minstrel singing a triumphal march to that
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conqueror of France in 1870, that Hohenzollem whom
Bismarck then made Emperor of Germany; the
minstrel was also writing a coarse extravaganza, a
Berserker insult to prostrate France, entitled A Co-
pitvlation; he had also reached the middle of his
opera Siegfried, in which the old gods were brought
out of their fabled tombs and sang to us on the stage.
Wotan, Brunhilde, Siegfried, were names given by
Hindenburg and his Berserkers to certain of their
defence lines of 1914-18, when the philosophers of
materialism had completed their work, when the talis-
man of Christianity had broken and no longer curbed
the ancient German battle lust, when the creed of
blood and iron had been systematically and scien-
tifically substituted for the creed of the Cross, and
when German children had been during forty years
educated backward to be Berserkers. When Thor in
1914 smashed Reims with his giant hammer, Henry
Heine had been fifty-eight years in hijs grave, Richard
Wagner had been in his for thirty-one. Heine had
made his prophecy seventy-nine years before the
event.
With Heine and Wagner and Hindenburg in mind,
I looked at the smashed glories of Reims. What, I
wondered, did those remarkably righteous persons,
who were already assuring us that Germany was a
tender arid misrepresented creature, make of these
facts f I thought of another poet also, an American,
Louise DriscoU by name, who sang her noble lament
over the cathedral:
Men planned and wrought
And set fair towers against a flower-blue sky.
There is no power in the world like thought,
And beauty wrought with prayer can never die.
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What's lost with Beimst
Tis Germany — ^a land we used to know
A pleasant land of songs and fairy tales . . .
Where did they got
What's lost with BeimsY
The soul of a great people, blind, betrayed.
No roaring guns tore flesh from flesh and made
A desert of their gardens, yet we see
The desert of the world in Germany I
Theodore Botrel, the poet of the poilv^, wrote a
sort of Litany of the ruins :
Jeune bon Dieu, dans la cr^ehe
Eajeunis ton 6ternite,
Toi, dont la tendre loi ne preehe
Que 1 'amour et la charite.
Doux Boi du plus doux des Boyaumes
C'est toi que nous invoquons,
Et non les vieux dieux des Guillaumes,
DesAttilas et des Nerons.
Par Louvain, par Senlis croulantes,
Et par Beims qui, pres de mourir.
Tends vers toi ses tours suppliantes
Comme les moignons d'un martyr;
Par notre farouche Endurance;
Par nos otages en exil;
Jeune bon Dieu, rends la France
Justice et Gloire ! Ainsi soit il I*
♦ ttt
'God merciful and young in thy manger make young again
thine eternity, Thou whose tender law doth preach but love and
charity. Gentle King of Kingdom gentlest, Thee it is we invoke, not
the old gods of Kaisers, Attilas, and Neros. By crumbling Louvain
and Senlis, and by Keims, who dying lifts to Iliee her suppliant
towers like a martyr's stumps, by our endurance fierce and exiled
hostages, God merciful and young give France justice and glory.
Amen."
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**They are evacuating ReimSi'^ wrote a young
Frenchman, a boy of twenty-three, to his godmother
on the 7th of April, 1917; *4t is very, very sad to
see. Tonight ten conflagrations were throwing whirl-
winds of reddened smoke two hundred metres high,
and the profiles of the two solemn towers were cast
darkly against the flaming heavens. Sad vehicles
defiled beneath me, generally automobiles; women
and children, little boys in their black aprons as if
they were coming from school ; furniture. The town
burned in a sort of calm, as in submission to an
inevitable and foreseen phenomenon. And the
towers, with a look of eternity, of indestructibility,
seemed to watch. And all this on a fine night, placidly
lustrous beneath the Pascal moon.''
* * There is no power m the world like thought
And beauty wrought with prayer can never die. ' '
That is what the towers saw; Thor could not smash
it. It was in the soul and mind of that boy as he
wrote to his godmother, nine days before his death
on the battlefield. He wrote other letters, there is
a little volume of them, letters to his father and
mother, to certain other elders, and to intimate com-
rades of his own young generation. With his soul
and mind he was a piece of that France essential to
us and civilization, the ultimate France of the spirit
that should keep our respect and affection. He was
the modem consequence of the ancient cathedral.
The same race had built them both. He was a piece
of beauty wrought with prayer — ^that form of prayer
which is constant, noble impulse translated constantly
into noble action; and as I think somehow of him
and Reims as belonging spiritually to each other, I
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place here not in the order of their writing some
few sentences from his letters because they are full
of that thing which Thor with his hammer cannot
smash.
He is speaking of two fellow-soldiers :
**If you could only see the strange life we lead,
six yards underground. ... D is a peasant. X has
not the dashing patriotism of D, but he has his recti-
tude and loyalty and courage. He supplements D's
intellectual patriotism with the dignity of a free
man, who declines to accept the trespassing of an
outsider upon his own concerns. He likes to be
master in his house and he is master of himself. He
does not like fighting but goes to it whole-souled from
self-respect. He has supremely the sense of honor.
He is the peasant aristocrat.'*
The boy was a student of medicine with four terms
to his credit when he entered upon his first term of
military service. This the outbreak of the war cut
short. He got leave to go to the front in the ranks,
and not as a hospital aid. He fought from Charleroi
to the Mame, where he was wounded. He writes of
himself :
*^DonH imagine that any thought of winning dis-
tinction entered my mind when I took the step I was
predestined to take. Once more, the place of a
Frenchman twenty-two years old is under fire, or
with those who are going there. As it was in 1870
and has been for ever, our business is to boot the
enemy out of France. I took my part at the Mame.
My place now is with those who carry on. It's the
task of my generation. You Tl say doctors are needed
as much behind as at the front. I don't want to be
that kind, nor the kind in the hospital trains ; some
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of us are needed in it. I couldn^t shake hands with
G. or N., dt look at my friends in the eye. I'm ill at
ease among fathers some of whom have sons at the
front. ... I want to escape any danger purely to
learn how better to face the next. The living must
be worthy of the dead, our life mustn't give their
deaths the lie. One has done nothing so long as
anything 's left to be done. ...
**We must win. There's no question of knowing
if we can or can not, or if we shall succeed or shall
not. We must, that's all. It is the man who shall
have willed victory who will vanquish. This deter-
mination, deep, unconquerable, intimate, this will to
vanquish, each of us must have it, no matter what
his place and duty. . . . But this will to vanquish
that I should like to root in every French heart, in
order to be useful must stick to defined aims, else it
wUl be merely a vagne and vain aspiration
Work, that is the word. Work, that is what the
enemy has been doing since 1871; it is against his
work that our dash and our fine courage are bruising
themselves. France isn't working hard enough.*'
He writes from hospital to a friend :
**The German is alien to our mentality . • . his
materialism (he calls it Deutschland iiher alles)
stamps everything, stifles every noble generous in-
stinct, everything that antiquity, the Benaissance,
our 17th and 18th Centuries planted in us of altruis-
tic, humane, disciplined impulses, the whole higher
moral level that distinguishes us from the ancestral
brute . . . have you any time for reading! I'm
going to send you your favorite Musset anyhow.
You 11 always find a minute to read over the May
Night. It's not very war-like, but beauty in no mat-
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ter what form is a tonic for the soul and lifts the
heart. . . .''
He writes his mother :
*^I'll keep your letter as my guide through the
unforeseen, and try to show myself worthy of what
you think of me, and to become worthy of what I
would exact from myself. . . . For the triumph of
justice and right (though these may be merely illu-
sions) and for the chastisement of the greatest col-
lective crime of history, many tears, many drops of
blood must fall . . . the generation of 1914-15-16 will
have won moral grandeur, the thing for which it is
worth while to live life. . . .
*^What a beautiful walk I took yesterday! I fol-
lowed an infinity of different paths and thus greatly
heightened the effect of emerging upon a straight
road that cuts through the moist and mystic heart
of the forest to a new horizon. . . . I^m sure that to
enrich one's inner life one must intensify one's ex-
ternal life. You must, so to speak, gather sensations
to nourish thought during those hours when external
sensations fail. I don't suppose you know how a
dynamo works f Very simply. For one day a power-
ful steam-engine spins the dynamo and thus generates
the electricity which is stored. Next day it may be
the other way round, if you choose. The stored
electric energy can run the steam-engine. Very well.
It 's quite the same with the dynamo we carry within.
If we desire that it shall in our dark hours illuminate
our life, we must store up light when the sun shines.
I doubt if I could have seen any beauty in the land-
scape yesterday if I had never been in Switzerland.
I'm deeply sure this applies to everything, and espe-
cially to the things of the heart. But if I start on
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that 1^11 never stop. . • • Fool that I am! I was
going to forget to tell yon that in two days^ very
likely, they will discharge me from the infirmary and
let me go back to the trenches. . . . The joy of
meditation, of philosophizing, is a terrible siren who
breaks careers and parches strength. She mnst be
merely an episode. Otherwise the man is lost *'
In hospital, where he has time for mnch reading
and re-reading — Shakespeare, Plntarch, Voltaire, La
Fontaine, the Bible, make but a portion of it— he
writes his intimate friend :
** Dismiss yonr idea that war is over for me. My
cure will take long, but the war longer still. IVe
sent you Stendhal. I read L' Amour in order to talk
it over with a young Irish girl (but alas I those things,
when one is doing them one doesn't discuss them, and
when one discusses them one doesn't do them, oh,
thrice alas!). When shall we be able after having
sacrificed to Mars to return to the temple of Venus t
When can we resume, dear old Maurice, our good
confidences, our dreamings by the Mame, all our
friendship of yesteryear! ... As to my foot, doc-
tors disagree. Some counsel another operation,
others disbelieve in it. I wish I could at least rejoin
my headquarters ... or else be in the zone of the
armies. Think of having to make war here at Vichy I
It's a heart-break. ... At any rate I've been of
some use here, day and night now, these eight months.
For eight days I had charge of 120 patients, all by
myself. . . . There 's my life. I blush for it. ..."
To his father he writes :
**I don't know what monstrous aberration of mod-
esty, what imbecile timidity causes one to open his
heart to strangers only. . . • A son ought to treat his
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father as something different from a preceptor. • . .
Many feel a devoted love for him . . • respect, grati-
tude; few, I believe, think of making their father
their friend. Whyf False shyness, and then, chil-
dren have no such notion . • , they seek pleasure
comrades rather than thought comrades. On the
other hand, if the notion of such a friendship some-
times makes a father wistful, it isn't for him to begin,
he would have to trespass on youth's privacy; such
a friendship isn't possible unless it springs of its
own accord from the wishes of the child. Dear
father, I ask you to be my friend. We are so abso-
lutely made to get on together. Between us, right
in the family circle, simple and united, nevertheless
twenty centuries of convention, of fashion, of con-
trolling tradition, had piled obstacles between two
hearts and their natural expansion. We've never
talked openly as two young people sometimes talk
together, shrouded in the dimness of a room or in
the inviting quietness of a beautiful night. At such
a time trust is stirred and intimacy f oUows it. One
is surprised the next morning, sometimes, at what
one has been moved by certain influences to reveal
to a companion. That's because next morning the
ice has formed again, the ice that for a moment was
broken, melted by the warm breath of friendship,
land the conventional chill re-assumes its rights. . . .
And since it is to my stay in hospital that I owe this
inspiration about a change in our relations, I bless
my illness. . . ." (Here for three pages as wonderful
as ever came from the pen and the heart of a son
just twenty-three, he teUs his father of what he has
read — from Shakespeare to Anatole France, from
Montaigne to Loti — during these months in hospital.
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he tells him of his thoughts, of his character and
what it has lacked and how he hopes it has developed,
and then he continues) :
**And so I mean, dear father, to open an immense
conversation with yon, guards down, in which I'll
make a clean breast to you of my dreams and my
enthusiasms. ITl reveal my aspirations, my moral
and my worldly ambitions, my still halting concep-
tions about the huge questions IVe not yet thought
enough about. Wa'll talk of men and acquaintances,
of life and death, of God and women, or rather, of
the gods and Woman, of art and politics, of history
and the wooded slopes of the Vosges, of medicine
and war, of everything within the domain of thought.
You'll correct my inaccuracies, I'll revive your illu-
sions. I'll gain weight, you'll regain youth, and so
you'll really be my father. ..."
This French boy was not quite twenty-one when
he entered the war at its outbreak. During three
years he seems to have been in almost every part of
it, the Somme, the Marne, Champagne, the Argonne,
and to have seen almost all the sights of war and felt
almost all its sensations, except despondency. If
ever he felt that he never allows it to appear.
To the father of a comrade killed at Douaumont
and dearly loved, he writes, after two pages :
** Listen, sir, this letter is too painful for you to
read. I '11 cut it short. But I must aU the same tell
you that the sacrifice of your son is not wasted. My
first feeling was of discouragement, of disgust at
the folly of slaughter which froths over the earth.
But soon, as often before, the lesson of sacrifice rose
out of it for me. We need the Scriptures no longer,
the story of Christ teaches nothing actually, now:
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to learn the beauty and to understand the neces-
sity of immolation we need but look around us. Such
examples as Andre has given put the flabby and the
timid to shame and uplift and strengthen the brave.
. . . The battle goes forward . . . and those not yet
fallen must look ahead and still ahead, until their
turn shall come. . . .^^
On New Year ^s Eve of the year that his turn was
to come, he gave a supper.
**My party was a grand success. I had sixteen
guests, and later two who arrived at 11.30. . . . They
proved charming and greatly enlivened the dawn of
the present year with their songs and monologues.
. . . Pate de f ois gras, roast fowls, green peas, salad,
hot chocolate, plum-pudding, a litre of white wine
apiece, decent champagne, coffee, cigars. I was able
to get some rum — ^not so easy! — ^just enough for
lighting the plum-pudding. A Httle before midnight
I had the lights put out. Then as the clock struck
twelve, the pudding was brought in, garlanded with
blue flame, while corks popped and greetings were
exchanged. The Marseillaise started by itself. Very
characteristic. If any one at any other time had
started the national song, the poilus would have
booed him down; but they felt a certain solemnity
in the moment, in spite of everything, and sang the
hymn out freely and joyfully. . . . This morning I
got to bed satisfied at having done something for
cheerfulness and merriment. . . . That's an impera-
tive human obligation in war-time. . • .''
Within four months the turn came for this boy.
He was warned not to keep so near some comrades
he stood ready to care for should they be hit. Bul-
lets were falling thick. **No fear,'' said he, ** bullets
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are used to me/' A few steps more and he fell with-
out a sound or a sigh^ shot through the heart.
Not quite twenty-one when he wrote his first war
letters, not yet twenty-four when he wrote the last,
he had explored the realms of duty, of thought, of
emotion and of action very far. He was a piece of
the true France, and his spirit came from the same
world whence, seven centuries before him, had pro-
ceeded the cathedral of Reims. That world is a place
which the hannaner of Thor cannot ^mash.
XIV
THE TOWEBS IN THE NIGHT
As at Amiens, so now at Beims, day was sinking
while I gazed up at the towers of the cathedral. In
the square below the towers were poilus, standing
and moving. I looked at these soldiers of France,
over whose spirits the breath of war had passed.
What had it done to themf Any one could answer
that question who had seen the poilu as I had seen
him often, and had seen him last in July 1914. In
those other days he had been a very different figure.
His clothes hung upon him without dignity, his walk
and bearing slouched, his face had been trivial, the
whole man seemed to fall short of manhood. Today
these poUus were grave, upstanding, their carriage
erect, giving forth a sense of power and accomplish-
ment in full measure. In truth they were a visible
part of the majesty of France. Tourgueneff said
once: **War makes more men than it kills. ^' The
breath of war had blasted the cathedral and had
blown the boy away to lie imder one of the crosses
that scattered the land of France like fallen stars.
Yet, as from that first immolation upon the Cross,
so from these others, as the boy wrote to the bereaved
father of his friend, spiritual resurrection had come.
These poUiis walking beneath the towers, now, had
been ready : and the readiness is all. The martyred
cathedral of Beims still stretched its towers to God,
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and they were still suppliant. Why! The boy had
written: **Do not weep for ns, but continue us.''
Continuing was what confronted the poilv^, France,
and our whole civilization. Sometimes continuing
comes very hard. We rise to meet death, but meet-
ing life is a longer act. When exaltation has per-
formed its task and sunk away, what then remains to
carry us through, if we still live f Some things there
were that Thor had smashed with his hammer:
homes, hearts, bodies. These broken things needed
the supplication of those towers. They that were to
continue must seek help in whatever house of what-
ever God their spirits knew. Some would pray in
churches, some without words under the sky, some
would pray through action, through sacrifice, like the
boy who saw the sacred worth of inmaolation. All
would be answered. But voids there would be when
no answer seemed to come. For broken, unhappy
men in these voids, I could fancy that Reims stretched
its suppliant towers to God.
Like that at Amiens, I had known this cathedral
well. To come upon it as it was now, with my mem-
ory of it as it had been, unprepared, would have
overwhelmed me. But the expected sight was so
full of unexpected grandeur, that the pain of its
disfigurement was lost in new admiration. It stood
up like a sort of proclamation of faith. More than
ever it seemed living; too great to notice what had
been done to it; above all temporal suffering; the
France of seven hundred years, and the France of
the years to come.
Day grew more dim. In its waning light I looked
across the square to see what was left of the little
inn, the Lion d'Or, where I had eaten and dnmk
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and laughed so many times. From my bedroom
windows there, I had always taken a good-night
look at the cathedral before blowing out tiie candle.
Down in its court had grown a vine, trained to make
a screening arbor, and my last supper here, June
30th, 1914, had been curtained by its leaves. No
windows faced the cathedral any more. No court
was there and no vine. The Lion d'Or was down on
the ground, and where it had been were pieces of
plaster and heaps of stones.
The tide of dusk rose a little higher. We got
back into our car and began our return southwest
through the brooding silence of the ruins. There
were no hours left in which to include the one thing
more that I should have liked to do this day — swing
south by the Montague de Reims and thence east-
ward, forty kilometres, across the Champagne from
Pompelle to Massiges. Then we should have gone
over those denuded clay-white plains upon which
Ludendorjff on the 15th of July had launched that
other attempt to retrieve the peril of his Mame
pocket. He had enveloped the eastern gate-post no
more than the west. He never attained the old Ro-
man road in front of the French lines. General
Gouraud stopped him. The Montague de Reims
remained safe and Chalons-on-the-Mame was not
reached. Still the Marne pocket was left as it had
been dug, defenceless on both sides, a very dangerous
success, won beneath the misleading hypnotism that
the mirage of Paris cast over his mind. By after-
noon of that 15th of July, Ludendorff and his em-
peror saw from Blanc Mont that they had failed.
West of Reims von Mudra did better on that day,
pushing eleven French and three American divi-
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sions back, and extending the pockets; while still
more to the west von Boehm was winning the south
bank of the Mame between Dormans and Chateau*
Thierry, Bnt upon the day following, the tempest
of thunder and rain in which they came within ten
miles of Epemay, was a bad omen for them. They
crawled forward on the 16th of July here and there,
but the crawling back began also. They gnawed
vainly at the flanks of the Montague de Reims, and
along their whole line of eighty kilometres ran a
slackening of their impetus. July 17th saw the
quiver of the horde on the turn, and by the next
dawn, in the thunder and rain of Villers-Cotterets,
our second battle of the Mame story began.
Our road southwest from Reims took us dose to
the edge of part of that ground where they had
gnawed at the east side of their pocket. We could
have seen Marfaux had there been more light on the
way to yille-en-Tardenois. But light was going now,
visibly each few moments. Had the day been with
us still, we should have seen clearly just the same
sights as those of the morning hours, desolate fields,
desolate houses, emptiness. As it was, the sharp
edges of this perpetual spectade began to dissolve
in the quiet gloom. Cruel shapes grew gentle in the
vagueness, standing fragments softened, smaller
fragments melted away; imtil discernment of our
road and what lay to its left and right, ended, and
one merely felt the presence of whatever objects
we passed.
Reims was present, too, in this voiceless obscurity,
casting over France its ceaseless influence. As
Amiens stood by the Somme so Reims stood by the
Vesle, and these two great guardians were stretch-
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ing their suppliant towers unseen in the night. **Do
not weep for ns, but continue us/'
Donnans came. We had already descended from
the higher land of Tardenois, and crossed the Mame
at Bas-Verneuil. Along the river we felt the trees
passing, and here and there passed little lights, with
wide blank spaces between them. The ground over
which our cautious speed was now increasing had
been the uttermost goal of the Him, it was the out-
side limit of his onset from the Chemin des Dames ;
here, as if he had struck some surface, he rebounded,
and his backward steps to the place whence he had
come, began. He counted, during the height of his
fierce advance, 209 divisions against those 192 that
had met him. France gave 103 of these, England
58, ourselves 17, Belgium 12, Italy spared 2 from her
own desperate struggle witii Austria. While these
were contending, even in the days of gloom that so
filled the weeks of this spring, leaflets of ill news
were floating down upon Germany from the sky.
They told those who picked them up that six hun-
dred thousand Americans, young, strong, fired with
zeal, were now landed in France and ready. They
came through the air with French aviators, who dealt
them out like packs of cards foretelling misfor-
tune. These leaflets sailed in little balloons devised
in England; their messages of truth, well chosen
to strike chill, were written at Crewe House by
Sir Campbell Stuart. They fluttered down, and the
mailed fist was never able to seize them all before
they had done their work, undeceiving its dupes and
weakening the beats of their discouraged hearts.
When our 4th of July came, it was no longer six
hundred thousand of us, but more than a million,
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that were present in France, with more arriving
each day; and this, too, was wafted down upon Ger-
many from the little balloons.
Our speed increased as we went along the valley
with the sense of the great trees at our side and
overhead. We ran out of them into darkness that
continued, but across which some distant light would
shine, then the nearer darkness would again shroud
us.
**That was Jaulgonne,'' said our captain once in
the silence, as a far light showed and sank behind.
Below Chateau-Thierry we crossed the river again,
our road improving as we dived forward into the
endless gulf of the night. No one came by, but lights
single or by twos and threes shone from time to time
across succeeding distances. After Meaux our pace
quickened still more and presently seemed to double
itself along the empty road. Sometimes upon a rise
the upward slant of our head-lamps would reveal
tall tops of trees between whose steady avenues we
were rushing, and sometimes our flying light would
glare for a second upon a kilometre stone ; but when
I thought of the towers, they seemed as near as ever.
It was as if the silence were filled with their quiet
presence, this silence that brooded over the night
as it had dominated the day. After a while the lights
of Paris began, and at eleven we got out at the hotel.
XV
UPLIFT
I was tired, but also I was wakefiil. Deeper than
before, deeper even than at Amiens, I seemed to
see into and comprehend France. My thoughts
turned also to the living, whose flesh and bones were
crushed, who had known the wild raptures of the
blood, the calm rapture of exaltation, and who now
were knowing the empty stages, where rapture and
exaltation are not. Upon sticks and crutches, if not
still unhealed in bed, they were facing, not death,
but life. I had seen them at home, and in England,
and now here. **Do not weep for us, but continue
us.'' The boy who was dead had wanted no tears
for the dead, but he would have pitied these living.
They had to continue upon their sticks and crutches,
dragging themselves somehow across the desert
stages where there is no exaltation. I trusted that
in most of them that thing was alive which Thor
cannot smash. Without it, it were far better that
they were wholly dead. Those of them that had the
habit, or the occasional mood, of prayer, pagan or
Christian, or a blend of both, which is the most
honest and most human kind, were doomed, like all
of us, to pray sometimes to emptiness. Neither the
deepest grief nor the bitterest remorse equals in its
desolating chill the sensation of unanswered prayer.
The vision came to me of these maimed survivors,
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these fragments of men^ the halt and the blind, all
over the world, a vast horde, crawling painfully
about, like insects that have fallen upon the table
from a burning lamp.
Does war make more men than it kills t I wished
that I had thought of putting this question to the
Tommies at Albert, or to the military policeman
from Kansas. Some kind of answer I should cer-
tainly have received, though nothing like so mature
an answer as would have come from a poUu^s more
subtle and intellectualized Latin intelligence. I went
back the few steps from the hotel entrance to the
Place du Havre; Kansas was not upon his island,
nor anywhere else to be seen tonight. Returning, I
sat down in the adjacent cafe, ordered a bock and a
brioche, and opened my map upon the table.
Some tables away in the almost empty place sat a
creature whom I was sorry to see, for I feared that
he would see me and come over. He did not live in
my hotel, but evidently somewhere in the neighbor-
hood, and sometimes frequented its reading-room
and hall. Taking me for a brother American he
more than once had attempted to invade my privacy
for longer stretches of time than the natural rights
of man justified, or my view of my own rights would
allow. I had hitherto managed not to swallow any
large dose of him. He was no brother of mine.
Kansas on the island was a brother, and many of
our doughboys, and many more people still : but not
this kind. It takes all sorts of people to make a
world, and all sorts of people to make a United
States; and I exceedingly regret that it does so. I
felt in my bones that this American belonged to the
numerous and noisy tribe of conscientious objectors
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to common-sense. Hnndreds of these had come over
to Europe to teach Europe how to suck eggs.
His face and clothes were exactly alike, if you
understand what I mean. He was the sort of per-
son who at home hands the plate on Sundays in the
sort of church where the minister improvises prayers
which last an hour, reads aloud passages from The
Literary Digest, and misquotes Longfellow. The ris-
ing and departure of two Frenchmen exposed me to
his full gaze, and I saw this fix itself upon me across
the intervening table where their glasses stood. Oh,
yes, he was coming !
*^Well, now, who'd have thought a man like you
would be sitting up here this late ! ' ' With this greet-
ing, he seated himself opposite me, and smiled. He
had a vaguely lustrous eye, and his teeth were too
long, and slanted outward.
I pulled out my cigar-case and was stretching it
over to him, but he lifted his wide, limp hand against
it. I had a box of cigarettes, and these I offered
him.
** Thank you, I never use tobacco.''
I tapped my glass of beer.
**Have one," I suggested, and signalled to a
waiter.
**I never use alcohol in any form, thank you,'' he
said.
The waiter came.
** Bring this gentleman a cup of coffee. I hope you
will keep me company in that f ' '
* * Thank you, I have had all the refreshment I ever
take before retiring."
**At least let me order you a toothpick 1" I ex-
claimed.
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** Sometimes I think yon mnst be qnite a joker,"
said my man. **Well, now, I think you're right to
joke. Pve seen sights in France — ^well, now, there's
times when a joke helps some."
^^Yes," I assented, wondering if I had misjudged
him. **Yes, indeed. How long were you at the
front!''
**I was not exactly at the front. But I have
served. My viewpoint is that in aU walks we can find
some way to serve. And I have seen sights and
sights."
**Were you too old for the front!"
**No. Not too old. Not too old in years, that is,
you understand. But at Fort Oglethorpe, they found
my heart was not what it should be for my age. I am
twenty-nine years and seven months now. Unmar-
ried. My uncle in the Surgeon General's office wrote
them about my heart, because he knew more about it
than those medical reserve doctors did. But I was
determined to serve if I was strong enough. I was
going to get over here somehow. ' '
** Couldn't you find any chances for service at
home!"
** Ah, but I wanted to be in the thick of it I I'm no
stay-at-home. ' '
**Oh,Isee."
'*And will you tell me what life is without
service ! " he demanded, slightly chanting the words.
^'Lots of fun," I answered. '* Especially when
you're under thirty."
* * Now you 're joking again. So my uncle got me a
position in an uplift mission."
* * How very interesting ! Which one ! The tuber-
culosis caravan! or the paediatric unit!"
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'*Peddy — ^I don't think I have heard that men-
tioned. '^
**A number of Americans are going about in
camions from place to place, showing the French how
to have and rear children/'
He cast down his eyes immediately, and was silent.
* * Pffidiatric is the name for that unit, ' ' I explained.
^*It comes from the Greek. It is a perfectly nice
word. Even a lady nplifter can use it without any
risk.''
**My viewpoint,'' he now resumed, **is, that we
should all avoid certain language. The unavoidable
use of it by doctors does their tone no good. And
between tone and action the distaace is very short.
Did you go to any of our training camps f ' '
^^Yes."
'*Did you hear the language of the young menf
But you would get no slant on that, because they
would be careful before you. "
** Won't you tell me some of the sights you have
seen?" I asked.
'*Well, now, you don't have to go far. This great
French city right now is full of evil. ' '
^^ Isn't your city in America?"
'*I never got a slant on our cities, though I have
sensed them, visiting. Father intends to buy a new
home in Little Rock. Have you noticed the man out
there?"
''Where?"
''There is a military policeman out there some
nights. He makes no attempt, no attempt at all, to
use his authority."
"Why, I thought he did."
"No attempt. He allows young soldiers to walk
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right by him, when anybody could see they intended
to practise immorality. If a person like yon spoke
to him and got his reaction, some good might <^ome
of it/'
* * Well, I don 't know about that. Do yon mean that
yon spoke to himf
**I did, sir. I felt it my dnty, even if I was no
longer officially connected with uplift. ' '
**You spoke to him about stopping ''
**I certainly did.' '
**Jimminy Christmas! And what * reaction' did
you gett"
^^I will not soil my tongue with repeating the
language that he used. But a man with a viewpoint
like his is a disgrace to our democratic army. ' '
^* You 're not now officially connected with Uplift,
as you express it ? "
**Well, not just now. But when I was, I used to
come out between vaudeville acts and speak to our
boys about social purity and kindred topics of a
serious nature. It was against my principles to issue
cigarettes to them."
**Do you mean those cigarettes that people in
America had bought for them and that were sold to
them instead!"
* * That was a mistake, ' ' he replied.
* * A mistake ! Yes. Quite. ' '
**The gift cigarettes were unpacked along with
other cigarettes that we had bought to sell the
soldiers at cost. The two lots got mixed up. That
was all. And so when the soldiers opened packages
they had paid for, and found slips inside printed,
telling they were the gifts of some society at home,
why their reaction was based on a mistake. We tried
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to give them the right slant, but somehow they never
got it. My xmcle '*
^*What more sights have yon seenf
** There is immorality and intoxication everywhere
yon ''
^ * Yes, I know, I know. But everybody isn H drnnk.
And you seem to me to have immorality rather prom-
inently on your mind. Believe me there is not much
true * service ' in making a nailitary policeman angry.
Ton have no idea how easily I can guess the names he
called you. Having to bear these patiently isn 't very
strenuous service, is itt And, to be quite frank with
you, I think service ought to cost a man something —
his energy, his brains, effective exercise of skiU, or
good will, something like that — for many hours each
day, and given freely for nothing. You needn't wait
for your uncle to get you another job. Jobs lie thick
here all around .you. ' '
Had my deliberate testing him succeeded or failed ?
Would he not, if he were a self -known hypocrite, have
got up by now and gone away t During my probing
words I had watched in vain for that special look, the
glare of mingled injury and vindictiveness, which
flashes across the face of the hypocrite found out. If
he had that sensitive spot, my probe had not reached
it yet.
*^I would feel indebted to you,'' he said with
unction, **if you would mention some job I could do
here, without overstraining my heart, that is. I am
a stranger here."
I bethought me for an instant. I could give him
some addresses where good workers were welcome —
but could he be any sort of a good worker f France
was aflBicted with too many like him, come over from
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America for the ** uplift'^ as he and they called it, but
which was no true uplift at all, was merely a mask,
concealing to others — and to themselves at least par-
tially — the subtle disguises of a central and impreg-
nable egotism. Swarms of these psychologically
diseased people were pervading poor, sad, scarred
France with their intrusive ** missions,^' and these
brought really valuable missions of relief into
disrepute.
^* Charity begins at home,*' said I lightly, but
watching him close. ** Don't stay over here. There
are many hundred wounded soldiers in the Walter
Reed hospital, near Washington. You could be of
help to some of them every day, by reading aloud to
them.''
He immediately spread out his hand against this
suggestion. **I cannot bear the sight of human
suffering, ' ' he said. * * I find it too afliicting. ' '
A psychologic doctor would have been quite satis-
fied with those two statements. Added to what had
gone before, they were enough to rip the veil away
and disclose the true nature of this case. But it in-
terested me to go fishing for some more ^ * reactions. ' '
^*Well," I said, *Hhe Armistice saved much addi-
tional human suffering. I suppose that we should
rejoice that it came."
I certainly rejoice," he stated.
And yet, do you know," I continued, ** sometimes
I do not wholly rejoice. Sometimes I ask myself,
may it not have been premature!"
He sat erect. ** Premature? When it stopped the
war!"
**Yes, if it stopped it too soon for the wholesome
instruction of Germany."
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At the word " Germany '* I thought that I dis-
cerned some fleeting change in his face. But he said :
** Would you instruct any one, even your enemies,
by means of war t ' '
* * Certainly, if there was no other way. ' '
**Then you are quite against universal disarma-
ments
** Universal? How do you know that everybody
will come into that game, or keep the rules of the
game if they do come in! Don^t forget the Scrap
of Paper! Don't caress yourself with the thought
it will be the last Scrap that the world ever sees I ' '
* * I am sorry to hear you speak like this, ' ' he said.
**I never allow myself to be cynical. '^
**Just as much as we insure against fire,'' I pur-
sued, "we must insure against war. Never in mak-
ing our national plans and preparations can we
reckon mthont.the possible chance of war."
**I can't bear to hear you say that," he said.
**0h, there are compensations," I replied, very
lightly and deliberately. "War makes more men
than it kills. ' '
He threw both his flabby hands above hi& head.
"You have no idea what a horror I have of war!"
he intoned.
" I 'm quite sure that you have ! ' '
This slipped out before I could stop it; but he
missed it. His vague, lustrous eyes were filled with
his chronic preoccupation.
"But please don't imagine," I amplified, "that you
own the copyright of horror of war. That is no
monopoly of yours. It is shared by a good many
millions of us who would like war to become impos-
sible, and yet who would make war at any moment in
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the name of righteousness and to defend the liberty of
the human soul/'
**I have thought it out clear/' he intoned. **I
know where I stand. The most sacred thing in the
whole world is human life. Therefore anything that
takes human life is pure evil.''
**You're a Christian, I presume," I said.
* * It is certainly my effort to be one, ' ' he replied.
**Then what do you make out of the Crucifixion!"
I asked. ' "
I knew quite well how he must have dealt with
that, or would now deal with it, if my sudden ques-
tion had never till now presented itself to him. He
would push it quickly out of his mind, as he pushed
out every fact of history or nature or human nature
that caused the clockwork of his toy idealism to
slip a cog. But I was not prepared for the ingenuity
with which his subconscious self would instantly
protect itself.
*^I cannot discuss with you the Foxmder of my
Religion. ' '
**No, you can't," I murmured, lost for a moment
in admiration, which he took for defeat. I had
pushed him pretty close. He was not a self -known
hypocrite. But his under-self had felt the approach
of my probe to the spot it was hiding, and its resent-
ment had peeped through in a hard flash from his
eye and a brush of color that had already faded out
of his cheeks. In his eye was now a reproof at my
irreverent introduction of the Crucifixion. Well, I
would try for one * * reaction ' ' more.
I tapped upon my map, which lay spread upon the
table.
"By the way," I said, "there is service that you
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can do. Of course youVe seen all thisf And I
swept my hand in a general way from Amiens and
Picardy eastward and south across Soissons and
Beims to the edge of the Argonne, which was as much
of the devastated legions as this particular map
Included.
He leaned over and looked at the map, and then
he shook his head.
**I have been able to travel very little,'* he said.
*^My duties have been confining. *'
**Then you have not seen anything of the devas-
tated regions f
^*No.''
"Go and see them. There is your chance for
service.**
**I have no permit,** he said. "It requires
influence.**
"You forget your uncle. I*m seeing them, and I
have no uncle. All I did was to explain to the proper
people that I wanted to visit the devastated regions
in order to see with my own eyes what the Germans
had done to France, and then go home and report
it to Americans.**
"I have no wish to report it,** he replied coldly.
"I do not consider that any true service.**
"Why!**
"It has been too much reported already.**
"You*re mistaken. It cannot be too much re-
ported. * *
^ ^ May I inquire your reason for such an opinion t * *
"Because there is a pernicious spirit at home
which masquerades as Christianity. It preaches the
doctrine of forgiving and forgetting what the Ger-
mans have done to France and Belgium. Of course
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nothing could please or could profit the Germans
quite so well as that the world in general and Amer-
ica in particular should forget what they did, and
believe that they would never do it again. ' '
By the changes in his face t could read that in
this final attempt my success was going to be per-"
feet. When I had spoken of a pernicious spirit as
*^ masquerading as Christianity/' the same hard
gleam which I had detected once before again flashed
in his eye. By the time, however, that I had
finished speaking, he had schooled himself for the
moment. It might have been a preacher that now
addressed me in accents reproachful yet mild.
**Do you not think,'' he said, *Hhat we should for-
give our enemies!"
**I'm afraid you'll have to put that question a little
plainer before I can answer it, " said I.
^* Could anything be more plain than the words
themselves! Are we not told in the Bible to love
our enemies and do good to them that hate us t "
**We are. I don't, however, remember that we're
anywhere told to forgive other people's enemies."
His control held. He was still the benevolent,
Christian preacher of the Gospel of Peace.
**How does this strike you!" I asked him. **The
United States standing up with its hands spread
out in the attitude of blessing, and saying to Ger-
many : *I forgive you for carrying away French wives
and daughters to slavery and prostitution ; I forgive
you for throwing poison gas into the hospital and
streets of the French town of Mezieres in the last
few minutes before the Armistice was signed, and
thus killing the defenceless French whose town
you werei leaving in haste.' Does that sort of for*
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giveness strike yon as costing the forgiver very
muchf
He took instant and adroit advantage of my phrase.
^^Need forgiveness cost ns anything!" he asked,
raising one of his tell-tale hands. ^^Did it cost the
father much to forgive his prodigal son in the para-
ble t I admit that we shonld hate the sin, but let
us not hate the sinner. Bemember the prodigal son,
and how freely he was forgiven I ' '
**Aren^t you omitting a rather important part of
that parable?" said I. ^^The prodigal son said, ^I
will arise and go to my f ather, and will say unto
him. Father I have sinned against heaven and before
thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. '
Has Germany said anything like thatf "
It may have been from his talks to soldiers about
social purity between the acts of vaudeville enter-
tainments, or it may have been from other previous
experiences, that he had learned his various uses of
adroitness. Wherever he had been, he was certainly
skilful ; and his skill was, of course, seconded at every
turn by that under-self in him who was hiding the
spot he wished to remain xmknown both to himself
and to all the rest of the world. My facts about
French wives and poison gas at Mezieres he did not
take up ; he pushed them out of his mind automati-
cally, because they interfered with his psychological
dodb^ork. That mechanism was constructed to ring
melodious bells and thus drown the noises of reality
whenever they threatened to disturb his artificial
and perfectly sterile idealism.
**Both sides have been guilty of much that you and
I would condemn," he now said, intoning slightly
again.
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^^If you mean that men in hot blood commit acts
they wonld be ashamed of when they were cool/'
said I, ^^that is not what I am taUdng about. I am
talking about a plan of atrocity worked out by the
Oerman Staff in advance^ the proofs of which you can
see for yourself if you visit the devastated regions."
He smiled. ^^ There has been so much exaggera-
tion."
** Exaggeration ? I don't know what you call Lord
Bryce's report. Or the French report of Monsieur
B6dier."
**But they were enemies of Germany," the up-
lif ter reminded me.
^*Have you read their reports!"
He paused. That was in order to look as if he
had read them, and was now being judicial about
their contents. I doubted his ever having heard
Bedier's name before; but he could hardly have es-
caped hearing something about the investigation of
German atrocities in Belgium conducted under the
auspices of Lord Bryce. Our papers had spoken of
it, and the facts presented in the pamphlets had been
upon many lips. He would be well aware that these
facts, like the sights in the devastated regions, would
be disturbing to his psychological clockwork. There-
fore, to avoid the trouble of putting them out of his
mind, he would never let them come into it.
**Lord Bryce," he began in a weighty and dispas-
sionate manner, ^ 4s an eminent man. He is an honest
man. We are all convinced of his sincerity."
** Quite so," saidL
**But we must not forget that Lord Bryce may
have been deceived. He was not on the spot. He
did not see those alleged deeds committed with his
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own eyes. How conld he be sure that the witnesses
were telling the trathf
^* Don't yon think that with his long career in Par-
liament and in pnblic life that he woiJd have become
fairly expert in snch matters, pretty carefnl to sift
what was laid before himf
**My dear sir, matnre judges have been deceived
before. Who of ns is infallible t ' '
**But there was the Supplemental Report, contain-
ing photographs of letters written, and diaries — all
in the handwriting of Germans, who recorded not
only the atrocities they saw others conmiit, but the
atrocities they committed themselves. They were
photographs, remember, with the dates, and the
names of the writers, their rank, and the regiments
to which they belonged.''
He smiled again. **Can you and I be sure that
these photographs were not forgeries T ' '
It was growing late. No one was left in the cafe
but ourselves and the waiters. These were noisily
lifting chairs from the floor and piling them upside
down upon the empty tables, casting upon us the
while looks of increasing inhospitality. I decided
that I must bring him to a boil. So long as he re-
mained tepid — ^and he knew the strategic value of a
moderate temperature very shrewdly — ^he could not
be surprised into that final ^^ reaction" which would
complete the quod erat demonstrandum of his case.
To surprise him circumspection was needed, and
therefore I began my approach from quite a safe
distance.
* * Of course I cannot prove to you that those photo-
graphs of letters in Lord Bryce 's Supplemental Re-
port were authentic documents. To do that I should
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have to «how you the letters in the presence of those
who had written them, and have the men state xmder
oath that it was their own handwriting. But on the
other hand, how can yon prove to me that they were
not genuine t ' '
*'I admit freely that I can not. Therefore I hold
my opinion in reserve. That is what I so wish yon
would do about all these matters.*'
He did not know how nearly this remark brought
me to a boil. But I continued to stalk him.
**Have you heard anything about Shantung f I
inquired. ** Hints reach me that it is giving them
trouble at the Peace Conference. ' ' I spoke softly.
**0h, no,*' he replied. **I am not near enough to
anybody there."
**IVe never been to Japan,*' I said, **or to China
either. China must be still a very strange place. Is
it Canton or Shanghai that's the capital f"
*^Why, Peking is the capital."
* ' You 've seen it t How I envy you 1 " I spoke more
softly still.
**No. I have had no opportunity to visit China."
* ^ Then, how do you know that Peking is the capi-
tal! " This I almost whispered. A sudden change
had come into his look, but he was too late.
^^You have never seen Peking with your own
eyes," I pursued. **You can not know that it is
really the capital of China. You have taken the word
of maps and geographies for it. How do you know
that they are not forgeries! Should you not hold
your opinion in reserve!"
He rose abruptly. * * I will bid you good-night, ' ' he
said. **I thought I was talking to a man who lived
on the higher plane."
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He was gone at once. More slowly, I folded my
map and sUd it back into its cover, and left the cafe
to the piles of chairs and the impatient waiters. I
had brought him to a boil, the lid he so tightly kept
upon his under-self had come off, and up from the
bottom had bubbled the key-word that unlocked him.
This case of diseased psychology was demonstrated.
France was filled with ^^uplifters'* such as he, con-
scientious objectors to common-sense, all living upon
the *^ higher plane.'' So, unluckily, is America.
XVI
OHBMIN DB FEB DB L^BST
Early the next morning after my talk with the
nplifter, I entered the Gare de PEst. Above the
stream of travellergi on their way to the platforms of
the Eastern railroad in Paris, beacons a white dial,
a meeting-place for many. Swarms of our dough-
boys surrounded it ; French passengers were lost in
this crowd. To these American soldiers returning
from their permissions, the sight of themselves here,
and the sound of their own voices was nothing out
of the way, but it was like a dream to me. I had
sped past the dial so often in other days, that now
to come upon this flood of the New World in khaki
beneath it, literally submerging the Old World, made
me stare.
The New World flooded my train, part of which
was going to Metz, and part to Strasbourg. After
some five hours it would divide at a junction which
lay to the southeast of the St. Mihiel country, the next
step of our pilgrimage. All the way we should run
just within, or just along, the edge of battle-grounds
as ancient as Csesar and as recent as Foch ; through
Meaux and La Ferte-sous-Jouarre on the Mame,
whence the Hun had been beaten back in Septem-
ber, 1914; through Chateau-Thierry; through Mezy,
where on July 15th, 1918, the 38th Eegiment of our
3rd Division with a platoon of the 30th had won its
name, ^*The Bock of the Marne.'^ All the more be-
cause we had passed some of these places yesterday,
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either in daylight or in dark, I was glad that they
were to come by again, and I should have liked to
get out and waJk and linger over all that ground
where our soldiers had stopped Ludendorff. Bight
down the time-table of our Strasbourg express, name
after name sounded the overtones of historic asso-
ciation: Jaulgonne and Dormans rang with Ameri-
can dash ; ilSpemay bubbled with memories of golden
wine ; farther up the valley we should follow the
Mame and be running io the south of Blanc Mont
and Suippes, and the Main de Massiges, that Cham-
pagne country where Gouraud had splendidly halted
Ludendorff. Then, with Chalons-sur-Mame behind
us, our train would run on eastward below
Ste. Menehould, below the Argonne, beyond the
Mame, the Meuse, the Moselle, and so after
dividing reach its two destinations over rails
now once again wholly upon French soil. The
last time that I had travelled on this Chemin de Fer
de I'Est, my course had been from Strasbourg as far
as Avricourt across land of the Kaiser's, descended
to him from his grandfather, who had torn it from
the map of France after the Bismarck victory in
1871. After forty-seven years Alsace and Lorraine
were French once more, and America had helped to
bring this about. I thought of the crowds beneath
the clock and of the trains drawn up by the platforms
during the years before we came in, the black years
of Verdun, and the mutiny of 1917. Those trains
had carried soldiers daily up the Mame valley, grave
soldiers in blue, going to Ste. Menehould, the Ar-
gonne, Vaux, and Douaiunont, many of them destined
never to see the clock again.
To-day it was our soldiers who crowded the train.
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They were returning to their regiments at various
places, each fresh (or stale) from his "permission**
in Paris, and the scene recalled to me in a way cer-
tain trains at home between New York and Boston,
when our boys are going back to their various New
England schools after the Christmas holidays. As
I walked slowly beside the long train, its open win-
dows hummed with the sound of voices jocund and
youthful. No more than the school-boys converse
about Caesar and his Gallic war, did these doughboys
make references to the historic interest of the jour-
ney before them. Bits of their talk reached me from
the windows, and it was all what you would naturally
expect and some that you would naturally not repeat.
Dearly should I have liked to join them and hear
something of their Parisian adventures and impres-
sions, their murmur sounded so buoyant, so charm-
ing to my elderly ears. Thus certainly did Csesar's
legionaries, and possibly even Attila's, gaily converse
between slaughters, without any more suspicion that
their deeds were destined heavily to bore the school-
boys of today than these vivacious fellows from the
Hudson and the Mississippi, whom the train of the
Chemin de Fer de l*Est would presently be rushing
over Caesar *s and Attila's ground, were aware that
their deeds, too, would heavily bore the school-boys
of the future. They in their turn had made history,
and farther from home that ever Caesar or Attila
had been able to get. The train was not starting yet,
and I continued to walk along it, looking at this new
vision of America in the Old World. Some tales of
ill behavior on the part of our men had reached
me, to be sure, and of certain harsh and even cruel
punishments, which a young soldier friend has since
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told me lie believed on the whole, timely, in spite of
their widely published excess. I can quite believe it.
Upon thousands of lusty youths, far from home, let
loose from military discipline upon a great metropo-
lis, a firm hand needs to be kept. But ill behavior
was not the prevailing characteristic of our boys,
and a picture of them has been drawn by a French-
man, Andre Chevrillon, whose delightful pages, en-
titled ^^The Americans at Brest,'* give what I fancy
represents the impression which France will retain
of us when incidental memories of roughness and
discord have died away. In the first days of their
home-coming our soldiers, just like those I had met
in Paris streets, cherished some resentments, chiefly
connected with high prices ; but two years later, the
officers and enlisted men whom I happened to tell
that I was goiag back to take another look at France,
never failed to exclaim, with light in their eyes, that
they wished they were going too. And quite often
they would add, that if I should visit such and such
a place, would I look up a certain house where they
had been billeted, or a certaiQ comer where they
had been wotmded, or some other thing, some hill
or wood or street or bank or stream that was now
become a magnet in their memories, drawing their
spirits back to France, the country of their great
adventure. That is what Time does for us all.
Not every window of this long train was filled with
a doughboy, nor was every car dedicated to them.
At certain windows French travellers stood and
stared out with that particular glare, which we all
assume in European trains, to discourage everybody
else from entering our compartment to take a seat.
But these glares did not worry me. Our young cap-
178 NEIGHBOES HENCEFOBTH
tain whom we had began to see at 37, Bne de Bas*
sanoy and begun to know at Belleau Wood, had ns
still in his charge and had taken every care of ns in
the matter of tickets and reserved seats in this early-
starting and thickly-peopled train. Our car was of
German make, allotted to France after the Armistice,
and of better build, more solid and handsome in every
respect than French cars. After we had attained
full speed it was a cautious rate, never above thirty-
five miles an hour. Owing to the dilapidations of
road-beds during four years of fighting, all trains
ran slower, those between Paris and Strasbourg now
taking from twelve to thirteen hours instead of seven
or eight. Over this line three expresses now ran
daily ; in 1914 there had been nine or ten. The great
through expresses to Constantinople, Carlsbad, and
Berlin, for instance, had of course all been abolished.
About twenty express trains were now running in
the whole of France.
Special trains were arranged for our doughboys
between their various important camps and the dif-
ferent leave areas, but these could not wholly relieve
the regular trains of their burden. From certain
of the best expresses the enlisted man was excluded
by order — ^and this most naturally was a challenge
to his young spirit ; he got aboard them whenever he
could dodge our military police, and exerted his en-
tire guile to stay in them without being discovered
and turned out before the journey *s end.
Soon after we had reached the Marne, I made a
progress of exploration through the congested cor-
ridors of almost all the cars. I squeezed my way
through knots of doughboys blocking the passage,
leaning, smoking, loquacious, thinking little of other
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passengers, few of them intentionally mae, most of
them merely yonng and rongh and in high spirits.
As I worked along back and forth through the long
train/ and realized that trains all over France, every
day in the week, were running to and from the leave
areas bursting with young America, I felt more in-
dulgent than ever to the French impatience with us,
I could have put the case better now to the discon-
tented soldiers with whom I had reasoned in Paris
streets and shops.
The wide-awake fellow from Danbury had said:
**Do you think if they had come over and saved
New York and Bridgeport and New Haven for us,
we^d be showing them the door like they're showing
ittousr'
**Yes,'' I should certainly now have replied. *^I
think we should be showing them the door, and less
civilly. Would you find it easy to say to them every
time they swarmed into your train, trod on your
instep, shoved their elbows into your ribs, and filled
your face with tobacco smoke, *Keep it up, dear
saviour of my country. How can I ever forget that
nine months ago you fought at Mezyf ' '^
Lovely in the quiet rain was this valley of many
wars, seeming to grow greener as the drops continued
to fall gently upon it. It was as if May each hour were
turning higher the lights of spring, and spring were
visibly feathering the trees along the Marne. We
passed the tower of Meaux, the fields sloping up to
woods, the steeper banks, the levels by the winding
river. To our right at first, then after Trilport to
our left, it curved constantly across our way, and
sometimes we lost it in the sudden darkness of a
tunnel to emerge upon it again in the sudden light.
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We soon passed into the zone of rain. Not the least
gniesome sight here were solitary houses, off on the
hillsides, gutted within, with grey walls standing
roofless, and black window-holes like eyes that
watched you though they were blind : mile after mUe
of this among the ploughed and sown slants of culti-
vated soil, that chequered the sloping boundaries of
the valley. The land here had been less wrecked
than the buildings and was coming to life again, but
they were not. And out there beyond sight across
the river to the north, if you followed those little
roads up the hiUs, you would come into the plain of
Tardenois and be swallowed at once in the wide-
stretching desolation of the Ourcq and the Aisne
and the Vesle, and could go on to your right or your
left or in front, and look at Beims, Soissons, Coucy-
le-Chateau, St. Quentin, and so to Ypres, and never
take one step that was not upon the grave of some-
thing. ^
At Epemay we made a considerable pause, and
I got out, and on the platform beheld the manufac-
ture of some international hate. A boy of about eigh-
teen had rolled the customary two-story edifice of
trays on wheels along beside the cars. Bread, or-
anges, champagne, with other food and drink, filled
the trays, and the doughboys were stretching their
arms out of the windows toward these refreshments,
I didn^t catch what prices the boy had asked for his
wares, but I came in time to hear the loud results.
Some of the soldiers had jumped down and sur-
rounded him and his rolling booth, and stood with
the buns and the bottles they had picked out, curs-
ing him for a robber and a cheat. On him was evi-
dently pouring their accumulated resentment for
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many over-charges. He stood dazed and sulky amid
the storm of language, speaking not a word of Eng-
lish, but perfectly able to understand that he was
being called obscene and filthy names for what was
no fault of his. He hadn't made the prices, they had
been set by the proprietor of the buffet in the station.
And he was so much younger ^;han the soldiers I
"Say,*' shouted one of them, **you ought to be
glad for our buying your stuff.*'
And another from the window, pointing to some
eatable :
**Say, Eain-in-the-face, how much is that?"
I couldn't help laughing at this and at several
more of their violent remarks; but I was ashamed
of them, and of myself, too, for not protesting. How
often had this boy been forced to receive similar in-
sults, what sentiments toward America was he going
to retain and spread, how many such scenes had been
enacted throughout France f And if this was excep-
tional and I had chanced upon a spot of blackguards
in khaki, would such spots stain all the decenter
rest of us in the French memory?
Of such spots I had heard elsewhere. Every day
to some soldiers quartered in the north, a lady of
the neighborhood sent good things from her kitchen
garden, and, constant in her appreciation of our com-
ing over, had made these soldiers welcome to the
pleasant grounds of her estate. This did not stop
some of them from loud and unfavorable opinions
of the French, expressed continually in a trolley car
that ran through the district. There they sat talk-
ing one day, and there sat the lady too ; and an army
surgeon, who could bear it no longer, rebuked them
and was told to mind his business. But he reported
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the scandal to the commandiBg officer, and there was
no more of it. Which was France going to remem-
ber, the army snrgeon or the ''roughnecks''? It
was not only enlisted men, it was officers as well,
whose words and conduct spotted American reputa-
tion. As when, for instance, a certain general accom-
panied a film machine and a certain benevolent
organization to a certain hospital, and there ordered
out the convalescent men and staged a moving pic-
ture which ''featured'' himself. Assuming his pos-
ture, he ordered the patients to race and pick up
little gifts flung to them by the benevolent organiza-
tion. When the photograph was finished the little
gifts were taken back from the convalescents, and
the general with his benevolent apparatus marched
on to a new place and had more films made. Or
again, for instance, when a certain officer issued an
order that "The -th regiment will de-French and
de-louse at j and embark on the -th." These ex-
amples — ^more could be given — should suffice to re-
mind any American, inclined to complain of French
shortcomings, that the boot is not always on the
same leg. That the conduct of our enlisted men was
on the whole more creditable than that of their com-
missioned officers is something that I have heard
too often from commissioned officers themselves not
to believe. Some of the unfit were weeded out, but
the Armistice came too soon for this process to be
complete. Quite naturally, much more impregnable
conceit was to be found among the middle-aged vege-
table officers of our regular army than in those who
had come from successful responsibility in civil life.
While discussing our army with me, a French gen-
eral said:
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**WliGn an American officer told me that I need
not tell him anything^ I knew that I had a bad soldier
to deal with. When an American officer asked me
to tell him what to do, I knew that he wonld prove
a good soldier/' He went on to explain with illus-
trations how admirable he had f onnd the Americans,
how qnick to seize a point. ^^Make them understand
a thing once,'* he said, **and you need feel no more
anxiety. They wonld carry it out. ' ' ^
Among our doughboys the spot at Epemay is the
only one that I saw, and this makes me sure that the
French are sincere and not merely polite when they
express admiration of us, as they do today: our
general tone must have been wonderfully decent.
Two years later, when a lady who lived on a great
estate in the eastern part of the country was speak-
ing to me of the war as it was after we had come in,
and of the Americans who had during some months
in 1918 occupied part of her ancient house and part
of her land, she had such cordial words to say that
I exclaimed :
"Well, I hope that you are not telling this to me
just because I am an American! I hope that our
boys did conduct themselves pretty weU on the
^olet*' / K C?^^
' * But they were charming ! We shall never forget
them : so gay, so athletic, and some of them so good
looking ! And they always thanked us for the little
that we could do for themu^' Then she smiled and
shrugged her shoulders. "Some little Americans
are running about in our village today ; but that was
quite likely the fault of our own lasses.''
"You are very indulgent," I replied; "and from
the chronicles of chivalry it would appear that wan-
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dermg warriors have always been apt to leave' their
portraits behind them."
It was none the less new to think of : our dough-
boys home by the Hudson and the Mississippi, or
sleeping in their graves by the Mame and the Mouse,
and little Americans strewed about in Lorraine, and
Dauphine, and Anjou.
Nobody ever seemed to get out of this train ; they
fieemed only to get in. They had an excellent oppor-
tunity to leave us at Chalons-sur-Mame, and one
other at Vitry-le-FrauQois, but these they neglected
and stuck to their seats closer than brothers, while
the corridors remained congested with standing pas-
sengers. Everyone was apparently bound at least
as far as we were, and when an emissary in uniform
from the restaurant car pushed his way past the
door of our compartment, announcing —
** Dejeuner deuxieme! Deuxieme service de-
jeuner I'* —
I felt my approbation of the French system in-
crease. The steward's announcement may well be
translated into the rubric that I once heard a black
waiter upon the Michigan Central poetically chant-
ing through my Pullman :
''Second caU
In the breakfast halll"
We rose and manoeuvred towards the distant food,
our minds at rest. At home, with the number of
passengers upon our train, and but one restaurant
car, attaining a meal would have proved a struggle
to which we very likely might have preferred starva-
tion. In France there is no standing for thirty or
sixty miles at the door of the dioing-car, or lurching
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about in its vestibule, till your turn comes. Before
yoTi get into your train, yon stop at the steps, where
the steward gives yon a ticket for the service yon
prefer, nnless yon are late, when yon may have to
take what yon can get. Sometimes there are three
services, each lasting abont an honr. Once yon pos-
sess yonr ticket, yonr cares are over, yon sit qniet
nntil yonr ** service'' is called, and then yon go and
find a seat ready for yon at a table which has been
cleanly re-set. To all this onr vigilant captain had
attended. While we comfortably ate, drinking good
white wine with it, the landscape flattened and wid-
ened, marshes passed, and spreads of water, in which
many stnnted willows stood in lines or clnmps like
children wading. Behind this imtronbled scene of
spring, lay always the conntry of mins and graves,
Massiges, Ste. Menehonld, the Argonne.
East and west every day traveled onr donghboys
on this Chemin de Fer de PEst, npon which I shall
never travel again withont affectionately thinking of
them. Like the Chemin de Fer dn Nord and no other
of the great French railways, its main lines and
branches crossed and pervaded the npheaved regions
of the war, and npon both I have made many jonr-
neys to the land of silence. Over most of their miles
of track nothing was mnning in May 1919, their
msty rails stretched throngh emptiness, or were torn
np. Whilst I have been travelling in their cars, I
have thonght often of those trains that dnring the
years of strife had taken soldiers of France and
England, not to the land of silence, bnt to the land
of bombs and gas and flames. My own safe jonr-
neys can never be forgotten, and pictnres of varions
fellow-traveUers remain vivid in my memory, espe-
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cially those of fhe Chemin de Fer de I'Est, of which
my impressions are more copious. Once along the
Meuse^ I was going to a small village to find, if I
could, the grave of an American boy. I had the com*
partment to myself until at our second stop the door
opened and in got a rosy French girl whose eyes
sparkled upon a young Frenchman as rosy. They
sat opposite each other by their window, I sat at
mine. Unless it was the better to gaze at each other
I couldn't imagine then, and can't now, why they
were not sitting on the same seat, for really, such
honeymooning I have never beheld by dayUght, and
I am sixty-one years old. Not to be in the way, I
looked out of my window with the utmost delicacy,
and repeated verses from the ^^Song of Solomon."
But at a sharp slap I jumped round.
^^ Isn't she wicked t" he asked me, gay spirits and
tenderness blending in his tones.
^^Yes, indeedl" I exclaimed. His cheek was red
from her hand.
What was the use in looking out of the window?
They went on quite regardless of me, until the
train slowed for a station. Then he gave her such
a kiss that she protested.
^^But the monsieur doesn't mind us," he assured
her, and both their glances appealed to me, hers
saying, **You see I can't stop himi" and his, "You
understand!"
We halted and she got out. At the open door a
little baby was lifted up to her, evidently by its grand-
parents. She took it from them, while he waved
ardent good-byes to her and the family group.
**Then you're not getting out with hert" I ex-
claimed to him in surprise and sympathy.
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He was not, he had to go to his work at another
place. He had been taking her for a little holiday.
Soon I had left the train, and was walking by a
broken wall among crosses, reading the names of
the dead and of the battles where they had fallen.
The Chemin de Fer de PEst has furnished my
memory with many pictures. That harsh scene of
our doughboys and the French lad at Epemay has
been softened by timiB and reflection, and also by a
sprightly performance, in which I played a slight
part. We had got into a Paris express at Bar-le-
Duc, and according to my wont I began after a time
to wander along the corridors to see what I could
see. Disappointment was my first ** reaction^' (that
uplifter has poisoned my vocabulary with his cant-
ing jargon), I found neither honeymooners nor
doughboys, but only the average population of any
French express train. As I was standing in the
corridor of a second-class car, looking out of the
window and thinking I would give up my search
for local color and go back to my own car, the door
of the lavatory opened and three doughboys came
out. Why three at once in a lavatory t And why only
three on the whole train! And why had I not seen
them when I was exploring? I wanted to ask them
how long they had been in there, but this seemed
too leading a question for an entire stranger. They
stopped beside me and stood watching the scenery
with what struck me as an interest more lively than
it justified : flat fields, marshes and stretches of water
with willows, should hardly absorb three doughboys,
unless they were all landscape painters. Nothing
was said by any of us for a whUe, until at last one
of them addressed me with a certain hesitation ;
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"Do you speak English?''
"Oh, yes/'
"Could you tell ns how soon we get to Chalons t"
"Well," I answered, "at a guess, I should say
in about forty-five minutes."
Why did they all laugh f
This I did not inquire^ but asked :
"Are you getting out at Chalons t" at which they
laughed still more.
"Oh, no," one said. "We've got three days' per-
mission for Paris, but we're not allowed to ride on
this fast through train. Our police will pull us off
at Chalons if they see us. They nearly caught us at
the last stop. "
"111 not tell," said I. Then we were all merry
together.
"Have you ever been in the States?" asked one.
"Gk)d bless your heart, I've been there for two
hundred years!" Then wet fraternized more than
ever.
"The French military police are all right," they
told me. "It's ours that make the trouble for us."
Presently I returned to my compartment, and there
found that I had given wrong information to those
three confiding boys. We were due at Chalons at
six, thirty minutes sooner than I had told them, and
it was now five minutes to six. I hastened back to
them with this news, at which they immediately
rushed tumbling into the lavatory.
"If the police comes, " said one, "tell him there's
a lady in here." And they locked the door. The
little indicator by the handle turned to "occupied."
I should think it was !
I stood guard. We reached Chalons at six and left
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it at six-twenty-two. No police came^ but one pas-
senger tried the door three times, and I shall never
forget his face. As the train began to move out of
the station, I felt that I had done my duty, and re-
turned to our compartment, and narrated the circum-
stances to my companions. Just as I was finishing,
the three boys came by, looked in, and on seeing me
they all laughed joyously.
**We made the riffle!** cried one.
On the whole I think that the Chemin de Fer de
PEst is my favoritei railway in France.
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BAB-IiE-DtrO
Ify in the silence of that wounded land which I
had come to see, one visited a town not wholly dead
and empty, those living there were making the best
of it, were meeting life, with such a spirit and aspect
that their effort was simply never visible. One had
come to know so well the seal which the war had set
upon all faces, that attention noted it no longer, but
took it for granted, unaware, and looked at other
things. At the time I was immersed in my journeys,
the sorrow of it prevailed in my imagination ; today,
as I think back, it is the pride in human nature which
can so splendidly meet distress as these French were
doing that dwells chiefly in memory. Never was
such horror dealt to any people, never have any
people so indomitably faced it, not at the moment
of stress alone, but in the forlorn prolongation of
its aftermath. Here at this little town of Bar-le-Duc,
though noon was gone and we had watched ruins since
early morning, the work of bombs still was visible.
Far behind us on the Mame — ^a hundred miles, I
suppose — ^we had passed the wrecks of way-stations,
such as Dormans, and here also the station roof was
shattered, walls had jagged holes in them, and in the
platform itself was a descent to some hiding-place,
where the railway people had gone during hours
when the Huns were sailing overhead.
The town had suffered in no degree comparable
to such places as Albert, through which the tides of
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BAR-LE-DUC 191
obliteration had raged back and forth. Bar-le-Duc
stood on the outer rim of a storm-centre and, saved
from the worst, had not been pnt ont of existence,
bnt retained all its features whole — ^streets, houses,
statues, churches, park; and its shops were open,
with iron crosses and other still rather fresh relics
for sale. After getting away from the ruins at the
station, you might not have seen anything to remind
you that war had paid this place a visit, but for those
painted words upon so many dwellings: ^* Shelter, '^
^^Cellar,*' "Vaulted Cellar.^' These, which I had
first noticed at Noyon, and met continually since in
many towns, showed that war had flown here through
the air. It was the starting point of what came to
be known as the Sacred Boad, over which rolled the
endless chain of camions that during so many months
brought supplies to Verdun. This road had been
a creation of General P6tain's resourceful mind;
without it Verdun could not have stood, with it he
was able to make good his quiet, great word, "They
shall not pass." The main line of the Eastern railway
is connected at Bar-le-Duc with Verdun by a branch,
a feeble affair with but a single track in 1914; and
one cannot help thinking that the French Govern-
ment, had it been the German Government, would
have been careful to make it solid and ready for war
emergencies, long in advance of the event.
In the streets and by the station, some of our offi-
cers and men in khaki made visible the presence of
America, and the rule of the military police was,
as we found one afternoon, still rigorous. As we
strolled along the Boulevard de la Bochelle, the time
of day suggested tea to our captain and beer to me,
so we sat ourselves at a table on the pavement in
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front of the Cafe de Commerce. We could hardly
have touched onr chairs when out flew the lady who
commanded the cafe while her husband was in the
army. We must come inside, she declared; it was
not allowed for an officer in uniform to be seen drink-
ing in public.
**But, madame/' protested our captain, almost
piteously. * * Since it is only tea that I ask for ! ^ '
**No, no, no, monsieur le Capitaine, it won't do at
all. I cannot serve you here, not even tea. If it was
only your American police, they are so kind! I
would not fear them, but our French police, it is
they that are the bad ones, ah yes ! You must not
stay here. Enter, I pray you.' '
We entered, and retired meekly far back into the
comer, where my friends had their tea and I my
beer. At another table sat two healthy little boys,
one in knickerbockers, each sedately having his glass
of beer too.
Upon the wall above our table still hung the procla-
mation of the Armistice, its words tingling with joy
and patriotism.
Mairie de Bar-le-Duc
Mes chers Concitoyens
Le Jour de gloire est arrival
Vive 1 'Alsace-Lorraine!
Vive la France! Vive la Rfipublique!
Vivent k jamais nos Alli^!
le Maire,
J. Moulin.
En Mairie a Bar-le-Duc, 11 November, 1918.
The eleventh of November, 1918 ! The brightness
of that day, not yet six months ago, was even now
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beginning to darken. Some minds already saw tliat
the work of the politicians was going to undo much
of the soldiers' work, and that the '*new heaven and
new earth,'' announced to mankind by the Prime
Minister of Great Britain, were of the same substance
as the rest of his abundant phrases. Here in Bar-le-
Due an American officer perceived and spoke the
truth about the allotting of Shantxmg, torn from
China by Germany, to Japan.
** Japan," he said, ^*sat into the game and never
spoke till she knew her time for a bluff had come.
Then she told them that if they didn't pass the stolen
goods on to her, she wouldn't join their League of
Nations. They passed the goods all right, but that
puts ridicule on the League of Nations. ' '
**Our doughboys," said I, **seem as anxious to
leave France as Mr. Wilson was to come to it."
With military correctness he ignored this refer-
ence to his commander-in-chief. **The French are
equally anxious to move back into their houses, which
we are occupying; in Verdun a Frenchman is living
in the txmnel of the citadel, waiting for Americans
to get out of the only habitable room left in his
bombed house."
**I've been urging some of our boys," said I, *'not
to be too hard on the French."
"It's the howlers who tell of French prices," he
said. **In a town in Oklahoma where I was, prices
were just as bad. Personally I have met more gen-
erosity here than at home. In this town there is a
manufacturer whose sheds I have been using as a
garage. He had to remove all his stuff to make room
for me. I wanted to pay him, but he refused to
accept a cent. He said, ^You came over and saved
194 NEIGHBOES HENCEFORTH
us. It's very little for me to do/ Keep up your
talk to the complainers, ' ' he added. "It's astonish-
ing how few understand that we must make allow-
ances for other people's ways."
One of the "ways" of Bar-le-Duc is renowned,
and no allowances have to be nmde for it. I allude
to a sort of currant preserve ; and when my second
glass of beer was finished, I asked the lady of the
cafe for some, but she had none. In response to
my expression of genuine woe, she told me how to
find my way to the factory where the delicacy was
made.
It was not at all far away, I was soon ringing the
bell.
They had none.
"No, m'sieur. None since four months."
"Madame, mademoiselle!" I cried, "don't say
that to me."
"Alas, monsieur, not one since four months."
"Madame, mademoiselle, I have come expressly
six thousand kilometres. Pensez y, madame!"
"Ah, m'sieur, it is you Americans who have them
all eaten. You are such sweet tooths."
"Oh, madame, now I shall go home six thousand
kilometres, blushing for the greediness of my com-
patriots. ' '
"Eh, m'sieur, it is not a mortal sin, the greediness !
But see, when we have sugar again, we shall be able
to make your currants."
"Ah!" I exclaimed. "It is the absence of sugar,
not the presence of Americans."
"It is the sugar, monsieur. But without doubt the
Americans quickly discover what is good. ' '
Currants might be wanting in Bar-le-Duc, but the
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Frencli spirit was here, smiling, joking, going on
with existence undaunted. The commerce of the
place was killed, not the courage that would bring
it again to life.
The town lies enclosed by hills quite near together,
and to the south it has climbed part way up their
sides; so that one-half the population looks down
from among its plentiftd trees upon the roofs steeply
mingling in the bottom of the cup. It is only a little
cupful of France^ but into it great tradition has been
stirred. The statues of two marshals, bom here,
rise in their separate squares, and on the pedestal
of one, Exelmans, stand the words that Napoleon
Bpoke to him: **One cannot be braver than thou."
I came upon this after crossing a bridge with a little,
ancient tower upon it. The bridge was small, the
river narrow, but a marshal of Napoleon had walked
there, and long before his day, the Dukes of Bar.
The little river ran between a vista of poplars, be-
neath arches of stone ; and though the houses along
the quays by the poplars were not fine dwellings, old
French masons had proportioned their lines, and
French grace filled this formal avenue made by the
river upon which their windows faced. Yes ; Bar-
le-Duc has more than currants to give its inhabitants.
Over the entrance to its shady little park is the
admirable text: **Plus penser que dire" — **More
thought than speech' '; and a notice within the gate
reminds one that, **this park being common prop-
erty, is placed under the safeguard of the towns-
folk.*' The back of the Hotel de Ville forms one
corner of these lawns and walks, stone steps lead
down from it to them, and its walls rise above them,
not high, but proportioned by old French masons.
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and stained with the seasoned hues of time. Gn
each side of the stone steps couches a lion with a
conversational expression; one lion seems slightly
to be pouting, as if he would say: ** Lunch was not
what I had a right to expect;" the other smiles
sleepily, and he would certainly say: *^ Lunch came
up to my ideas." The sky was blue as I sat on a
bench near these decorous beasts, water trickled
down the carvings of a fountain into a slumberous
basin, flowers framed the borders of the lawns and
daisies starred their sod. The tops of trees new-
leaved rose like green islands in the sea of steep
roofs, and loveliness hung quietly over the town.
It is by no means a town of the first rank in beauty
or interest, but its present is mellowed with the glow
of messages from the past. Did our doughboys, when
they had eaten up the currants of Bar-le-Duc, find
any of this nourishment for the mind and spirit, or
had wise Kansas, on his island, been right when he
said that unless you brought education with you to
France, France would teach you nothing except riper
modes of sensuality! I wondered if the stone arches
over the river, its gracious avenue of poplaris, the
little old tower on the bridge, the marshal of Napo-
leon, the wise legend over the garden-gate, *^Plus
penser que dire," had not perhaps left a memory
and a yearning here and there in the American mind ;
if perhaps some of our soldiers, after getting back to
their own thriving, well-drained, well-lighted towns
of the West, might not sometimes miss that inward
illumination which shone here as in every old town
of France, and which even the most improved light-
and-power plant cannot provide.
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ALONG THE SACRED WAT
These French and these sights of France that I
was seeing, hour after hour, and day after day, would
sometimes string to its highest tautness every nerve
of attention, and sometimes slack and stnpefy me
into those trances wherein I seemed for a while to
notice nothing of the world external ; the only thing
that they never did was to stale my interest in this
spectacle of gigantic ruin: not a mile of it, as it
nnfolded through those four hundred miles that I
travelled right and left within it, ever grew duU
through sameness. If this seem strange, if any one
who has merely been told about the ravage, wonder
how a panorama of changeless wreck, of houses,
farms, churches, villages, and forests chewed up and
spit out by the jaws of war, can fail to weary in the
end, it is because the visible unrolling of all this
nourished and enlarged, not knowledge alone, but
also emotion. The variety was within, and never
died. No battle was like another nor any individual
story of man or woman : so that into one ^s streaming
thoughts came constantly the words, **This, too, the
Germans did,*' or "This, too, France suffered,*' and
absorption grew under it as does the scholar's who
pursues a chosen path, or as something new fills
every moment the over-sheltered body that has gone
for breath to the mountains or the ocean. Such a
breath of pity and awe blew here, that into the stream
198 NEIGHBOES HENCEFORTH
of thought often came also the words, **Who, after
seeing this, can ever be the same again f
Our first few miles out of Bar-le-Duc are nearly
a blank, scarce more than a general green and love-
liness of spring present upon changing slopes, no
clearer memory than this, because the nerves of
attention had slacked and I was thinking of Nau-
heim, not of La Voie Sacree. I had strolled about
the German resort in May and June, 1914, admiring
the order, the system, the thoroughness, the thought-
ful care of detail, the plan wrought out to success.
During one of these walks a Zeppelin had sailed over
us, and this apparition suggested that Germany
would devote the same care to planning war as she
did to planning peace.
**It is quite likely,^' said I to my companion, **that
in their War OflSce at Berlin they have blue prints
and specifications of every bridge, tunnel, signal-
tower, and siding of the Pennsylvania Railroad.**
In less than four weeks, Ferdinand the Archduke
had been assassinated at Serajevo ; in less than eight,
more Americans than we were beginning to suspect
the care which Germany devoted to planning war.
One evening of that first winter, after the French at
the Mame and the British at Ypres had blocked
German plans, and 468 miles of fortified trench ran
across France from the Channel to Switzerland, I
was sitting at dinner next the president of the Penn-
sylvania Railroad, and I repeated to him my remark
at Nauheim.
**Why that's not so far from the truth,** he said.
Then I learned a tale of German thoroughness, new
and typical.
A§ far back as 1903, there was usually an engineer-
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ing attache at the German Embassy in Washington.
To him or his emissaries the Pennsylvania railroad
was accustomed to furnish free transportation as well
as information about mechanical appliances and im-
provementSy including all the blue prints that they
asked for. But Germany did not return the compli-
ment. In Mardi 1904, when the Pennsylvania's
chief signal engineer came home from a sort of
roving commission to visit and study certain Euro-
pean railway systems, he made in his report parti*
cular mention of the courteous treatment accorded
his committee by aU railroad officials with whom he
came in contact in England and Scotland ; but about
Berlin he was entirely silent. This was because
in Berlin he had found the door shut, and was told
that the E!aiser had the key. In consequence of this
experience, the president in 1905 officially declined a
request to furnish free transportation to an engineer
then arriving from Germany. Later, in the days
when f rightfulness was spreading flames and human
lamentations wider and ever wider through defence-
less villages and miles of horror, the railroad whose
blue prints Berlin had secured was led to do what
it could to make safe the yards and system of its
tracks on Long Island, in case But fright-
fulness in uniform did not step ashore over here ; it
merely sent vessels to the bottom along our coast
just after our Secretary of War had come back from
Europe and told us that the war was 3,000 miles
away. In August 1914, the British fleet became our
wall of safety, and behind this we dwelt unscathed.
I was brought back from these memories by our cap-
tain, who showed me two **pill boxes'' bordering the
road, little squat turrets, solid, with peep slits for
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guns, and fantastically painted. Nothing but a bomb
falling straight upon their roofs conld smash them,
and their roofs were colored according to the laws
of optical illusion to escape the eye of the aviator.
Some of these contrivances suggested large fat toad*
stools, others the machines on dinner tables for grind-
ing pepper. From their insides, men could train guns
as from a compass upon all points and be almost
safe. After we had left this lonely couple behind us,
the scars of war thickened rapidly, trenches, barbed
wire, roofless walls ; and the silence was here, wait-
ing for us, even though some of the trenches were
already being filled, some of the barbed wire already
rolled up from the liberated fields.
Do you know the extent of these fields of France
which frightfulness in uniform laid low according
to its careful planf To read the cold figures is one
thing, to feel what they mean is quite another: the
dead decimals and integers do contain, but they also
entomb, the story; they need translating into life.
Of farmland, seed and harvest land, 1,757,000 hec-
tares were devastated, and if to this be added the
land that was in pasture and forest, the total is
3,800,000 hectares. A hectare is 2.471 acres — ^nearly
two acres and a half; and so, in terms of acres, the
devastation covers 9 million 389 thousand, 800 acres ;
and as 640 acres make one square mile, 14 thousand
and 670 square miles of France were devastated.
This exceeds the area of certain of our smaller states,
but it would not cover quite half of Maine, not quite
a third of Pennsylvania ; and when you come to some
of our Western States, in their vastness, it would
be well-nigh swallowed up — Texas alone is some forty
thousand square miles larger than the whole of
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France. But what if we had been devastated, not
in this same actual amount, but in the same propor*
tion to our total, as France was! To lose one leg
is a 25 per cent, loss for a dog, a 50 per cent loss for
a man: the whole area of France is 204 thousand
and 92 square miles, and its devastated region is
between one-thirteenth and one-fourteenth of the
whole. The area of the United States is three mil-
lion square miles, we are more than fourteen times
as large as France, and if one-fourteenth of our soil
had been devastated, it would cover more than two
hundred thousand square miles — ^the whole area of
Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts,
Bhode Island, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey,
Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, and some of
Ohio. I select the northern and eastern part of our
country for my comparison, not only because it is
geographically the same portion of France which has
suffered, but also because it is economically parallel,
the great coal, steel, wool, and other centres of in-
dustry being preponderantly situated in the north
and east of France, as they are in New England and
the Middle States.
I have been at pains to understate the matter in
my own multiplications and divisions, by disregard-
ing certain decimals which would have somewhat in-
creased my final figures, although not enough to go
beyond OMo. Unless these calculations err, a man
could start in a car at VanceBoro, Maine, and go
through Bangor, Portland, Worcester, Springfield,
Albany, Utica, Syracuse, Bochester, and Buffalo to
Pittsburgh, and not reach the western limit of devas-
tation. He could wind to the north and the south of
this route, and pass Manchester, Lawrence, Lowell,
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Fall Biver, Bridgeport, Trenton, Bethlehem, Beading,
and Scranton, finding all these towns totally or par-
tially destroyed, their great manufacturing plants
not only silent, but deliberately paralyzed by the
removal of their machinery and the flooding of their
mines. Not alone these larger places whose names I
have set down, and others of the same kind that I
have left unmentioned, but also every isolated dwell-
ing and farm and village between them would be
wrecked, just as Lille, Lens, St. Quentin, Chauny,
St. Gobain, Coucy-le-Chateau, Soissons, Beims, and
Verdun, and the homes and hamlets between were
wrecked. Four thousand and twenty-two villages
and towns were destroyed in France, and of these,
every one east of the front in 1917 was scientifically
blown up, in obedience to the principle laid down by
the rule of the German Staff before the war began —
that the enemy be spiritually and commercially
crushed. The attempt at spiritual crushing is visible,
for instance, in the cathedral of St. Quentin, where
ninety holes were systematically cut in its support-
ing pillars to receive dynamite. It was never placed
there. The pillars stand, supporting still a noble
church which is only half in ruins. In their 1918
retreat, the Hxms had not expected the Allies to reach
St. Quentin quite so quickly, and hence (as at Laon),
they were surprised like burglars at work drilling a
safe, and had to flee.
The attempt at commercial crushing is visible, for
instance, at Lens. Before the war, these mines pro-
duced annually four million tons of coal, eight hun-
dred thousand of coke, thirty thousand of tar ; their
employees lived in eight thousand houses. When
the war was done and the French came back, of these
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eight thousand houses, sixty that cotild be repaired
were left. When the Huns came to Lens in 1914,
they stopped the pumps in the mines and measured
the rising water each day. It did not rise fast enough
to please them, so they broke the jackets of cast iron
which encased the shafts, and through the holes
blasted in them, the water from the wet surrounding
stratum of soil poured in to speed the general drown-
ing. Fifty millions of cubic metres of water flooded
the mines. The machinery was smashed, or removed
to Germany. Lens was reduced to a sort of ash heap.
The Huns when they came, set fire at once to the
plant where the naphtha and tar were made, because
the sight of the flames made fireworks for their
diversion. They watched them at a safe distance,
laughing. Ten years after the Armistice, the mines
of Lens may be again whole and completely at work
— ^in 1928 — ^perhaps. Lens is merely one of the in-
dustrial centres which was destroyed in order to
crush France commercially. Of homes, where men
and women and children lived, three hundred and
four thousand were totally obliterated, and two hun-
dred and ninety thousand practically — by cannon, or
by fire, or by mines. This we may call a mixture of
spiritual and commercial crushing. This devastated
area, though it was but a fourteenth part of the whole
of France, paid nevertheless nearly one-fifth (18.5%)
of the whole taxes, even as New England and the
Middle States, because of their denser population
and more concentrated area of manufacture, pay
more of the taxes than such areas as Texas, New
Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Nevada, and California and
much of the South.
Besides poison gas and like inventions for the
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killing of men, German ingenuity created devices for
the killing of things — ^the incendiary fire engine, for
example, which rolled methodically through village
streets, setting fire to houses instead of putting them
out ; or the pastilles of the chemist Dr. Otswald, con-
veniently portable, and so skilfully compounded that
one, if lighted and left in a hall or dining-room, would
suffice to reduce the dwelling to cinders. They had,
too, a machine for tearing up railroads as you went.
This was hitched behind the tender of a locomotive,
and as the engine puffed along, it rooted up the
sleepers and rails behind it. Of the main lines in
France, 1,500 miles were destroyed, and 1,490 miles
of local and branch lines — ^2,990 miles in all. The
total mileage of railways in France is 31,992 — ^more
than one-tenth was wrecked. If one-tenth of our
railway mileage were wrecked, it would be 25,682:
that very nearly equals the whole of the Boston and
Maine, the New York and New Haven, the New York
Central, and the Pennsylvania systems ; it comes to
more than double the whole Southern Pacific.
Upon our journey in the wind and the rain from
Amiens, through the battle lands of the Somme, the
road to Arras beyond Mailly-Maillet, near Beaumont
Hamel hill, had perished in a world of featureless
mud and ghost-like splinters of trees. That was but
one case. Throughout this devastated fourteenth
part of France, country and town alike were locked
away from the living world by the obliteration of
the thoroughfares. The traveller threaded his way
through broken landscape and broken village, easily
blocked, often obliged to turn back, if he was not
well guided. So we had found it beyond Amiens,
so next near Soissons and Beims, so now, where
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flowed the waters of the Meuse and the Moselle, The
Sacred Way, the great highroad over which sup-
plies had gone to Verdun during its fearful siege,
was still one of the few open channels. From this
we had turned off, not many miles out of Bar-le-Duc,
and as we penetrated deeper into the destroyed coun-
try amid the thickening vestiges of violence, the won-
der returned as to how this region was now sup-
pUed, how did food or anything at aU reach those
who lived here ? The answer was simple — ^the silence
was the answer. Almost no one did live here now.
Like the lady who had come back from Nevers to
look for her house at Noyon, and the brave wife with
the. gash in her forehead at the estaminet, most of
those whose homes these ruins once had been had
taken refuge in other parts of France, the old, the
women, the children; and very few of them had as
yet returned. Their return was beginning ; they, too,
like all France, were determined to come back and
to go on, and the signs of their determination were
the small patches of ground, cleared already of
barbed wire and shells, lying like scattered aprons
amid the rough bristling wreck of the land. Thirty-
two thousand, nine hundred and fifty-eight miles of
French roads had been destroyed, and six hundred
and forty-eight miles of canals. Four ndllion and a
half people had liv^d in the devastated fourteenth
of France — one-tenth of the whole population. Their
live-stock had been taken, thirteen hundred thou-
sand head ; twenty thousand, five hundred and thirty-
nine of their manufactories had been levelled to the
ground, or gutted of their machinery, and of them-
selves, two million and seven hundred and thirty-two
thousand had been driven out of their homes ; while
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the remainder, nearly two million, had during f onr
years been forced to pay war levies, and to work
half starved beneath the hand of the invader, which
often held the lash ; or else they had known eiole and
prison.
Is it wonderful that devastated France was silent t
It seemed, as one went onward and onward through
the barbed wire and the trenches and the empty
walls, as if nothing would ever be able to break tiiis
silence. Our American artillery, during four hours
of the brief battle of St. Mihiel, had fired more than
one million shells. The rusting fragments of those
shells were now to be gathered up by the peasant
whose pastures or fields they littered. If one million
shells were scattered in four hours at one place, what
was the number that, during four years, had torn the
ground in all places? The question cannot be an-
swered, but to ask it is enough. And the barbed
wire! — ^those skeins of fierce strings that stretched
tight across such uncoxmted acres, making thick webs,
eimaeshing hills and valleys. The amount of this
has been computed — ^there were three hundred and
ten million square metres of it (a metre is more than
a yard). Of trenches to be filled up, there were two
hundred and seventy-seven million cubic metres.
We passed the town of St. Mihiel without stop-
ping, and left these assembled ruins behind us to
come to others and again others, both assembled and
solitary. If we looked up a hill, its side was pocketed
with shelter holes, if we looked down at a plain it was
drilled with dug-outs, ditched with trenches, blurred
with barbed wire — ^worried out of all semblance to
serene nature; and if we went through a wood, its
trees were naked shreds. Germans, French, and
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Americans had fought hereabouts. The flames and
rage of conflict had been less blinding, perhaps, than
in the days of the Somme in 1916, but quietness had
departed hence in September 1914. Two Crown
Princes of the Huns, William and Rupprecht, had set
on Verdun during the first battle of the Mame. Their
success might have made that battle a failure. They
failed. Soon they began again, and by the end of
the month, St. Mihiel was German territory. It made
the bottom of a pocket not unlike the one which Lu-
dendorff dug to the Mame. The Germans stayed
in it until we drove them out exactly four years
later; but they were seldom left in perfect peace,
either along the north or the south edge of their
pocket. We were going now along its south edge,
following the road to Pont-il-Mousson, following it
too quickly ; for here were the Bois Brul6, and Apre-
mont, Flirey, Limey, presently each in turn to brush
our very sides, each brooding with tales and mem-
ories, each deserving to be stopped at and listened
to with reverence for the dead and the surviving,
while not far away, to our left, were the Mont Sec and
Seicheprey. We could not stop, we could not listen
to any wayside tales, though it seemed as if the earth
and the torn trees themselves were waiting to tell
them. At Brule Wood, right on the south seam of
the pocket, fifty yards and no more separated the
German trenches and the French lines, and so it was
for months : scarce ever a day without flames, explo-
sions, death — ^a man must not speak, must not smoke,
could not sleep — and eight days of such a life were
generally the limit that human nerves could stand:
each spent battalion had to go away and rest, and be
replaced by a fresh one. Once, in April 1915, after
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three days of fierce fighting for a trench, it was taken
and new men sent to keep it. Upon these the Ger-
nMins snddenly fell and threw them into fright and
flight. The trench was going to be lost. This was
seen by an officer who had helped to capture it. He
was resting with his men, but he called upon them to
go back, and back they went with him. They took the
trench again from the Germans ; but it cost time and
struggle and so many lives that the exhausted living
faltered among the corpses. In this moment of
suspense the oflScer saw defeat approaching and — ^let
his name be told once more — ^Adjutant Jacques Peri-
card looked around in desperation at his wounded and
fallen men, and cried :
* * Debout, les morts ! ' *
And they rose and went on. So was one trench
retaken at Bois Brule.
How many tales of death and life and the soul of
man should we know, could the groxmd or trees in
those fourteen thousand, six hundred and seventy
square miles of devastated France whisper themf
And what traveller who has once felt that great
silence which we entered first at Compiegne will ever
wholly forget it?
From Brule Wood we came at once to the nothing
which had once been Apremont — ^no house left in it,
holes and heaps where the church had stood ; and a
few steps oflF, a symbol of Germany, solid and sub-
stantial, a shelter of concrete. This thick thing wore
an ornament on its wall, a German gun, well carved.
Symbols of Germany were everywhere, always thick
built, dominating; thick statues, thick monuments,
thick tombstones, heavily lettered. Just here by
crumbled Apremont was a whole Hun village quar-
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ried deep in the hillside, full of elaborate comfort
and relics of efficiency ; the slopes terraced, plants on
the sills, carved woodwork, stolen tapestry ; little nice
things, all stolen from the neighboring piles of rub-
bish which had been French homes once. This was
just here by the road. Just such another was there
across the valley on the opposite seam of the pocket —
Les Sparges. In that snug burrow of the Huns was a
system of electric lights, an officers ^ club, an elevator,
a narrow-gauge railway; — ^and more little, nice
things, stolen from crumbled Fresnes and crxraibled
St. Remy, Hannonville, Vigneulles, all lying shapeless
in the plain below, symbols of Germany too; — ^but
over in Germany, no such symbols ; not a shell hole,
not a trench, not a scar ; not a church tower fallen, not
a single stone of a single home displaced ; every pic-
ture safe on the wall, every chair safe in the room,
every silver spoon safe in the drawer. In France
were four thousand destroyed villages, twenty thou-
sand destroyed factories, five hundred thousand
homes in dust. Of little, nice things, pictures, silver,
home tokens and treasures, personal property, in
short, the Germans had destroyed or stolen twenty-
one billion francs * worth ; beside the barbed wire and
the trenches, there were forty-two million cubic
metres of rubbish to be got rid of by a country that
had one million, three hundred and eighty-five thou-
sand men killed outright in action — workers who
never would rebuild any more than many of the two
million and a half of wounded. About three and a
half per cent, of the whole French population were
killed. Had a proportionate loss been ours, our dead
would have numbered every man of the 2,084,000 who
got to France, and more than 1,000,000 more at home.
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Thus France had her maimed coimtry to rebnUd with
her maimed hands.
In 1916, true to the system and the thoughtful care
of detail of Germany, some German composed a
manual of 482 pages for the benefit of the German
Army. It was issued under the auspices of the
Quartermaster Department. It tabulated the de-
structions accomplished so far, and the further
destructions contemplated. It was based on that
part of the Hun doctrine which forms the supplement
to atrocity to non-combatants in order to win quickly
— commercial destruction of the enemy in order to
make gold from blood and iron. French industry
was to be put out of business, because, for instance,
** French railroads, in consequence of the destruction
of car shops, will have to equip themselves in Ger-
many ^^; by the destruction of looms, because, ** re-
suming operation will be very diflBlcult, and an enor-
mous market for German products will be thus
created. ^^ The sugar industry **must disappear
from the world market for two or three years * ' ; and
it is pointed out that ** mines are paralyzed for years
by the dismantling of the machinery and the flooding
of the pits.^'
Armed with this book, and with the other tools
needful, the German soldiers paid their visits to the
various mines and factories in this fourteenth of
French territory, and left behind them, destroyed
with Germany's thoughtful care of detail, 55% of
the total national coal-producing capacity, 94% of
the wool manufacturing, 90 of the linen, 90 of the
mineral, 83 of the smelters, 70 of the sugar mills,
60 of the cotton mills, 45 of the electric power —
I will not continue the list; is this not enough to
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suggest why the devastation of this particular four-
teenth part of France should deprive the country of
almost one-fifth of its taxes f Many of the destroyed
industries which I have named will show more clearly
to the reader the economic parallel between this
region and our New England and Middle States. In
1870 Germany overran France, and in 1871 she de-
manded an indemnity after her victory. Not an inch
of Germany had been hurt then, any more than now.
It was France that was hurt, France that was beaten,
and France that paid. The Germans occupied her
soil and her cities until every last cent was paid.
They withdrew by instalments, according as they re-
ceived instalments of the indemnity. This time,
though France is hurt and France is victorious, she
sees reparations that were promised her by treaty
incessantly cut down, postponed, excused. Too many
people both in talk and in books use indemnity and
reparation as meaning the same thing. They are
quite different ; uninjured Germany made France pay
an indemnity in 1871, devastated France demands
reparation from Germany.
Our wheels beyond Apremont rolled eastward upon
and across the front line of battle. We had no time
to look at any ruins^ but time was not needed to see
that they were close at hand, sometimes near enough
almost to be touched, sometimes up a hill or down a
hiU; BouconviUe village like a mouth with but few
teeth ; and next, a sullen glimpse of barbed wire and
distance stretching to sombre hills; and after this,
the shattered tower of Beaumont Church, sticking up
against the sky with ruins encumbering its feet.
Xivray, where the French right made contact with
our 1st Division's left on the night of September
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11, 1918, was scarce two miles off, and Seicheprey was
nearer still. We should have liked to stand in Seiche-
prey, upon the ground won in the spring of 1918 from
the Germans by our 26th Division, known as the
Yankee. That was our first little independent fight,
the beginning of the Yankee Division's renown. We
were sorry not to visit the spot. Beyond it not very
far was the Mont Sec, a siQlen hump rising out of
the plain. There, too, we should have liked to dimb —
into its elaborate tunnels, upon its fortified top,
whence the Germans during four years had watched
the plain. In the shape of a smoke screen, the cur-
tain fell upon their long, safe watch. We should have
liked to stare down at the land where, behind the
smoke screen, our 1st Division advanced twelve
miles from Xivray north into the heart of the pocket,
and met near Vigneulles the Yankee Division coming
south from Les Eparges ; so that the Germans were
stitched into their pocket before they could get out
of it as they were planning to do ; and the pocket be-
came ours, and we put them into it — 16,000 prisoners,
and 443 guns, with other useful chattels, and very
little loss to ourselves. It was all quickly done — over
in 48 hours — ^and then we pushed our line west of the
Moselle farther than had been laid down. Our divi-
sions fought harder and longer soon after this in the
Argonne ; but their action at St. Mihiel accomplished
what Foch asked of them, performed it smoothly and
speedily ; and what was done here was the doing of
an American army, commanded by an American
general, its individuality attained and asserted, not
without some friction and delay. Four French and
fifteen American divisions constituted the force as-
sembled here, and from Beaumont east to the Moselle
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at Pont-k-Mousson, our road ran where many Ameri-
can feet mnst have trod : — ^f eet of the Rainbow Divi-
sion, of Wood^s Own, of the Second, of the Red
Diamond, of the Alamo — ^all along this way through
Flirey (a total wreck) and Limey, another, and
between ceaseless holes and graves and fragments of
many things. A railway bridge was one of the larger
fragments somewhere near Flirey, toppled and
slanting helpless ; no trains ran here, or for a great
distance to our west. To our east we came upon
one at Pont-a-Mousson, steaming and crowded with
passengers from Paris. It was on its way along the
Moselle down to Metz. Its open rails were like the
open road we had come, a single working channel of
communication, lonely among countless channels that
were stopped. Of timnels and bridges the Germans
had destroyed 3,603.
In Pont-a-Mousson, bruised by shells, is a square,
the Place Duroc, beautiful and French, with its
arcade in cracks but not in ruins — ^though by the ninth
month of the war Pont-a-Mousson had been bom-
barded one hundred and ten times. Here indeed I
longed to pause amid the surviving charm before
plunging into more desolation, but time forbade it.
This was the east limit of our drive. We turned,
re-crossed the Moselle, and bore toward Thiaucourt.
We were all the while within the battle-ground of our
first American Army's first exploit. We passed
between pale, broken trees, and concrete caves, and
many crosses where the dead lay; and everywhere
here, since 1914, blood had flowed, German and
French, long before our divisions came. Sometimes
we got out to walk the ground and listen to our young
captain, who had fought here. The places had names
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— The Widow's Wood, called so by the Germans, and
another the Priest's Wood, named by the French;
and within its dead and tragic trees was a spring
where both sides came by turns for water, no man
shooting while his enemy drank. Sometimes we
returned into sight of the sullen, distant hump of the
Mont Sec, rising over open miles of loneliness, some-
times woods shut us in, and now and then we passed
more shattered houses ; but whatever it was, earth or
building, it had always the look of a witness who has
seen something which has blinded it to all other
sights, so that, no matter what else may pass before
it, it will for ever see only this. Our divisions had
swept across here, the 8&id, the 90th, the 5th, the
89th, the 2nd, as they pushed the Germans out of the
pocket. This work done, they were fresh still and
ready, without any rest, for more; but their high
spirits had left no echo behind, and the ground over
which their fierce gay steps had gone bore no trace of
their gaiety. The Sonune had been more terrible to
the eye, and so had Berry-au-Bac ; greater sadness I
had not yet seen than in this region about Thiaucourt,
and in the Woevre plain beyond that ruined town.
Thiaucourt, St. Benqit, Woel, Joncourt, St. Hilaire,
Fresnes-en-Woevre, fetain — ^these are the names
which plot our course from Pont-a-Mousson west and
north towards our night's lodging. All along the
way, we were skirting at no great distance the bound-
ary of the St. Mihiel advance, where the line, for the
time being, had been stabilized. At Fresnes we were
upon this line ; when we reached fetain we had passed
beyond it to the north, and I understood more about
the * * operations in the Woevre district. ' ' There was
much water because there had been mwh rain. It
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lay to one side or the other, in irregular ponds reflect-
ing the afternoon sky, or in round pools which were
shell holes, or in oozing trenches, with barbed wire
posts sticking and leaning out of the ooze. Water
and plain stretched away to right and left ; far to the
left Les ]fcparges was dimly visible, sullen like the
Mont Sec, a ridge which had become a gxdf of mud ;
where half a hill slid down, where planks were laid
five times and sank, where men wounded and not
wounded went down and could not be saved. As the
light grew grey and more grey, its veil softened the
sharp edge of the ruins. The tower of the church
at ifitain was the last ruin that we saw clearly. Etain
had been bombarded for thirteen hours one day in
August 1914, and again on the day following. Many
people were burned in its flames or buried in its
ruins. The last message sent by a girl who stayed at
her telephone post informing Verdun every fifteen
minutes how the destruction progressed, was: **A
bomb has just fallen in the office. ^ '
As we had watched them soften and dissolve in the
twilight of preceding journeys, again this afternoon
the forms of aU ragged objects in the wide wet plain
of Woevre melted into the enveiling grey of dusk.
Whether these towns had been wrecked by French
or American or German shells, all were the victims
of German invasion. Latest, as always, to remain
distinct were the dead trees. Their skeletons stuck
out of the level dimness like crooked fingers scratch-
ing the horizon. These woods had been lacerated by
shells ; others all the way from the war zone across
France to the Pyrenees had been levelled by the axe
to keep the war going. To meet our heavy needs,
more were chopped down when our soldiers came.
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Until the war, the thrift of France had kept her grow-
ing forests ahead of her use of their timber. Had she
wasted them, as we wasted ours during the 19th Cen-
tury, an American forester has said that the Allies
might have lost the war. Some will recover in from
ten to twenty years, it will take others thirty years,
and France meanwhile must rebuild as best she can.
Just to our west and left, lay the forest out of which
the Germans had come down upon Verdun in Feb-
ruary 1916. Beyond it, a little south of Spincourt,
we turned west from the main road, reached a village
comer, passed through the sound of American voices,
and soon after came to a stop. Here was our night's
lodging. It was long since we had left what the
French call La Voie Sacree, but our course had been
never once away from groimd where privation and
grief and courage lived, and many thousands had
died. Every road that we had travelled was a sacred
way.
XIX
WHERE WE SLEPT WELL
It was like a scene in a play: once again reality
suggested this image. In the early stages of our
journey, when devastation was a sight novel to our
American eyes, the rearing splinters of homes, the
walls and windows without insides, had seemed like
the unreal aspect of what meets one behind the cur-
tain. That was over long ago. It never looked to
us like stageland now, we knew it well as war land,
real, mangled, dumb, its hollows thick with unheard
sorrow and the crowded, unseen dead. From this
deeply familiar actuality through which we had been
moving but a few minutes ago, we walked up some
steps and entered upon the serene welcome of candles
lighting a hall and pleasant stairs. An American
captain, whose voice came from the South, greeted us
at the hall-door, and behind him shone the candles.
They were tall, like those in a church, and so arranged
as to make almost beautiful the almost plain interior
of this house. They were few in number, and stood
at various levels, one or two here in the haU below,
one or two upon the newels of the banisters which
framed the right-angled ascent of the stairs in two
short flights to a gallery above, and one or two along
the gallery, upon which several doors opened. They
gave light enough to see, yet left the agreeable mys-
tery of limits and corners not quite visible, of hos-
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pitable nooks beyond, which might extend to many
secluded wings and passages. Had this Southern
captain, perhaps, learned his art of candlelight in
some plantation house, into whose old, ample rooms
not electricity, or gas, or even oil, had intruded t I
never asked him ; but if ever he sees this page, he will
know how much more I thought than I said about our
nights beneath this roof, where he was master for a
while.
**If only we might stay here for a week I'' I
thought. The candles and the quiet were so good
after shell holes, and barbed wire, and ruins, and
dead trees.
The seeing eye, the shaping hand, and a military
sense of order had filled tMs bare house with objects
collected from war and arranged with skill. Merely
to study the contents of its rooms and what hung on
its walls would have taught one as much as many
lectures. To look at them while the captain or his
lieutenant talked about them was better than any
lecture. Whoever made the collection was able to
draw upon a rich territory, and had not wasted his
chance. This farm lay in the Woevre plain, and
battles had been fierce on every side but its north.
The Meuse was not far off one way, the Moselle an-
other, Verdun was some twelve miles southwest of it ;
distilling itself from various marshes in the Woevre
where blood must have flowed, the little river Loison
slid through its domain. The village near by, where
we heard American voices, had been occupied by
Germans since 1914, never disturbed until the end.
They had left their mark — ^various marks — ^and from
their bill-posters forbidding this and that and the
other, a humorous selection had been made, and these
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now helped to decorate the walls and edify the guests.
How many of these guests were edified by the
veritable museum of war which surrounded them, is
something I have often wondered. Taken over by
our army soon after November 11, 1918, (I surmise)
this French farmhouse became the resting-place for
travellers privileged as guests of the American army
to visit this part of the devastated region which was
allotted to our care. For their benefit the wonderful
museum and relief maps had been arranged, and for
their welcome the tall candles burned in this hall.
They certainly gave it the look of a scene set equally
well for mystery, or crime, or comedy.
Any one who has had to drink water made sanitary
by chlorine will not forget its flavor. This water ia
the only circumstance which I would have had differ-
ent at our meal ; and, knowing the South, I am sure
that our host, had the regulations permitted him,
would have decanted for our refreshment nothing of
the sort. What we ate I cannot remember, but only
that it was good enough to turn conversation upon the
cook. She had four service stripes, the captain said.
Three, but soon to get a fourth, his lieutenant cor-
rected ; and for a moment I, in my ignorance, imag-
ined wildly that she had been in the trenches and gone
over the top. But she had merely boiled, roasted,
stewed, and otherwise concocted their meals during a
period equivalent to the stripes — ^and I am inclined to
think that they were afraid of her. These commis-
sioned officers with decorations for bravery smiled
about their cook ; but to me it looked remarkably like
the smile of men in the proximity of a powerful per-
sonality. Candor bids me confess that the few words
which I exchanged with her may have helped this
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opinion. I went out to see her, to make her compli-
ments on an omelet. Upon my standing at the
threshold of her kitchen, she turned and contem-
plated me. She was wide, she was thick, she was
round, she had a shining forest of black hair, a thick
throat, an eye of domination, and a moustache. I
imagined that my opinion of her omelet would
warm the influence that proceeded from her. It did
not. Her reply was civil — ^but I didn 't stay. If they
weren^t afraid of her, an army commission must
toughen you. Any civilian would have given it up as
I did.
The captain and the lieutenant talked of the war in
general, and of incidents in particular ; a very pleas-
ant meal. And if they did not stand in awe of their
cook, I know that they were afraid of the lady of the
house. She was not here now, of course; but since
their occupation of her premises, she had paid her
house visits enough to make a formidable impression
upon the captain.
* * She 's crazy, ' ' he told me.
**From the warT^ I asked, prepared to hear some-
thing painful.
*^I think her state of mind antedates that, but it
may have been emphasized by it. They tell me that
at the dinners she used to give, she put all the old
people close together at one end of this table and all
the young away far off at the other, so that the young
ones shouldn^t hear her jokes.''
**I suppose,'' said I, *Hhat as they grew older she
moved them up. ' '
^*Well, from what they say about her jokes," re-
turned the captain, **I'm not sure that I am old
enough to be moved up for quite a while yet."
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**I wish that I could have met her,'^ I sighed ; **she
would not have respected my youth,''
**Last time she came in here,'' said the captain,
* * she saw one of her old family portraits on the wall.
Heaved a log right through it. She didn't like it
because German officers had been looking at it four
years. ' '
Like many men from the South, this captain main-
tained a certain gravity of bearing rarely practised
by Northerners, who often plunge into a jocosity
somewhat premature. His stiffness had been aug-
mented by almost daily experience with the American
congressman whom he had to make welcome. To find
that we were not politicians was a visible relief to
him; on this first evening he steadily unbent. He
told us that the British, New Zealanders, and Ameri-
cans had exchanged whisky at the front.
**A better exchange than personalities," said L
Some men of our Bloody Hand Division had given
rise to merriment imintentionally at times when
laughter was scarce. This division was not wholly
organized at the time of its landing in April 1918, and
it was broken up and brigaded with the French. Six
hundred were killed, two thousand wounded. The
survivors seemed to be enjoying France. They had
met with a social success beyond any which they knew
at home.
*^ Those darkies are having the time of their lives
now, ' ' said the captain ; / * they have known less agree-
able days. One of their regiments was with the 4th
French Army at Wesserling. Some soldiers built a
fire with the purpose of boiling a kettle. They set
four unexploded shells upright, laid the fuel between
them, set the kettle on top of them, and lighting the
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fire, sat down to watch the kettle boil. One of them
was sent for by his commanding officer, and was away
for a few minutes. Upon returning to the spot, he
found no kettle, no fire, no comrades, and a large hole
in the October mud. Immediately he rushed back,
and cried out to the officer :
" *Cap'n, dat coffee he done blow up I'
^* Yes,'^ he continued, ^*when they get home, theyTl
never need to stop talking. A couple of them got
more fighting than they approved of over on the west
edge of the Argonne, and they were running away.
They reached one of the long straight roads bordered
with poplars and marked with the distance, and along
this they ran on and on. At length one said :
** *Say, dis hyeh is de longest graveyahd I ever
saw.'
**And his better-informed mate corrected him:
** * Them's not gravestones, them's kilontmetees. '
The captain gave us, by his use of one happy word,
an indelible picture of the survivors of the Bloody
Hand Division, elated by social success in France.
**When the darkies mount guard," said he, **they
don't walk; they syncopate."
A wood fire burned in the room where we sat after
supper until an early bed-time. An upright piano
was there and open, with a look of having also merited
service stripes. I asked, did it belong to the house f
It did, and had been there during the four years of
German occupation.
**Then," said I, **when they had to get out and you
came in, did you find the piano !" I did not
complete my sentence.
They nodded. **We had to scrub it out."
I told them the remark of a major in charge of the
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interned Germans at Fort Oglethorpe, in whose
company I had visited the internment camp at that
place during the preceding fall. We had spent more
than an hour in going over its various parts ; where
they ate, where they slept, where they took the air,
where their possessions were stored. They were
made much more comfortable than our own people
who were being trained to fight them over-seas. At
the end of our inspection, I asked the major:
**Have you made any generalization about these
Germans? They are of every station from ragged
bomb-throwers to New York merchants and Prussian
Junkers. There is even the leader of a famous sym-
phony orchestra here. Have you been able to
observe any one trait which they have in commonr'
**Yes,*' replied the major. **One and all, their
personal habits are filthy beyond my willingness to
describe. ^ *
This caused our captain no surprise : he had seen
the piano. I told him that it had fallen to my lot to
read certain confiscated and impounded letters, writ-
ten by the conductor of the famous symphony orches-
tra. These had led the court to give him his choice
of submitting to internment without more ado— or of
being prosecuted under the White Slave Act. They
contained passages which would stain any decent lips.
As my years have increased, bed-time has grown
less unwelcome than once it used to be — ^but I could
have listened all night to this captain and his lieu-
tenant. Perhaps it is as well for the reader that I can
remember distinctly but one of the curiosities of
warfare which they showed us; otherwise I might
have been tempted to describe every object in that
museum. You have sometimes, no doubt, walked
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behind the counters of chemists ' shops into the pre-
cincts where they keep their jars and bottles and
retorts. If so, you may have derived an impression
of cylinders and cones and tubes of various unearthly
shapes, standing on shelves or the floor. That is in a
way what the museum looked like, only the unearthly
shapes were not of glass, but metal. Shells and
bombs of many varieties had been gathered here, and
some of the engines that projected them — such as
could be got conveniently inside a house : so that you
saw the instruments which had blasted the salient of
St. Mihiel and the plain of Woevre into that welter
of dead fields, dead houses, and dead men, through
which our journey upon this day had been. There
they stood. Some were German, some French, some
American. These glistened, those were dark. Some
tapered to sharp points. Others were round. One
specimen was not larger than a baseball. One was
thicker than a big man and as high as my shoulder.
Smaller shells stood on exhibit like flower vases when
you are looking for wedding presents. I touched
them here and there, while the lieutenant explained
their natures and uses, how far they could fly, how big
a hole they could dig, how many bodies at once they
could behead and disembowel. Their assemblage ex-
haled a silence — ^these bombs that could deafen — ^but
a silence perfectly different from that which hung
over devastated France. The lieutenant put one
little brass bulb into my hand, and asked, could I
guess what it was? How could I? He took it,
seemed to press and turn it, and perhaps touched
some mechanism at its top, and it split apart in halves
with saw teeth. Its insides were not simple enough
for me to be able to describe them clearly. It was a
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mechanical carrier pigeon; German, I think. In its
brass guts a message could nestlie and fly from a gun
safe to its destination ; and I believe that it had some
sort of fuse of special construction which popped or
spat or flickered or otherwise indicated its identity
after it had alighted at the proper address. Bombs,
belts, guns, grenades— altogether an interesting, sin-
ister company, with gas-masks among it like faces
left behind, staring glassily.
Less sombre were the maps in another room, artil-
lery fire contour maps, and relief maps of terrain.
Upon the ridges and hollows of these you could look
as from an aeroplane upon the Woevre or the Ar-
gonne, and follow where our divisions had cUmbed
down, or climbed through. There was the Meuse
running, and the Moselle, and the little Aire trickling
along the bristly rises of the Argonne, and Varennes
and Cheppy and Grand Pre and Mouzon and Sedan,
that we were to see, with Thiaucourt and the Bois
Brule and all the rest which we had seen. Thus, with
the point of a pencil touching here the Mont Sec and
there Les Eparges or VigneuUes, one could clearly
follow the pivoting of our 1st and 26th Divisions on
those two September days when they stitched the
Germans into the St. Mihiel pocket.
Not by going over the actual hills and valleys of
any battle, nor yet from study of their miniature on a
map, can one completely grasp the detail and the total
of what happened. Both are needed — ^first the real
country and after it the map. Thus it results that I
could very nearly explain St. Mihiel and the Meuse-
Argonne, because I went over their ground and fol-
lowed later a pencil point over those relief maps in
the house where we slept well : whereas about Belleau
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Wood, over which we only walked, I am quite vague,
although it was a much simpler action. The reader
need not dread any attempt of mine to explain to him
either St. Mihiel or the Meuse-Argoime. Let him
study, with its subjoined maps, the report of Gteneral
Pershing.
While, through relief maps and tales of darkies and
coffee-pots, we were enlarging our knowledge and
equipping our intelligence, the doughboys were doQC
ing. I doubt if they went to bed as early as we did.
The captain had sent them all off to the neighboring
village of Billy-sous-Mangiennes. I don't know how
many of these Billys there are in France, or in which
of them our doughboys put their American arms
about French waists to the accompaniment of music,
and after the music had ceased. The captain told us
that wherever they went they got up a dance.
XX
THE COOK AND THE DOUGHBOY
* * Splendid day. The first one in France. ' '
I filnd that the hour at which I wrote this in my
diary up in my bedroom was six-thirty the next
morning. Eave-martiQs were flying in and out of the
big windows, a chirping of neighboring birds filled
the air, and upon looking out I saw many in the trees
and farmyards at their May morning ^s work. There
was a glitter from the sun that made the young leaves
glisten, and a glimpse of wet meadows beyond the
enclosure, sparkling with little pools. It was strange
to see in the midst of this, just by the house, a
wrecked aeroplane ; this glared out of the serenity of
everything else. I do not think that it had fallen
here, but that they had brought it as an out-door part
of the collection.
Voices in the house were audible through the seams
in the bare plank floors, or through many large
windows, all of them open ; and as I strolled about in
a free exploration of the second floor, a voice beneath
came up to me, and I stood still.
**Bon jour.^' The words were quite correct, but
their pronunciation had been born very far away
from France indeed, although French experience was
audible in it ; 1 did not need to see him through the
floor to know that he was a doughboy.
**Bon jour,'' some one answered him. I did not
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need to see her either. That was the cook. Her
voice went with her eye and the Olympic amplitude of
her bosom : not harsh, by no means soprano, and with
many lazy overtones of command. He seemed to be
walking about.
** Comment te trouves-tu ce matin T' she inquired.
* * tray bien, mair see. ' '
What was comical was his perfectly correct speech
and his khaki French.
**As tu bien danse avec la demoiselle!^' the cook's
deep voice went on musically.
**0 je ne say pah.''
**T'es amuse, heint"
* * wee, wee. ' '
One deep melodious chuckle now came up through
the floor. That was the cook. It now struck me that
she was addressing him in the idiom of the second
person singular ; also that in his tone there was some-
thing — ^I couldn 't be sure whether it was sheepish, or
a lack of ease, or merely impatience, and if he were
entirely conscious of it himself.
* * Quand on est j eune, f aut bien s 'amuser. ' ' (When
one is young one must have a good time.) As he did
not reply to this, she pursued: **La sagesse attendra,
hein? Faut pas gaspiller tes vingt ans." (Time
enough to settle down later, eht Mustn't waste your
youth on that.)
His reply was to begin whistling a tune as he moved
about the room. She seemed to be stationary, prob-
ably by her fire ; for I now heard some rattle of pans
or lids before her next remark:
' * Et la demoiselle ? EUe t 'a tr ouve gentil I ' '
**Ah, comment es-ker-je say slah?" he now broke
out.
THE COOK AND THE DOUGHBOY 229
Was there to be no more of this dialogue? Alas,
there was not I His spurt of damaged temper and
equally damaged grammar proved to be his parting
remark, and I heard his steps go out of the kitchen.
Like all international conversations, there was so
much more in it than the mere words ! But I doubt
if that particular cook and that particular doughboy
ever held talks together for very long at a time, and
I think it likely that most of their conferences termi-
nated abruptly, on his side at any rate. She could not
have ruffled Kansas so easily, and Kansas (if he pos-
sessed fluency in French) would have been able to
return her fire — ^but then he was out of the common.
There is no play of the intellect which the general
American mind comprehends less, and resents more,
than veiled irony. We are just civilized enough to
feel it vaguely, and not enough to deal with it lightly.
It needed but little imagination to see in my mind^s
eye that cook and doughboy, she old and massive over
her breakfast pots and pans, he young and defence-
less beneath the lazy indulgence of her phrases. No
conversation that I had heard in France, nothing that
was told me, threw so much light upon how the
peasants — especially the women — ^must have come in
time to regard these vigorous children so fresh from
the Western world.
I went back to my room, where presently he came,
bringing some hot water and my boots. The boots,
after yesterday in the mud, had needed a good deal of
his attention. He was a shock-headed boy, very
blond, from Arkansas. There were two of them who
looked after us, the other being from Louisiana.
This latter told me, with a sort of disdain, that he
understood what they said in French pretty well. I
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did not need to ask this question of the boy from
Arkansas ; what I had heard through the floor sufficed
to show him already apt in the language beyond many
a college graduate. His appearance suggested that
his fluency had been attained through the tutoring of
various romantic experiences. His body was slim,
he was light in his walk, and almost certainly he knew
how to dance in a manner that would please. I was
tempted to ask him how he liked the cook, but I
abstained. His way of replying to questions dis-
couraged asking them.
He went out, leaving my boots and hot water ; and
while I shaved, I heard in memory the cook's ironic
intonations and comprehended everything that her
tawny voice had said without words. She was much
more than herself ; she was her race, her continuous
history, ancient France, where Csesar had been, and
Roland, and Diana of Poitiers ; France, whose bask-
ing shores the Latin and Greek Mediterranean ca-
ressed. In her syllables and between them, laughed
quietly the long-memoried Mediterranean which had
known the Argonauts, and Salamis, and the keels of
Cleopatra, and had heard old Triton blow his
wreathed horn. The spirit of the peasant cook con-
tained all that, while the boy contained not much
except the Declaration of Independence. She had
addressed him with the intimate **thou,'' instead of
**you,'' because her age confronted his youth like
some antique sibyl gazing from a grove at a faun,
smiling at his physical charm, and bored with his
emptiness. At her birth she was older than he would
be at his death. What the ancient Mediterranean,
speaking through her person, said to him was really
this:
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**Yoii are engaging and attractive because you are
young. I like you, but I like you at a distance. You
have explored and peopled a continent, but you have
not yet explored and peopled Time. Intellect and
Art know nothing of you ; you have not approached
near enough to them to be visible. We can see your
sky-scrapers, your Olympus not yet. Your material
science creates in you the illusion that there is a
short cut to education, to reflection, to maturity.
There are no short cuts to anything except perdition.
You think that to build many churches is to have
much religion. You hold meetings, even your women
hold meetings, I ami told, where resolutions are
passed and laws are made, and by these paper toys
you imagine that you have caused reality. Such
things do not cause reality, they merely express it.
** Never suppose that I am not dazzled by the flame
of promise which bums in you with such energy.
See to it that it be not put out by the poison which
our fatigued old world pours into your still clean and
lusty veins. I hope, and sometimes believe, that a
great past will be yours in time to come, because I
have seen and can never forget what you have done
for me, and the reason that made you do it. You are
fierce in battle; I love that. You are good to chil-
dren; that, too, I love. Grateful I am, but am no
mistress for the lover who has but one thing to say,
no companion for one whose future is his chief
tradition.
* * Go home to your new world, handsome and vigor-
ous young barbarian I You still imagine that there
are answers to everything, that you have found most
of them, and are going to find all. Remain in your
intellectually virgin world until your mental and
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moral adventures shall have brought you into that
place which lies beyond discouragement, and when in
your ripeness you can smile at all things, even at
yourself, without being paralyzed. Remain there
until you have learned that there is no answer to any
of the great questions for ever asked by man ; that the
game is not worth the candle, but that we play it to be
worth a candle ourselves — ^and that to be able to make
interesting love, one must be complicated.
^*I see and praise your restless intelligence, upon
which Time has not yet chiselled a single line of
grace. I enjoy your gaiety, which proceeds from a
soul beneath whose surface Adversity has not yet
begun to dig the first approach to depth. But alas, I
<5an not long be sympathetic in the company of one
who, no matter how capable, is still psychologically
illiterate and spiritually inexperienced: such is the
price which you pay for your youth, and be assured
that youth is worth this price, and more. Be less sure
that the quick and great success which you have had,
is a blessing. Ease may tarnish the beginning of our
days ; it polishes their end.
**You are still merely a work of nature. A civil-
ized man is a work of nature too, but he is also a
highly wrought work of art. Come back in a thou-
sand years and let me see you, and then, strong and
handsome boy, perhaps you will be ready for me.''
Thus, in the voice of the cook, spoke the old Medi-
terranean, the mellow, subtle, cynical, sensual sibyl.
The cook herself heard none of these words, because
they didn't sound in her brain, but echoed in her
unconscious blood, and she knew little more about
them than any telephone knows.
What if young blond Arkansas had been able to
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hear them, instead of only vaguely and angrily to feel
them? Instead of ineffectively flying out at her with
his **Ah, que sais-je/^ what adequate reply would he
have found t
By the time that I had read the inner meaning of
their colloquy, my shaving and toilet were finished,
and I went down to breakfast.
XXI
LAST LAP TO ABMISTIOB
Winding in many curves upon the map which I
carried at our journey's end as I had carried it since
the beginning^ the crosses plot our road through the
Meuse-Argonne country. Each cross is set against
the name of some town or village, where another
broken church tower reared like a bony, up-stretched
arm ; or walls of broken homes stood waist-high and
knee-high amid gaping cellars ; or where the town had
been struck out wholly, dashed into utter invisibility,
and you could not have known it from the ground,
save for the sign-post bearing its name and sticking
in its dust. Like this were Hautcourt and Malan-
court — ^just names on a board — ^and Fleury by the for-
lorn wayside between Vaux and Douaumont. Others
there were; but of these slain towns, of whose very
bones not one remained, I shall name no more. He
who did not see, and never now can see, France flayed
and raw as she lay before healing had set in, may
try to conjure into his fancy the look of it: stretch
after stretch of riddled earth, horizon after horizon
ragged with stark trees, emptiness strewn with dis-
tortion, walls, towers, standing like limbs whose
bodies have been hacked away, and short sign-posts
like headstones over the graves of places dead and
buried. He who did not see tliis may try to imagine
it — ^and will fail ; he who has seen it may try to forget
it — ^and will fail: somewhere in him that sight and
that silence will live as long as he lives himself.
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LAST LAP TO ARMISTICE 235
Of this particular piece of the war country General
Pershing writes :
*^The Meuse-Argonne front had been practically
stabilized in September 1914, and, except for minor
fluctuations during the German attacks on Verdun in
1916 and the French counter oflEensive in August
1917, remained unchanged until the American ad-
vance in 1918. The net result of the four years'
struggle on this ground was a German defensive sys-
tem of unusual depth and strength and a wide zone of
utter devastation, itself a serious obstacle to offensive
operations. ' '
Yes; a wide zone of utter devastation. Wrecks,
half or whole, are the towns in it, almost all ; nearly
every name on the map of that three-cornered coun-
try is a label of obliteration. Go northwest down
the Meuse from Verdun to Sedan, come south from
Sedan, skirting the Argonne to Clermont, turn east
back to Verdun, and you will have enclosed a region
wherein many places had in them shelter for not a
living soul in 1919, and two years later, when next I
saw them, it was still the same with many. Grain
was green and swaying under the wind where holes
and shells had been, much of the earth was breath-
ing again ; but from the dust of Fleury, Hautcourt,
Malancourt, and many another, nothing had as yet
arisen.
A wide zone of utter devastation : with more to its
east through the Woevre to the Moselle, and more to
its west across Champagne, and then more.
It is a large looking country of many distances.
Across it the eye often sees far. At all its edges and
also within it, hills rise. Numerous ridges roughen
and streak it, valleys f uxrow it, patches of woodland
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darken its open stretches; yet its spaciousness of
line is the chief aspect that sweeps over the memory,
with mounded blurs a long way off. In it, as in the
Somme region, our Western bad lands were sug-
gested once or twice by the huge, bald, discolored
slants of excoriation. Nevertheless it resembled but
little any other of the battle lands that I had seen.
Many wars had made it their arena, but this was
true of the other regions also, and with them it had
in common that look of a place where something has
happened, of a witness to deeds that will never be
absent from the eyes again. But as I watched it
from many changing points beneath the sunshine
of these final days, I knew, without being told, that
its serene amplitude in other days of sunshine had
been of a sober rather than a gay serenity. There
are faces which show the mark of much agreeable
society, of many acquaintances, of talk and laughter ;
while others reveal that meditation has been their
chief adventure. The Meuse-Argonne country has
communed a great deal with itself. To the under-
standing imagination it seems to say: ^^ Fourteen
hundred years ago I saw Attila. He, too, like these
later ones, left me for dead. These are worse than
Attila, because they knew better.'*
Fourteen hundred years after Attila, the Meuse-
Argonne saw his successors. They came, turning
into deeds the words of their high priest, **the sight
of suffering does one good ; the infliction of suffering
does one more good," and those other words of their
high priest, **when one country conquers another
hothing should be left to it but eyes to weep.'' The
best of them came here, well taught and faithful
followers of their Bismarck. Over them was their
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General von Mndra, with their Crown Prince over
him — ^but prudently tied to the apron-strings of Mar-
shal von Haeseler. These tutors were to place upon
the royal young brow the laurels of their conquests,
which would then furnish the theme of happy tele-
grams from his father to his mother — ^those des-
patches that used to run, ** Willy and God have done
nobly today/' Thus the Fatherland could hail and
love the youth. He must have also caused many
German eyes to weep, for he was perfectly generous
in throwing away other people's lives. Many thou-
sand German bones lie in the territory of his failures :
at St. Hubert and around Four-de-Paris, which he
tried to take, from October to January of that first
year; at Fontaine-aux-Charmes and Bolante Wood,
where he was next active ; and at Les Islettes in June,
which he missed in his effort to get the railway from
Ste. Menehould to Verdun. He scattered German
bones prodigally at all these places, and at many
others — ^no need to recite his failure at Verdun in
1916: sitting at Montfaucon safely encased, he
watched operations through thirty feet of periscope.
This pipe reached him where he hid underground
and directed the bone-scattering right and left of
the Meuse, all the way to Vaux and Douatunont and
Dead Man's Hill and the other places of which we
all heard so much during those six months of French
agony and glory.
Even though long lulls intervened in the bone-
scattering from 1914 to 1918, the Meuse-Argonne
had little respite for communiag with itself. The
tough ridge of the forest was eaten beneath with
galleries and mines, its beech and oak thickets on
top were gashed with paths, strung with wires, sawed
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short by shells; while out of the woods to its east
the open coxmtry, from the little Aire at its base to
the larger Mense over the hills, was bled white and
left no eyes to weep with. I have seen them — ^the
empty hollow on the hill where Vauquois stood, and
Chamy, Samogneux, Consenvoye, Dnn-sur-Meuse,
Chattancourt, Avoconrt, Varennes, Cunel, Romagne,
Bnzancy — ^villages crushed, lying among crushed
woods and pastures crushed, — ^a wide zone of utter
devastation indeed.
Hither on September 25th, 1918, came our divi-
sions to fight their hardest fight of all^— made harder
and delayed by a bad choking of their supplies along
the few difficxdt roads : a task allotted them because
it was so difficult, the tough hog-back of the Argonne
so mired and enmeshed with defences, and they the
only men not tired by four years of strain and strug-
gle. Where they had bled and died and won so
splendidly not yet six months ago, we followed their
course as they had gone pushing north and east.
We went over much of the very ground of their ex-
ploits, in sight of more, and never far from any of
it. The mud was still in many places strewn with
the broken machines of war. In it these lay flat, or
tilted, or stuck half sunk, rusting slowly as the wet
weather leaked among their stiff joints. We saw
where their victorious line had been when the Armis-
tice stopped their onward rush for Germany, and
they had flung down their baffled guns, and cried
tears of disappointed rage, all the more bitter over
the knowledge that the Germans had been permitted
to get up from their supplicating knees, and march
home with their arms and banners like an imdef eated
army. There is a legend that the great Foch him-
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self shed tears on that day of fateful error. We
skirted the territory of their quick advance during
the first days of the battle. Then in the dismem-
bered woods through which all sorts of fragments
lay strewn, and the wires sagged tangled among the
broken branches, we stepped where the mud allowed
us in order to see more sacred ground. It was where,
in the long slow time of hunger, horror, thirst, and
impregnable determination, American grit had been
tried out to the full and proved more than equal to
the test.
We had gone up the hill from Varennes and turned
in among the thickets ; and as we passed safe through
all this extinct, monstrous turmoil of war that lay
everywhere over the land like a contorted fossil,
once again — ^it might well have been for the hun-
dredth time — ^I asked myself, **What was this like
when it was alive f We must not forget I We can
forget injuries to ourselves, but not a wound half-
mortal to mankind, not, at any rate, until the offender
show by sustained deeds that his spirit is changed.
Long ago, in 1915, 1 had said that a full comprehen-
sion of this war would burst any human brain; I
thought it again now, and that from the thousand
chronicles of personal experience which will be writ-
ten, the future will distil, not the total reality, never
that, but the final impression : and that will rise and
loom above the general level of history, a terrible
spectral shape.
To stop us in the Argonne the Germans brought
more and more of their best divisions, piled them
in our way — and could not stop us. They piled them
here because this ground was now their foot-hold
for the whole : knock it from under them, and they
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which filled nearly the whole month of October — ^f rom
the fourth day until the last. The final chapter like
the first was short — eleven days — with a return
to the stride forward, the enemy ^s last defences
smashed, the stride quickening to a pursuit. We;
may think, then, of the Meuse-Argonne battle as
thus divided : a swift beginning, a swift end, with a
middle twenty-seven days long— days of holding on,
of crawling on, of torment and great loss, a test of
every quality and resource which combine to make
successful aggressive warfare: and when the test
was over, the survivors ready for more, getting out
of their Argonne woods, getting up on their Barri-
court heights, knocking the enemy off the heights
of Dun-sur-Meuse, driving him back faster and faster
out of the home into which he had broken, and when
halted in full stride, weeping with rage at being
thwarted in catching him in his own home, for which
he was making with such haste.
Who was this doughboy that did this t Who were
they that helped him?
The front he held was seventy-five ndles wide.
More than a million of him held it. Behind him from
where he fought, all the way across France to the
shore where he had landed, all his machinery was
working to feed and arm him and care for his wounds.
It was not perfect — ^how could it be t But daily it
was growing towards perfection. Though still so
new at the vast, terrible game — ^three years (and in
most cases nearly four years) newer than his allies
— once fairly in the game, he caught up to them with
a speed that astonished them, and which they remem-
ber with the warmest admiration.
To General Mangin I said on a later day, purposely
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steering dear of any phrase which might hint of
brag :
**And I hope yon fonnd that onr soldiers did fairly
wellt^'
The tone in which he answered was like a rebnke.
** Fairly well I'* he exclaimed, **bnt very well! very,
very well."
He spoke without reserve and all the more cor-
dially, perhaps, because during the talk which had
preceded this question of mine he had found me not
unaware that we owed our Allies quite as much as
they owed to us ; that the moral tonic of our coming
in had been weakened by our delay in coming over;
that twelve long months after we had come in, only
300,000 of us had got over; that nothing but the ter-
rifying imminence of disaster, in March 1918, had
started the getting us over in adequate numbers, and
with proper speed ; that, but for the help of British
transports, more than half of us could not have got
over even then ; that nothing but the superb sticking
to it of British and French armies during 1917-18,
and General Nivelle ^s attack in 1917, without waiting
for our coming, had held the Germans off, and thus
given us the time in which to get ready; and that
during this time our private citizens by the thou-
sand, Americans on whose shoulders rested great
private responsibilities, had dropped their work re-
gardless of their politics, and dedicated their unre-
warded ability to propping up the most incompetent
and most ungrateful adndnistration which we have
thus far staggered along under. The French had
helped us out with nearly three thousand airplanes
—we had nothing of this kind ready. As to guns,
even by Armistice day we had on our front no 75 ^s,
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155 mnu howitzers, or 155 G. P. F, gnns— the French
equipped us from their own plants with this artil-
lery for thirty divisions. During the Meuse-Argonne
battle our remount resources fell so short that Mar-
shal Foch turned over to us 13,000 animals from
the French armies. Our men had been dragging the
guns through the mud themselves, leaving behind
their rolling kitchens in order to do it, and eating
roots. One division had been obliged to do so much
walking in other regions that it named itself the
Sight-Seeing Division.
A word about our deficiencies, the lightest acknowl-
edgment that we did not win the war alone, that
General Gouraud, for example, with the 4th French
Army was fightiag west of the Argonne while Gen-
eral Liggett with our first army was fighting in it
and east of it, and that together we broke the evil
spell and at the finish were, so to speak, flying to
victory — ^any syllable of such recognition brought
instantly its generous response from any Frenchman
just as well as from General Mangin. What they
liked, what opened their hearts, was a word, or even
a sign, which expressed appreciation of their cour-
age and suffering during the three years before we
brought any courage or suffering into it; receiving
such word or sign, they would say readily enough
that we had saved them in 1918. What they did not
like, what shut their hearts, was to hear us boast.
It is difficult to pay compliments* to a man who has
already begun to pay them to himself.
But who were these American doughboys for whom
General Mangin had such handsome compliments f
Four French and twenty-one American divisions
fought the Meuse-Argonne fight, and of our divisions
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five were regulars. All the rest came from civil life,
like the embattled farmer who in 1775 at Concord
and Lexington fired the shot heard ronnd the world.
Every trade, profession, walk in life from all over
the country united to make that roar which spoke
to the enemy of American courage in the Meuse-
Argonne.
And who were the enemy t Germany 's best troops,
prepared from the cradle for this day, their minds
put in uniform at the kindergarten. So fierce be-
came the American onset that when a German divi-
sion had once got into it, it had to stay in, it could
not be relieved. Twenty divisions were taken from
the French and one from the British front to. pile in
the way of the Americans. Forty-seven days of this,
forty-seven days of the worst battle Americans have
known from Lexington and Concord to the Armistice,
and it was over. Not as at the second battle of the
Marne, or at St. Mihiel, where we attacked on two
sides of a pocket and squeezed the enemy out of it,
but in a remorseless frontal attack, did our divisions
fight through the Mouse- Argonne, managing entirely
by ourselves for the first time the whole mechanism
and apparatus of it — communications, dumps, tele-
graph lines, and water service. We lost some 117,000
in killed and wounded, captured 26,000 prisoners,
847. cannon, 3,000 machine guns, and large quantities
of material. Except by the five divisions of regulars,
it was not done, it could not be done, with the tech-
nical experience of regulars. Life was wasted: —
seeing the waste at times the French exclaimed,
* 'they're crazy'*: and perhaps General Pershing's
words about it belong here :
The less experienced divisions, while aggressivoi
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were lacking in the ready skill of habit They were
capable of powerful blows, but their blows were apt
to be awkward — ^team work was not often well under-
stood. Flexible and resourceful divisions cannot be
created by a few manoeuvres or by a few months'
association of their elements. On the other hand,
without the keen intelligence, the endurance, the will-
ingness, and enthusiasm displayed in the training
area, as well as on the battle field, the successful
results we obtained so quickly would have been ut-
terly impossible/'
Let this page therefore chronicle the names of
those sixteen divisions who by a few manoeuvres and
a few months' association in the training area were
able with our five divisions of regulars to obtain so
quickly those successful results.
That splendid 26th Division, the Yankee, came
early to France, fought early, and fought late; the
28th was the Keystone, and saw war from the second
Mame to Varennes and Apremont in the Argonne
Forest; the Blue and Gray, or 29th, captured Hau-
mont; the Terribles, or 32nd, knew the Vesle and
met tibie 4th Prussian Guards, and was twice in the
Mouse- Argonne — especially at Cierges and Bomagne,
and its name does not disclose that it came from
Wisconsin and Michigan, but only that the French-
men who gave it this name thought that it knew how
to fight; the Prairie came from Illinois, it was the
33rd, and fought with the British in July, and along
the Mouse in October ; the 35th, or Santa F6, did not
come from the ancient city, but from Missouri and
Kansas, where the trail to the ancient city began,
and after being in the Vosges it came to the fight,
especially at Vauquois and Cheppy ; the Buckeye, or
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37thy naturally came from Ohio, and most particu-
larly took one side of Montf ancon Hill while the 79th
took the other ; it was a devastating piece of courage ;
the true cause of the 42nd being called the Bainbow
Division was not, as has been repeated, any incident
in the sky, but because men from twenty-six states
and the District of Columbia were in it, and of its
record it has reason to be proud; it knew the July
fighting in the chalk-white country east of Beims,
and the Aisne-Mame, and St. Mihiel, and came in
for the flying finish of the Meuse- Argonne ; I do not
know whether the 78th got its name from the New
Jersey men in it or not; men from New York and
Delaware were there too, and it was called the Light-
ning Division ; it came into the fight by Grand Pr6,
where it relieved the heroic 77th after the bitter
struggle through the Argonne Wood, and had a bitter
struggle itself to take the Bois des Loges; the Lib-
erty or 79th Division came from Pennsylvania, Mary-
land, and the District of Columbia, and after its share
at Montf aucon and its extra rush to Nantillois, went
east of the Meuse and was headed for Lorraine ; the
Blue Bidge began the Argonne early at B6thincourt,
fought through the whole of it, finishing after the
capture of Beaumont and Yoncq ; the Wildcat fought
east of the Meuse, and took Chatillon and other
towns; and the reader will expect to hear that it
came from North and South Carolina and Florida,
but it also came from Porto Bico : the All American,
or 82nd Division, came from thirty-seven states,
though it was the National Quard of Georgia, Ala-
bama, and Tennessee; it fought through October,
taking Marcq, Chehery, and other places; the 89th,
at whose capture of Barricourt heights Foch ex-
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daimed '^the war is over/' was called Wood's Own,
and I think that Leonard Wood most have liked that
name as much as did the men ; they came from Kan-
sas, Missouri, Colorado, Nebraskisi, North Dakota,
New Mexico, and Arizona ; they began to fight in the
St. Mihiel, went into the Meuse-Argonne, capturing
other places beyond Barricourt, and found themselves
beyond the Meuse on November 11th. They derive
pleasure also from remembering that they were thei
football champions of our entire army. The 90th,
the Alamo, from Texas and Oklahoma, came into
the fight in October, and stayed till the end, capturing
ten places and advancing eighteen miles against re-
sistance. The 77th, the Metropolitan Division, had
a somewhat special chance to suffer and to triumph.
They happened to be placed in the thick of the Ar-
gonne Wood, on the worst side of that bristling
hog-back, their period on the front line during the
difficult advance which constitutes the second chaj)-
ter of the battle being longer than that of any other
division. They fought from the first day imtil Oc-
tober 15th, and again from October 31st to November
11th, and their losses were severe. One incident of
their fight has become widely known ; we read of it
in the newspapers each day while it was happening,
we have read of it since. Three whole years after
it occurred, we were all reminded of it again by an
event of piercing sadness. Through the romantic
phrase of a newspaper correspondent, a misrepre-
sentation was umntentionally spread, and though the
error has been corrected and Major Whittlesey set
right, an established mistake needs to be set right
more than once. His battalion was not a ^^Lost Bat-
talion,'' as it was called in the despatches.
M-'
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After the 77th Division had been advancing six
days, through the bristles and across the slits in
the hog-back, a wickedly hot fire stopped it, notwith-
standing which it was ordered to go on. Near a
place called Binarville, fairly west through the wood
from Varennes, trickle some marshy tributaries of
the Aisne, down the west side of the hog-back. These
make swamps and come to junctions, over whose wet
ground rise high, steep, wooded rocks in walls. Com-
panies from the 307th and 308th Infantry with some
of the 306th Machine Gun Battalion, formed the bat-
talion which Major Whittlesey was ordered to take
iato one of these junctions and hold the position.
He carried out the order, working through the meshes
of wet growth, losing near a hundred men, raked by
fire, and taking prisoners nevertheless. Here he was
to have been supported on the west by some of Gou-
raud^s 4th French Army, and on the east by the
307th Infantry. These flanking supports failed to
make the planned parallel advance each side of him.
Being thus the only one to succeed in carrying out
his orders, he found himself cut off, surrounded, with
food for one day, and set about making the best he
could of it. He got one message back to headquarters
by a carrier pigeon, the man he sent for food never
returned. His general had ordered Whittlesey to
stay, and now did his best to get reinforcements to
him. For three days the battalion listened to Ger-
man voices, returned German fire, and grew more
hungry, more thirsty, and fewer in numbers — ^from
more than six hundred to two hundred and fifty —
but they kept off the Germans, who asked them now
ij^ and then why they did not surrender. On the fourth
day, with still no food, with scanty water, and groan-
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ing wounded, and lessening anunnnition, they still
held on, refusing the German invitations to surren-
der. The last of these invitations was not shouted
from the enemy line, it was a note brought by mes-
senger — ^a captured American soldier. Part of this
note read:
* ^ The suffering of your wounded men can be heard
over here in the German lines, and we are appealing
to your humane sentiments to stop. A white flag
shown by one of your men will tell us that you agree
w^h these conditions. Please treat Private as
an honorable man. He is quite a soldier. We envy
you.*'
That was a handsome message, and Whittlesey
made no comment as he read it; it is said that he
smiled. After showing the note to officers standing
near him, he put it in his pocket. It was the men
who shouted their defiance pungently and unprint-
ably to the enemy when the news of the note and its
contents got about. They preferred death to sur-
render, and death it would have been that evening
for them all, but they were saved by the arrival of
the 307th.
There is the story : Whittlesey had orders to take
and hold at any cost a certain position. He did it,
and through his dogged courage our line was pushed
forward and stabilized.
Whittlesey is dead. Three years after those Ar-
goime days, he jumped from a steamship to his
death at sea. We must suppose that his nerves had
received a bruise incurable. This war with the hor-
rors of its new science seems to have destroyed the
mental or physical health of many who came bravely
through it unhurt, so far as appearances went at
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the time. Its work on mind and body resembles the
bnm of radium on occasions, invisible at first, a deep
sore later, hard to heal, and sometimes fatal.
Braised nerves, the radium burns of the war, can
be seen today in many hospitals and asylums. A
lady where I live wished to arrange a little music
for the entertainment of some patients, and asked
that these sick soldiers be allowed to assemble in a
large hall where the concert could be given.
*^They cannot be allowed to go there,** said the
superintendent. **They are seven hundred and fifty
men permanently raving mad.**
On many acres in the Meuse-Argonne countless
great deeds were done that never will be known. The
hero that lives in most men and may sleep in them
through a whole life of week-days, waked in this
fiery month of battle and made of it a sacred day,
frightful, consecrated, divine through sacrifice. The
nameless unrewarded dead, the seven hundred and
fifty madmen, are less sad to think of than certain
of those who lived and came out whole, in whom
the hero has fallen so fast asleep again that his very
existence seems doubtful now.
Scarce three miles through the wood from the
swamps and tangles of the Beset Battalion, is quite
another sight. Prince Eupprecht of Bavaria lived
in the trees above Varennes most comfortably. To
see his thoughtfully constructed quarters was ample
compensation for not seeing the elaborate conve-
niences below ground that the Germans had made
for themselves at Les fiparges. I have been twice
to Eupprecht *s look-out. It must have housed more
enjoyments and relaxations for his royal senses than
Montf aucon supplied to the Crown Prince. I cannot
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blame a prince for taking such good care of his pleas-
ures so much as I blame those unthinking American
soldiers who, as soon as they got out of war-stricken
France into unscathed, whole-skinned Germany, be-
gan to prefer Germans, merely because they found
it more comfortable on the uninvaded Rhine than on
the shattered and bleeding margins of the Mame and
the Meuse. It is a pity that these doughboys were
capable of so little reflection — ^thought more like chil-
dren of eight than men of twenty-five. Elaborate
thought was apparent everywhere in the quarters of
the Bavarian prince. One descended concrete steps
so solid and shapely that they were like what you see
in some large handsome garden conducting from some
terrace or arbor to some lake with lilies and gold-
fish; there, one's eye followed a substantial balus-
trade, again like something in a park ; down the first
flight, in the rooms, were wainscotted walls, excel-
lently finished, apartment led to apartment, one im-
agined where the electric lights had shone on games
of cards, and where music and song had made the
nights agreeable — all in the middle of this muddy,
wild, disordered wood! Brick heaters were there
to keep Rupprecht warm; one room had a bay-win-
dow like a city house; there was ornamentation;
there was a theatre ; in a trench to the left of Rup-
precht 's exit was beautiful concrete work; a fine
stone chimney stuck up into the wild, disordered
woods from a heavy, sunken concrete roof — ^probably
a division headquarters; the place was a veritable
city, the dug-outs went down sixty feet and connected
right and left. We did not go into a quarter of it. —
And then on the walls of Rupprecht 's parlor, ** Du-
buque, la.'^ scrawled in a clear hand. Also, ** Oscar
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McLeven/' and *'Eobert B. Frankim,'' and "Little
McCarthy/'
** During that battle T' I inqnired, astonished that
they should have had time to write their names —
or anything — ^then,
"No/' said our escort. "Done since by visitors/'
He had "jumped off " at Cheppy, just north of Va-
renneSy and knew that our men had been otherwise
occupied.
Such was the scene inside these concrete caves;
traces — almost echoes — of comfort, pleasure, luxury ;
and outside, at their very doors, the wild, disordered
wood, littered with leavings of war. Not yet were
the little wooden cleats along the wet paths disar-
ranged, nor yet the fragments among the sodden
leaves disturbed, and through the branches every-
where hung the telephone wires. We picked up, on
another day, two or three pages from a book, muddy
but legible still, libidinous and intimate, written to
stir youth and to goad age. To many an American
boy it would have been like the first dose of frontier
whisky to a Cheyenne or a Sioux, only more potent
in its appeal and more ravaging in its possible in-
fluence. Had the volume belonged to Prince Rup-
precht's library! Had it dropped from the kit of
some soldier of the 77th? Or had Little McCarthy
brought itf Well, we were not likely ever to know.
Not on the walls alone had the Little McCarthys
begun to leave their defacing mark; names and in-
itials were already carved upon the trees. This was
not the only place where such records were to be
seen; they covered the walls thick over at Mont-
faucon. Names were scribbled by the hundred in
that house on the height where tiie Crown Prince
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throngh thirty feet of periscope had safely watched
other people fight and die. These names were not
going to secure mnch immortality, however, for the
people who had written them; already this snug
abode of the Crown Prince was going the way of aU
flesh and plaster and mortar and everything else.
Its gaunt shape reared up on the hillside, and it was
ceasing to be a house and beginning to be remains;
in a little while it would be like all the rest of this
village. We entered the gaps that had been its front
door; explored its rotting premises, walked up its
as yet safe stairs; looked out of its window-holes
over the wide, mournful country towards Verdun;
watched the swallows flying in and out of these
holes ; stared at the disiategrating walls ; stared most
at that observatory which had been built through the
centre of the house for the Crown Prince. That
was a structure indeed! It ran up through the
building which served as a concealment of its iden-
tity, as camouflage. It was reinforced with steel and
sand bags and concrete. We admired this symbol
of the solid, thorough German character — ^and of
the precautionary valor of the House of Hohen-
zollem. We mounted to the roof and stood there
to look better across the wide view, the woods and
fields over which the 37th and 79th Divisions had
made that devastating frontal attack by which they
took Montfaucon. It had been said that you could
not take it. It stood up there about midway between
the Mouse and the Argonne, strengthened and pro-
tected by three years of German military science —
but they took it. Perhaps it was wasteful tactics,
certainly it was splendid courage.
Still better could we see the ground over which
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they had come from a point on the hill, which rises
higher than the look-out of the Crown Prince. There
was much in that graveyard to lead one to stand still :
another torn acre of tombs, another church that never
would be a church again. It made a high point in
the silence— one of the places where this enormous
stillness came flowing in from every quarter of the
horizon, flowing and flooding over ridge and wood
and field, coming to the base of the hiU, rolling up
its steep sides, and meeting and settling on top in
a great wave upon which human voices and the sound
of birds made not the slightest mark. I remember
that all the time we were there a cuckoo was sing-
ing ceaselessly. He was as filled with spring as
was the sunshine, and the green of the new leaves ;
but he made no difference, nothing made any differ-
ence, in this sea of silence that stretched around us,
west to the towers of invisible Beims rising above it,
and still west to Amiens ; and east also beyond where
eye could look.
I had copied no names in the house of the Crown
Prince, but in this graveyard among the heaved-up
slabs and ripped interiors where open coffins lay, I
wrote : J° F^*" Drouet, Docteur Medecin, 1795-1849 ;
H^^® Hector Guillenot d'Alby, 2™« regiment de cui-
rassiers, 1814-1855 ; Anne Brouchet, Epouse Drouet
et d^Alby, 1820-1880. These names were on the
tablet of a tomb broken open, and they belonged to
the corpses which had been scattered into sight. The
tomb was one of several fine monuments and had
been wired for the telephone and made an observa-
tion point, but this was no excuse for the wanton
desecration of the dead.
From here we could see the entire upland of the
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heights of the Meuse, as well as the ridge of the
Argonne Forest, and no place was better for relating
the parts of this large conntry to the whole. We
adjusted to each other the points where we had been,
and some of those still to come. There to the south
we could make out Hill 304, where our 80th and 4th
Divisions had begun their part of the Meuse-Argonne
battle near Bethincourt and Dannevoux, pivoting on
Verdun and swinging northward. We knew Hill 304,
for there we had been already in the course of our
circuitous wandering. We had gone in and out of
the folds of the landscape, and far and wide, seeing
various signs of the war scattered broadcast through
the region. Once, between Etain and Damloup, we
had passed a Baldwin locomotive, alive and steam-
ing, recalling home, and symbolizing reconstruction.
Tank traps had been placed along that road. These
consisted of very strong stone posts set in the ground
something like gate-posts, and between them would
be strung heavy chains. We had passed squads and
squads of German prisoners, dull in their dingy
green. These were at work upon the roads, and they
worked as little as they could. Alike in the knobbed
and gnomeish countenances of the old and the pleas-
ant ruddy faces of the young, I seemed to descry the
same look of puzzlement. Were they heavily won-
dering all the while how and why they had come to
be here, or had they worked beyond this to the later
stage of wondering how soon they would be able to
revenge themselves? We passed Russians too —
strangely different from any one else. Our escorts
could not tell us what they were doing or what their
status was ; and I doubt if they knew this themselves.
They had saved France as much in the beginning
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as we had saved her in the end; they had fought
bravely, had been vilely betrayed at home, and
slaughtered pitifully by the thousand, and now their
country — the one that they had known — ^was welter-
ing in disaster, no longer herself. I gather that they
had been treated very stupidly by the French Govern-
ment, and that their souls must have been poisoned
by a sense of ingratitude. Over all this unearthly
mixture of Baldwin locomotive, cheerful doughboys,
saddened peasants, German prisoners, Russian exUes
at work or at idleness, amid mounds and holes and
obliterated roads and villages, shone a bright sxm-
light upon the trees. In their branches the mistletoe
bunched like crows ' nests ; while above them in the
blue soared many larks like floating dots of song.
Their music fell upon the forlorn fields in scattered
drops of sound which might have been made by silver
hammers tapping upon a crystal vault. German
words were painted large and black upon many a
village comer, sometimes naming a street, sometimes
an office or headquarters ; and from these still habit-
able edifices we would pass almost in a breath to
zones where all had been blasted flat, and it was
rare to see any fragment that still resembled a house.
Along much of these winding journeys, camouflage
of various patterns remained, whole or in rags ; and
this also touched with unearthliness a scene where
shell holes lay like giant soup plates, scummed with
motionless bubbles and awful liquid.
And yet the fury which had reduced the world to
this, produced — otherwise man would have perished
as much from horror of the brain as from wounds
of the flesh — songs, and jokes by the thousand, and
philosophy, and in many cases deep, ultimate, serene
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belief in God. A piece of poUu philosophy from the
trenches has been translated into English and ap-
plied to our doughboys ; but by an American brain
no such train of logic would have been formulated,
although, once it was f ormulated, American brains
might readily have assented to it :
With the poUu everythmg might be worse.
Of two things one is certain —
Either you're mobilized or you're not mobilized;
If you're not mobilized, there's no need to worry,
But if you 're mobilized, one of two things is certain —
Either you're at the front or behind the lines.
If you're behind the lines, there's no need to worry,
But if you 're at the front, one of two things is certain —
Either you're in a safe place or you're exposed to danger.
If you're exposed to danger, one of two things is certain —
Either you're wounded or you're not wounded.
But if you 're wounded, one of two things is certain —
Either you 're wounded slightly or you *re wounded seriously.
If you're wounded seriously, one of two things is certain —
Either you recover or you die.
If you recover, there's no need to worry.
If you die you can't worry, so what's the use.
The gaiety of this, which flashes through it like a
blade of well-tempered steel, strangely ratifies a word
of foresighted discernment spoken by Bismarck in
1874. That was three years after he had defeated
France and taken Alsace-Lorraine from her. He
was passing with a friend through some German
city — ^it may have been Stuttgart — ^and in the evening
went to hear La Fille de Madame Angot, whose
words and music were then quite new. It came from
Paris. At first Bismarck was much diverted, and
laughed and enjoyed himself. Gradually he ceased
to laugh, became graver and graver, until he was
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so dark and silent that his friend in surprise asked
him if he did not like it.
**Not at all/' he said. *^For here is an enemy
singing and dancing, and an enemy who can sing and
dance like that is not conquered. ' '
In those days and long after them, as late as 1914,
indeed, the rest of the world — ^and even France her-
self—would have heard in the sportive measures of
Madame Angot nothing but an irresponsible, if agree-
able, levity ; but canny old Bismarck heard that phi-
losophy of the poUu. One remembers it was in the
following year, 1875, that, if he had been allowed
by certain other powers, he would have invaded
France again in order to ** bleed her white'' so that
she should stay so. Very obviously the gaiety of
Madame Angot contributed its light straw to his
perfectly wise and perfectly savage intention.
Along the valley of the little Aire we followed very
intelligibly the advance made during the first eleven
days of October by our 1st Division. While Whittle-
sey was across in the wood west of the river, perhaps
six miles off, they were working along east of it,
capturing Baulny, Exermont, Fleville; and there
was but little along this ridge to hinder our view of
the whole of this. Down below ran the river pleas-
antly, its vaUey green with marshes and busy with
birds and looking like something at home — ^very dif-
ferent from the sights on the ridge. To tell a reader
about mud is hardly worth while, therefore I will say
no more of it than that later, beyond Grand Pre, and
between Buzancy and Raucourt, we grew venture-
some in our exploration, and for a while I wondered
if I were not going to be sorry that I had come. But
we got out of it at last, and I must certainly tell you
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about the bells of Autrecourt, another of the villages
taken by our 1st Division, in their fight during early
November.
On the river Meuse, upon that reach of it which
saw us come after the Huns in the final days, are
Mouzon, Letanne, Angecourt, Autrecourt, with Beau-
mont and Yoncq not far off; all names full of mem-
ory to our divisions who pushed to the river or
beyond it during the flight to victory just before
the Armistice. Mouzon has a most beautiful little
church, but its bells are gone. So are the bells gone
from all of the churches thereabouts, save only the
church at Autrecourt. This has one, the others fol-
lowed where went their neighbors of Mouzon and
all the other places. Their bells were removed by
the Germans for the sake of their metal. One eve-
ning, just about the time that the order went forth
to take away all the French church bells that they
might be melted down in Germany for the better
destruction of the French, some Hun officers were
enjoyiQg themselves iq Autrecourt. They were sup-
ping freely and easily. So were the few other Ger-
mans who were there. The village, like all of the
Meuse- Argonne region, had been in German pos-
session since 1914, and the officers had made them-
selves much at home. That night during the supper,
fire broke out in the German military stores. As
this mishap was not at all one which concerned the
French, they became the pleased spectators of it.
Can you see those French peasants and villagers
with their hands in their pockets, watching the fire
get the better of the German stores! "When it was
quite too late to do anything in the way of preven-
tion, somebody came out from supper and saw.
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**Mein Gott!'' lie very naturally exclaimed.
But this did no good, nor did any of the various
other expressions which followed from him and his
brother officers, as they came piling out.
**Why did you not tell us of thisT^ they demanded
of the villagers. ^ ^ Why did you allow it to get beyond
control I You should immediately have sounded the
tocsin. ' ^
But to this the villagers had no answer except to
smile agreeably while they shrugged their shoulders.
So it all burned to ashes and more had to be sent
from Germany.
**Very well,^^ said the officers, **for your pig-dog
disrespect for the property of the All Highest, you
shall receive punishment. During three months, be-
ginning tomorrow, every day two citizens shaU ring
the tocsin for fifteen minutes.^'
This sentence was forthwith put into effect, and
while it was in mid-execution came the people to
carry out the order from Germany and remove all
church bells. But if you have no bell you can sound
no tocsin. Therefore from the church at Autrecourt
only two bells were taken in order that two citizens
should be able to carry out the punishment by ring-
ing the third bell for fifteen minutes every day till
the three months had expired.
Today, therefore, while all neighboring church
towers are empty of their chimes, you can hear one
bell at Autrecourt calling the peasants and villagers
to their prayers.
It was at Mouzon, next door to Autrecourt, a mile
or so up the Meuse, that the village apothecary told
me this, after he had accompanied me in a vain
search for the grave of an American boy, and we
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were inside the exquisite church. Throughout all of
this woe-begone country it was merriment bubbling
from the eternal masculine heart that helped that
tough heart to beat on sanely till the tempest was
over ; and when we wander among the crosses where
lie the dead men whose hearts were stilled during
the storm, we shall not imagine it rightly if we
imagine it as going on without laughter. There is
no laughter for us among the crosses: but of them
that were in it, few who survive, I think, could have
come through and remained at all themselves, had
they not been capable of mirth. Therefore when I
think of the men who fought and suffered so well —
French, British, Americans — ^I know that most of
them joked well too — ^know that nearly every day they
must have exchanged words such as these between
two American doughboys talking about a third, and
overheard by an officer:
**He's got just about no sense at all.''
* * No. If his brains were gunpowder and went off
they wouldn^t blow his nose.''
The **buck privates" whom we saw in the streets
of Sedan looked as if almost any of them could talk
like that in almost any circumstances. Sedan they
had not entered at the end of their rush during those
early November days of 1918 ; this particular act had
been most fittingly done by the French ; it was right
to heal, so far as ever it could be healed, the wound
and the outrage dealt there by Bismarck to France
in 1870. Do you remember the outrage? There it
was that the Emperor Louis Napoleon surrendered,
and a great disaster fell upon the French army and
nation; and while that surrender was taking place,
Prussian trumpets blew the strains of the Marseil-
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laise into the ears of their vanquished foes. Oh,
my friend, when yon hear talk about the * irritating ^'
attitude of France since the war, put yourself, whose
country has never suffered anything like this, in a
Frenchman's place; and remember the indemnities
which Germany purposed to exact from France,
England, and ourselves, if she had wonl
Just across the bridge over the Meuse as one came
from the south into Sedan, was the house where Louis
Napoleon had been on that day in 1870. Not far
away on the other side of the street was an old lady
in a booth selling picture post-cards of the place, and
of her I bought at once a picture of that Napoleon
house.
**I shouldn't have wanted to own this before,'*
said L
**0h, no, monsieur,'' she answered, **but now it
makes one joy, does it not?"
Our doughboys seemed to swarm in the town, in
the middle of the street, on the sidewalks, and in the
house and tree-grown yard of the Cafe de la So-
quenette. This pleasant establishment did a brisk
business, and as we ourselves sat there pausing
before our plunge back into the zone of utter devas-
tation, the voices of the doughboys came to us from
tables adjacent.
**Well," said one, **I'm told that the boats on the
Bhine have square port-holes to fit the heads of
Germans."
We left them and Sedan behind us. We had come
into the town by the road above which they had been
stopped by the Armistice, in their forward rush.
This road, the Meuse, and the railway, are all close
together at this particular point, to which three of
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our divisions came — ^the 1st on November 7th, the
42nd on the 7th and 8th, the 77th on the 10th and
11th. To mark this farthest fling of their victorious
tide, a memorial stone stands today above the road.
This I passed in those later days when the ticket
agent was so civil to me upon finding I was an
American. I hope that I shall drive along that road
some day again. I find myself wishing to linger in
words upon it now, instead of getting away from
Sedan. It is because of our doughboys. This is my
last chance to talk about them when they were at
their best, and I am loath to leave it. Discipline
and a great cause lifted thousands high above their
daily selves for once at least, and for this they should
feel gratitude instead of demanding pay. The flash
of Cantigny revealed their mettle ; at Belleau Wood
and the bridge-head at Chateau-Thierry it flashed
again; in the second battle of the Mame the flash
widened to a steady blaze of established certainty;
St. Mihiel was a feat well and quickly done : but the
Mouse- Argonne, though less imprinted on the popu-
lar mind, rises above them all. It was truly a long
and tough battle, and virtually all their own. It was
difficult in every way ; through bad weather, through
bad country, inexpertly fed and supplied at times, on
account of the mud and the strangulation of the few
highways of supply— and against more and more of
Germany's best men fortified behind Germany's best
defences: forty-seven days of it; nothing like it in
the whole history of the nation. If there is such a
thing as being too proud to fight, the American
doughboy was sorely lacking in it.
You must not look at human nature with a micro-
scope alone ; distortion is the consequence. Even the
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calendared saints were sometimes sinners^ and the
doughboy was no saint. Moreover, in his mobilized
ranks abroad were enlisted professional criminals,
who escaped from discipline and degraded his name
by their f onl deeds in Paris until a heavy hand closed
upon them — ^while in his demobilized ranks at home
are guard-house lawyers, politicians, pension sharks,
who also degrade his name and drive many of the
best of him to resign from the organization which
held at its beginning a hope too ideal to come true
in a world like this. None of these things has any-
thing to do with the doughboy and his battles in
France. He came, often most unwillingly, from a
nation that hates war, and once in it he so conducted
himself in that quarrel that his adversary was ware
of him. Then he lived his great moment when disci-
pline and the cause made him more of a man than
he had ever been before. He showed himself a ter-
rible fighter — those other terrible fighters, the Aus-
tralians, found him **a bit rough. ^^ He proved a
soldier dogged, aggressive, enterprising, and humor-
ous — ^nobody better than he at the game. He also
showed himself a lover of children, an adept in ath-
letic sport, a too lavish spender, and keenly appre-
ciative of hospitality : not in every case, of course :
avoid the microscope. A good name lingers behind
him. I wish that all of him were stiU as worthy
today. And so my chances to dwell upon him, my
American brother, end. My last close sight of him
was in Sedan, gay beneath the trees of the Caf6 de
la Soquenette, conversing about Rhine steamers that
fitted their port-holes to the square heads of the
Germans.
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We left Sedan by another way and went along by
another river, la Chiers, which comes into the Meuse
just above Sedan, and goes through Carignan, Mont-
medy, and Longuyon, as we also did. All that road
was also along or near the Metz-M6zieres artery,
whose stranglmg by us throttled Germany's last
breath and threw her on her knees, praying to be
spared. There was no way of not granting that
petition; but prayers granted to Germany do not
improve her soul. Greater tragedy than the pre-
mature Armistice and the belated Treaty cannot be
met in history. We saw the chimneys of the Briey
basin, whence Germany got much mineral help for
the war, imtil we cut it off from her — and then in
one of those strange moments that was like some
evil magic, growing trees and living houses ended,
and we re-entered the awful Thing and the awful
Silence.
''For mark! No sooner was I fairly found
Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two,
Than, pausing to throw backward a last view
To the safe road, 'twas gone I grey plain all round :
Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound.
I might go on ; nought else remained to do.
''As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair
In leprosy— thin dry blades pricked the mud
Which underneath looked kneaded up witii blood.
And more than that — a furlong on — ^why there I
What bad use was that engine for, that wheel.
Or brake, not wheel— that harrow fit to reel
• Men's bodies out like silkf "
Had he who wrote that passed in vision seventy
years beforehand over this ground of the Woevre
and the Meuse- Argonne t
XXTT
VERDUN
Somewhere far back along our way, near its begin-
ningy I had remembered that line of mystery in Lear:
**The worst is not while we can say, This is the
Worst/' The words came back to me as we for the
first time neared Verdun; and Verdun has caused
my speech to die away at every sight of it that I
have had since. On its heights and in its hollows
I have walked with friends, none of us speaking a
word. Nothing that I or any man can say, or any
picture, will make you know what Verdim is. Music
might steep the spirit in the same mood. It is best
such a thing should have to be seen, should cost
eflfort; could its whole reality be carried about in
books and spread on laps, even it wotdd be cheap-
ened. As it is, you must go there to know it all,
you must climb about among its barbed and wasted
mounds, and stand high up a long while, and look
slowly down over the torn sea of shell holes to the
bottom and across the wide plain there, pock-marked
and patterned by the blasts of war. Whiffs of the
rotting dead are no longer blown to your nostrils
as you go about ; on that first day they were. Writ-
ten in my notes on the spot, at the moment, is this :
**Douaumont. Pools, humps, stones, corrugated
fragments, dead distance, dead near by, stumps, steel
rail, rusted bits, whiffs from the dead, human bones
(a German grave, his shoes, his bones, a cross of
twigs unnamed), a pool with thirty dead in it, and
larks in the sky.*'
Sitting at Douaumont and staring, it seemed as if
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all the miles of sacred ways we had travelled led
here ; as if we had been coining here ever since Com-
piegne, through Amiens, Reims, everywhere, the
whole journey being inevitably to bring us to this.
In my thought I could see Reims and Amiens back
on the road — ^truer to say, they came and stood in
my thoughts suddenly. They were this, and this
but a piece of them, just like the French boy who
wrote the letters, just like the whole of magnificent,
tragic France.
As you come in one way from ifetain, the white
dead fingers of the trees begin their stiff gesture
along the ridges. They beckon motionlessly, spread-
ing their ranks over the undulating dearth. Stark
and thin, with crazed knuckle joints, they show that
something wrong has happened to them, that they did
not die naturally, but were murdered. They stretch
around Tavannes and on to Vaux, in groves, or
by twos and threes, or sometimes just one flayed
bone, sticking up from meshes of barbed wire and
bumps of slaughtered earth. This ground, Vaux and
Douaumont, just these two fortresses, only a part of
Verdun ^s large circle of strongholds, was where dur-
ing four months 10,000 shells of 8 inches and larger
fell every day. Multiply it — one hundred and twenty
times ten thousand. How is it that any trees at aU
still stand to show that they were murdered f What
wonder, that all the men still alive by the ninth day
of it were weeping t
**They shall not pass.*^ That was Petain's prom-
ise about the Huns.
Before they knew that they never could pass, the
earth had become like this, and it was November —
they had begun to try to pass in February. Over
VERDUN 269
at Les Eparges not very far to our southeast, 70,000
French had been killed; of these dead, there were
8,000 not in shreds, the other 62,000 were mere name-
less drops of blood and bits of flesh. That seems bad
— ^but what was the cost of life here to prevent the
Germans passing? To save Verdun, four hundred
thousand French were killed, and of these were found
eighty thousand that still were human bodies. Of
these bodies about one-half could be identified. On
the forlorn hill beside the road, and opposite the
path that leads to Douaumont, is a wooden building,
a sort of chapel for the fragments of the featureless,
dismembered dead. A good man, the Padre Noel,
lives here in the wilderness, to be near these bones
and give them sacred shelter as fast as they are
found. They are being carefully searched for and
almost every day more are collected. Some came
from quite near, in a pinched little gully, the Bavin
de la Dame. Five hundred were killed in this place
and buried ; but later fighting wiped all these graves
away. In Padre Noel's chapel stood fifty-two coflSns
full of nameless bones on the last day I was there.
More are there now. All will never be found in that
wild continent of obliteration ; but in time, instead of
the wooden chapel, houses more permanent for those
bones will stand there: churches where all the be-
reaved of every faith may come and say their prayers
— ^a church for Catholics and one for Protestants,
one for Jews and one for Mohammedans ; the fami-
lies of every race that died fighting for Verdun will
have a sacred roof beneath which they can kneel and
feel at home and think of their dead. Or, if they live
too far away, or are too poor to come, they can know
that Padre Noel is there watching over the coflBns,
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and that when his watch is over, another will follow
him. Of the four hnndred thousand French killed
at Verdun, eighty thousand were fairly whole, forty
thousand recognizable : our American total of deaths
(to September 1, 1919) was 81,141, of which 35,556
were killed in action — or about the same number that
were recognizable after Verdun.
I wanted to climb down to the bottom of Vaux.
It was a good long descent; but with the earth in
natural state, half an hour would have been more than
enough. With the earth as it was, I got a little way
below the flat top of the fortress and went no farther.
I was among barbed wire, I had crossed some sag-
ging strands of it, more of it was ahead ; all the way
down, fence after fence of it encircled the slope, each
but a few yards apart. This was to climb over, with
a ground to walk on that was ditched deep with
trenches and so tossed and gutted that, had I made
the attempt, I should have been letting my body
down into holes and pulling it up at every dozen steps.
It would have taken all that morning, even if none
of the wire proved impassable. So I stopped where
I was and looked' at the great view. I had seen it
before in the days when no moving or living thing
could be descried. Today the slow smoke of a train,
creeping out from the deep folds of the hiUs on
its way to the open spaces of reconstruction, marked
the solitude. Its sound did not come up to me as I
watched it wind out of sight. It ran on a road-bed
between shell holes, dug-outs and the blur of barbed
wire, and once it stopped at a demolished station.
Beyond this, the hills opened upon the plain stretch-
ing to the forest of Spincourt. It was from this
wood that the Germans descended upon Verdun.
VERDUN 271
The distance was wan, effaced, of hues lighter or
darker, according as the land was open or wooded.
Thus the distance ; near at hand, the broken upheaval,
the bristling wire, the waste of splinters, slanted
weeds, and stones. A grave was here. No others.
It had the hill to itself. It was close against one of
the barbed wire fences. I made my way to it and
copied the inscription on the wooden cross :
L6on Fautier
30 Avril 1916
119* Reg* d'infantrie
That day had been the 38th of the siege of Verdun.
How many shells by then had fallen on Vaux? And
why was L6on Fautier not sleeping in some cemetery
with comrades for company! Had he fallen here,
and had his people wished that he stay heret The
cross was set in rubble and supported by stones and
the rusting shells of the 75 gun. Not a wreath, not
a leaf, lay on this naked grave.
Such is Vaux. Such it was in May 1919, and two
years later it was tmchanged. Exactly like it is its
neighbor Douaumont. In both you may descend and
be shown their dark interiors : a great disappearing
gun with its levers and machinery ; the hospital ; the
surgery; the chapel; where the commander slept;
where the soldiers lived; their well of water; the
place where the Germans came in; the gallery of a
frightful battle — the walls look stone-deaf from it;
and other galleries and labyrinths which you do not
explore, but merely peer into; all by the light of a
lamp held up for you by a grave poilu. He points
to where the tunnels lead to the tunnelled citadel in
Verdun itself, ten miles away. You can visit like-
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wise this enormous nndergroimd place and its gal-
leries; its chapel; its dining-room; where soldiers
and civilians lived in shelter during the siege of the
city in which every house was struck but one. It is
all strange and solemn; not to be missed; but you
will learn more in the outside air. Books have been
written about Verdun, many books already, a shelf
of them, well-nigh a literature. They are good, too,
some of them, well worth reading — ^the last days of
the Fort de Vaux, for instance. But you will learn
more in the outside air. Walk in the city, walk in
the plains, go up the hills and look down. Find some
chauffeur who fought through it all the four years,
and is here still, and will tell you about it, if he feel
that you care. Talk to Padre Noel among his coflSns.
I walked away from him across the road and wan-
dered along the path that leads to Douaumont. Pres-
ently this changes to planks and later accompanies
the light rails of the little war railroad. It goes
among and over trenches. Some of them are kept
as they were, but most are melting in the wet and
crumbling in the dry. In the bottom of one of these
shelters I passed near two women in black. They
were so still that they might have been something
come from another world. They held a paper and
looked down at it. I went on to where the path and
railroad end below the abrupt, gashed sxunmit. This
was two years after I had written in my diary upon
my first sight of Douaumont. In the later diary
come these words : ^* Walked to Douaumont. Rusted
debris — Slumps — ^larks — ^pools^ — silence.'' I climbed
to the top. There was the unchanged sight, the de-
scents of barbed wire, the unfolding hills, the stretch-
ing distance, wan, effaced. I explored for a while,
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and came down the steep banks to the plank path
again, and so back among the trenches. Still the two
women were down in that shelter, motionless, black,
their paper in hand. I guessed right what brought
them. Every day, I learned, came women like this
with papers by which they are guided to the spot
where their living became their dead. There they
stay, remembering.
^ Thus, walking about in the air, and stopping, it
sinks into you: the murdered trees, the forts, the
scarred hills rising out of silence into silence, and
motionless women in black, pilgrims to the foot of
earth on which their sons and husbands fell.
After such a sight, more sights followed, as the
road from Padre Noel and his house of coffins sinks
to levels below; it passes the Trench of Bayonets,
the ravine where the buried dead were torn out of
their graves by later violence; it winds through a
tormented region, gashed, discolored, quarried with
shelter holes like rows of ovens, scribbled with
trenches, blotched with craters — ^the Cote du Poivre ;
then it comes out beyond these ravaged steeps and
slants to the level ravage along the Meuse, the
tumbled village of Bras, the impassable streets of
Verdun itself.
One road threaded through the town; into the
others, as at Reims, the houses had fallen, barri-
cading passage. By climbing over their heaps one
could make one's way on foot from one end of a
street to the other, but in no other manner. When
next I saw these stones two years later, they were
not yet built back again into houses; that will take
a long time; they had been cleared away from the
streets and stood upon their land, symmetrically
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piled in level cubes, each stone numbered to mark
its identity. The jostled disorder of races at Verdun
in the early day was as mingled as the stones which
blocked the thoroughfare. We had our lunch in a
Y canteen that had been a house of which enough
remained for this purpose. Its street front was
fairly whole, its back gaped upon a court into which
the rest of this house and parts of its neighbors had
been hurled. Timbers lay there, and the twisted iron
of a balcony, and a plaster Virgin, and over these
things hung a pair of drawers recently washed. Eat-
ing together in the room were Russians, French,
Americans, negroes, and behind the counter serving
them stood American women in blue caps. Here and
there in doorways stpod German prisoners. Near
me was a negro soldier from Virginia who told me
that his name was Lee ; behind him sat a boy from
Oklahoma who said that he was glad he had come
because **he had it to do,^' but now that it was done
he would like to get home.
Upon the townsfolk and the peasant mind, what
mark was left by this huddled medley of races sud-
denly pitched everywhere into the quiet midst of
France! A very slight mark upon their minds it
must be, after four years of fighting for their lives.
To those who came through that, no sight can ever
be strange again, no matter what is destined to enter
Verdun by its ancient gate, beneath which have al-
ready passed so many centuries of sights. It will
leave but a faint impression upon the French mind.
The mark upon the French race might be deeper,
did heredity cope evenly with environment — but it
does not. Those half-French offspring of unfor-
given, overtempted mothers, begotten by Mongolians,
VERDUN 275
Slavs, Teutons, Africans, English, Americans, may
— some of them at least — have tragic childhoods;
to the nation they will make but little difference, and
most of them will come to count as wholly French.
Verdun as it had fallen and still lay, was without
shape; Verdun with its stones piled in the blank
spaces where its houses had stood once, was like a
mouth with many teeth gone. But no gaps were in
the sane, determined spirit ; not a voice, unless after
some intimacy of acquaintance, told you of loss, or
of hardship, but only of going on, of determination
to come back to full life and vigor, no matter how
long the struggle might be. By the Meuse, where
it runs through the town sluggishly, is a little public
square, the place Chevert, named to honor a soldier
of Verdun. With top-boots and sword, his spirited
statue rises in the middle of the square ; underneath
is his name and rank : Chevert, Lieutenant General,
1695-1769. Upon another face of the pedestal are
words recording that the fact that he never became
a marshal is a loss, not to him, but to those who
choose him for their model — and then, upon still
another face, an account of him so proud that I wish
the words into which I must translate it could equal
the fire which thrills through the original :
Without Ancestors,
Without fortune, without influence,
Orphan from childhood,
He entered the Service
aged eleven years.
He rose in spite of envy
by force of merit,
And each upward step
was the reward
of a noble act.
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^^Welly'' I have thought more than once, as I have
come to that French soldier's statae in my walks
about the streets of his native dty, '^he was like
France in these present years — without fortune,
without influence, rising in spite of envy, each up-
ward step the reward of a noble act."
It is to Verdun, indeed, that all the sacred ways
conduct. Even after travel along the others, by the
Lys, by the Somme, by the Mame, and east to the
Vosges by Thann and Massevaux, something more
which these have not spoken, is heard in that silence
there, and one comes from it with knowledge of
France still deeper than even Beims and Amiens
could impart.
Go, after seeing Vaux and Douaumont and all
other spots which are included in the word Verdun,
to the Mort Homme. Do not be content to look at
that hill from your car at Cumieres; leave the car
and walk to the top of Dead Man's Hill, and stand
there beside its monument. Give to this an after-
noon, so that the light of the ending day may shine
upon that sight and mingle with your thoughts.
From there is plain each way they came upon Ver-
dun ; first on the east side of the Meuse to Vaux and
Douaumont — ^which you can see far across the gulf
of silence ; then, because the fire from the west side
forts raked them — Fort de la Chaume, Fort du
Ghana, Fort des Sartelles, Fort de Choiseul, Fort
de bois Bourrus, Fort de Marre, Fort du Vacherau-
viUe — ^they changed their plan of siege and came on
the Mort Homme side of the Meuse. They fell by
thousands day after day, but still came, rising as it
were out of the earth. The French did not learn for
some time that it was reaUy a timnel through which
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they made their way under the hills from the northern
slope towards Forges. Hill 304 was part of this
battle-gronnd. In a circle stand the heights from
which the French ponred their fire. Sometimes this
hnge cup of country was a roar of flames to its rim,
and it wears today the charred look of ordeal. It
puts you once more in mind of the four hundred
thousand French who died here, of whom forty thou-
sand could be recognized. Those men had to fight
so hard lest the Huns pass that there could be no
stopping, they were given no breathing spell, until
70 per cent, of any command was wounded or tolled ;
then the surviving remnant could pause and wait a
while until its strength was filled by new men, and
sleep and change had made it fit to go in again.
Over Dead Man 's Hill the sky itself seems to grow
more solemn. From its summit the earth sinks away,
north, east, and west, in furrow after furrow of f rag^
ments. The receding lumps merge and stretch to the
feet of distant hills, or to the horizon. The eye looks
across the wide valley to Vaux, or toward Montfau-
con, over a world that might be a planet after death ;
a planet that did not bum out and chill gradually, but
was violently killed through some last encounter
between the forces that created it. One thinks. Will
man^s engines, greater than he already, break wholly
from his control and in the end be able to tear the
world to dust, so that as dust it floats on through
space— or will man sometime be so taught by what
war has done that he will cease to wage it and will
not have to die before he find peace t
Nothing that you see from Dead Man's Hill gives
an answer. You go on looking at the sky, at the
quiet, pitiful miles ; and here, still more than at Mont-
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f ancon, the tidal wave of silence rolls in and covers
the place deep. It is gigantic, but yet so wistf nl, so
yearning, so potent, that yon come to feel it is a sort
of being made of a million beings, and has a message,
and might speak if rightly commanded.
It went with me away from the hill, north to
Brienlles and across the Mouse there. As we came
back along that east side of the river through Sivry,
and Consenvoye where the German line had been, and
then Brabant where had been the French line, and the
ground and the ruin never changed, it seemed to enter
me. Rain began to fall and light was leaving the day.
Every village was a heap of stones, many houses
blown out of all shape. In some houses that were
half left, a single light burned, and you saw a peasant,
man or woman, after the day^s work upon the shell
holes, entering home for the night. Along this road,
I think in Consenvoye, one half -ruin had passed by
upon which remained the solitary (German word:
Spielhaus.
PART SECOND
TWO YEAES AFTEB
In the long run even a gloomy truth is better company
than a cheerful falsehood.
Augustine Bibbell, Be$ Judicata.
xxni
OLD ACQUAINTANCE
Soon after seeing Verdun I came home, where, with
far too many Americans, the war was out of sight and
out of mind. Moreover, great numbers of my fellow-
countrymen were still of the stale, misdirected
opinion that we owed our ally, England, nothing
but a grudge. Whether we like it or not, England is
quite the best thing since Bome, better than Bome,
and not only the real cradle of American liberty but
its constant friend, although she once tried to upset
the child and has since then rocked it rather violently
at times. History, which has been concealed from
American youth by the grudgers, shows unanswer-
ably that England has never allowed other nations to
be rough with her offspring, invariably saying
"hands off'' to all comers who meditated assault — ^to
Germany last and most emphatically in 1898. A cen-
tury of suppressed facts shows the distortion instilled
into the American mind by school histories and poli-
ticians who want Irish votes. These facts I gathered
and printed, and it took a long while to make a short
book. Then I set to work upon my second debt of
honor, this time to France who, next to England, is
the greatest thing since Bome, and our next best
friend. The truth is that since the surrender of
Comwallis in 1781, France on the whole has been less
good than England to us, and has given us more oc-
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casions for a gmdgey if grudge were possible ; but it
is not ; no American can forget what France did for
UB in the darkest day of our childhood^ and the high
example of generosity which she set in the first treaty
of alliance that she made with us : she was to receive
no compensation for her help. This was unprece-
dented in history, and our following the precedent in
1918 squares no account iq decent minds, because
between friends there can be no question of such
accounts.
More than a dozen of the preceding chapters had
been written ; it was late in 1920 ; I had not been back
to see the devastated regions, but many whom I knew
had been there. Had they all told me the same story,
there would have been nothing to do but believe them
and go on writing this book; but the stories would
have bewildered any one: France was doing very
well, France was doing very badly, she was rich, she
was poor, she was working nobly to get on her feet,
she was perfectly idle and waiting for Germany ^s
reparation money, she was militaristic and making
all the trouble there was, she was not militaristic and
she wanted only to be let alone. What was there to
do but go over agahi and see for myself! I went
accordingly for two months — and stayed eight, be-
cause to see everything and hear everytiiing and after
that to know my own mind clearly, was quite beyond
my powers, unless I took my time over it. I did not
see everything, but certainly I saw France, and I
heard everything else from very close.
My pilgrimage in chaos tangible had ended at
Verdun, and now began a journey in chaos intangible,
chaos politic, moral, financial, paper nations, paper
money, crumbling friendships, gathering hatreds^
OLD ACQUAINTANCE 283
misery and menace so appalling, that the tragedy of
the peace grew blacker to me than the tragedy of the
war and for a while I conld not see the wood for the
trees. Merely to read the morning paper was to renew
each day yesterday's restlessness, as in the war
times ; but this new restlessness was as much subtler
than the old had been as poison gas is more subtle
than bullets. Good news came during the war some-
times, it never came now ; in a word, civilization, after
its four years' sleepless battle for life, had entered
upon no healing period of rest, but had merely passed
from one state of insonmia into another. What was
happening to Wrangelf Was Austrian starvation be-
ing relieved! Were the English miners to strike? Was
the plebiscite in Upper Silesia to be dominated by
Prussia t Was the Irish question nearer solution f
Were they going to cut down Germany's reparation
any further! Would she pay her next instalment t
It was for answers to such questions as these that
one opened the morning paper, instead of to see what
was happening on the West Front. There was no
west or any other front, no Hindenburg Line between
warring forces, the new evil was invisible and crossed
all fronts like a pestilence. Paper money is the mor-
phine of economic insomnia, as vain and dangerous a
drug, and many governments in Europe were giving
themselves weekly injections of it. Through the con-
tinuous convulsions in exchange, a traveller with
American money could live in Vienna or Warsaw or
Buda Pesth luxuriously for about ten dollars a week,
while on the other hand an Austrian who had buried
in his garden a fortune equal to a thousand dollars in
1914, would find it equal to less than two dollars if
he should dig it up. While these earthquakes rocked
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the buying and selling of Europe, England's unem-
ployment dole had merely helped to beget industrial
paralysis and a breed of bribed idlers. These
marched through London streets in smaU, mean
processions flanked by policemen, their flags and
their faces all one piece of ignoble discontent. Every
one in England seemed to be hard at work except
the laboring classes, whose aim, apparently, was
to make a second Russia of Great Britain. I know
of a gardener who gave his employer notice, and on
being asked if he was dissatisfied replied, no, but
that he could get higher wages for walking in the
procession of the unemployed.
Such was the background of my new pilgrimage,
every day being crowded with experiences and con-
versations so vivid and engrossiug, that only at cer-
tain times when I was alone did the menace which
threatened us all — ^and is nearer now— darken my
enjoyment.
I went over every foot of the devastated regions
that I had seen two years before, and all the rest that
I had not then seen — from Ypres to Alsace and every-
thing between ; the Somme four times, the Aisne four
times, Champagne once, the Meuse-Argonne twice,
St. Mihiel once, the Vosges once. I began these
journeys early in February and finished them early
in August, able so to watch the land in different sea-
sons. I went as the guest and companion of French
and English officers, with friends, and alone ; meeting
everywhere official and unofficial courtesy all the
more friendly when it was discovered that I had come
on my own errand, the representative of nobody and
nothing except my own desire to ascertain the truth
and tell it. I spent one deeply interesting week at
OLD ACQUAINTANCE 285
Geneva, meeting under auspices that I can never
forget the members of the Secretariat of the League
of Nations. I heard of their work from themselves.
I saw where they did it, I talked with several of them
at length. I felt as if I listened to statesmen, not to
politicians. I came away to grow steadily more
sorry than ever that the reservations made by our
Senate should have been rejected by Mr. Wilson. In
the opinion of Lord Grey they were proper, and M.
Andre Tardieu, one of the ablest minds in France, has
written in his book that they were no grave modifica-
tion of the general document. I wish that Mr. Wil-
son had not kept us out of the League of Nations ;
we could do no better thing than to join it intelli-
gently; various small countries have brought their
difficulties to it with success, and its action seems
steadily to be enlarging in scope and gaining in
authority. Any device so new cannot win immediate
acceptance, and none so complicated should have been
set going all at once. I am even of opinion that it
would be well if France could persuade herself to
admit Germany into the League if ever the improb-
able happen and Germany give to her and to the
world more solid proofs than she has so far of ** moral
disarmament. ' ' I did not travel in Germany, but I
met, sometimes daUy, EngUsh and Americans and
French who had just come from there, and whose
reports did not seem to me wholly reassuring. For-
tunately, the convictions which I have been able to
extract from my second pilgrimage in chaos are few
and clear :
Is France militaristic! No.
Is France idle ? No.
Is France well off f No.
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Are those Americans right who wish to keep np
American isolation f No.
There they are, my four convictions; but before
dealing with them, I must say that nothing I found
over there so concerned me as the falling apart of
England and France and the falling together of Eng-
land and Germany. It seemed to me that England
was forgetting **I)er Tag" rather soon, her battles
in Flanders and Picardy rather soon, and rather soon
the twenty thousand manufactories and five hundred
thousand houses that in France had been laid in
partial or total ruin. Some of the reasons were
natural but none of them wise, as it seemed to me,
unless there were complete ^^ moral disarmament" in
Germany; and I remembered Benjamin Franklin at
the signing of the Declaration of Independence, when
some signer had remarked, ^^We must all hang to-
gether," and Franklin rejoined, ** Otherwise we shall
all hang separately. " It seemed to me that the Eng-
lish were forgetting prematurely that in 1914 Ger-
many's plan had been to hang several nations
separately, and that only their hanging together had
stopped her.
Beneath the commercial reasons for this estrange-
ment, lurked two which may be termed psychological.
There was some jealousy. Each had been necessary
to the other's salvation, each would have liked it
better if it had wholly saved the other — although,
could this have happened, the other (whichever it
was) would have been still less pleased. Second, the
principle of old acquaintance was asserting itself
quite obviously in a sort of inverted manner; one
heard of unnatural friends and foes. Centuries of
enmity lay between England and France, and but four
OLD ACQUAINTANCE 287
years of a common cause. Once the common cause
was removed, old acquaintance would not be forgot,
and this acquaintance was hostile, while a long past
of friendship lay between England and Germany.
All this was very natural — and very undesirable. It
was made worse by a misapplication of one of Eng-
land 's most magnanimous characteristics, shaking
hands with your enemy and forgetting all about your
quarrel, once you have soundly thrashed him. This
does very well, provided two things are true : your
enemy must give you an honest hand, and he must be
your enemy alone; you can't gracefully shake hands
with somebody else's enemy. It does not seem to me
that Germany has given an honest hand to anybody
(unless this has happened very lately indeed) and I
know of no compelling reason to believe that she has
ceased to be the enemy of France. Why should she t
Why should she renounce — ^and especially in the cir-
cumstances of the Armistice and what has followed
it — ^a plan of world dominion for which she has skil-
fully and subtly been made ready for so long a time t
Prussia began to train the grandfathers of the Ger-
mans who fought this war. Every toy, every song,
every book, every teaching from their nurseries to
their manhood has instilled three generations with
love of the Fatherland, contempt for other nations,
faith in the sacred mission of Kultur, and conquest
of the earth to spread its blessings — ^and for other
benefits of a more material kind. Just because she
failed in 1918, is all this to drop off Germany's back
like a change of linen f Were I a German and had
the deep and sincere belief and love of the Father-
land that is so fine a passion with them, it would not
drop off me ; it would be part of my soul.
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**0h, you're pro-French !' ' said an English friend
to me.
Well, it mnst have happened to everyone to agree
sometimes with one friend rather than with another,
and in this case I am bonnd to say that I think France
has the right of it. Some of her spokesmen have put
her, by their impatience, seemingly in the wrong ; but
in all faith and justice she is having what Americans
call a ** raw deal.''
Beside the causes of disagreement already named,
is one for which it is even more difficult to find any
solution. Without two things no nation can live:
these are food and safety. To buy food Englaiid
must sell goods and she needs Germany as a market.
But France has to be safe; she has seen Germany
overrun her twice in fifty years and these were not the
first times, and Germany has a population of sixty-
five million to France's thirty-eight. Moreover,
France has to be re-built and this will keep Germany
poor if she pays. But if Germany is poor, how is
England to buy bread, since so much of her money
comes from what she sells to Germany! If Germany
is rich she can invade France again. Having just
been half -killed, France does not wish to be wholly
slain.
Here is a clash between two national instincts of
self-preservation, and both are perfectly just ; Eng-
land must live, France must live ; and this pressing
fact causes each to have an inlook which is larger
than their outlook.
To an Englishman one can say:
** Are you quite sure that Germany will never come
after you again? Don't you remember how sure you
were that she wasn't coming in 1914? Are *Der Tag'
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and *Gott strafe England' wholly turned to milk and
honey t And aren't yon forgetting Prance's experi-
ence? When yon talk of her greedy indemnity,
aren't yon confusing indemnity with reparation!"
To a Frenchman one can say :
**Do you want England to go under t Don't you
think she might be useful again some day on the
SommeT And are you quite consistent when you
insist — as at times you do — ^that Germany must be
kept poor but that she must also pay you about eight
hundred million dollars in gold a year t ' '
But to an American one must say :
"If you continue to consider that none of this has
anything to do with you, you are the biggest fool of
the lot."
They are all pushing each other off the plank. But
need old acquaintances fall out so 1 Must either Eng-
land or France go under? The thought is xmbear-
able. Is there no way of taking turns at the plank,
and making land together somehow? The question
is really much wider and far worse than this : more
than two nations are struggling in the water with not
enough plank, the whole of western civilization is
barely keeping its head above the surface ; and I have
slowly and very reluctantly been forced to the con-
viction that we Americans must throw this civiliza-
tion a life-preserver; not because it is virtuous' or
humane to do so — although I think it would be that —
but because I believe that, if we do not, we shall in
the end be dragged under ourselves. Our ship of
state is no longer a solitary craft sailing her own
voyage to her own port, she is one of a fleet, and the
ports are all the same: science has enabled such
increasing millions to survive who used to perish;
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electricity has so enmeshed the world in its net, that
we and our various welfares are all crowded and
woven together in one vast common interest ; we can-
not get out of the net if we would, it is ultimately sink
or swim, live or die together. Difference of race, of
speech, of government, of religion, of anything you
please, can not outweigh the huge identity of bread
We can raise enough for ourselves no doubt for a
while, but does any one who has grown beyond having
a brain of one dimension, and can see commerce
steadily and see it whole, imagine that we should do
well if all the rest of the nations were to die of starva-
tion t How about Utah Copper, Baldwin Locomotive
Works, Amoskeag Mills, how about Lowell, Law-
rence, Manchester, Fail River, Bridgeport, Pitts-
burgh, Birmingham t Could all the industries of our
country sell each other enough to keep paying divi-
dends, or the interest on their bonds t Were these to
fail, all fortunes in the country would be wiped out,
there would be no money to pay labor for the work of
its hands, no money to pay taxes to run the govern-
ment, none for anything, and everything would stop ;
we should arrive where Russia is. All Europe is in
sight of such a state, and if it overtakes Europe, our
turn will inevitably and implacably be next. Ruin
will stride over the sea and tear tariffs and senators
to scraps of paper. Since ours is the only ship at
present afloat, we shall have to throw some sort of
life-preserver to Europe. Our contribution to the war
should be, and will be, supplemented. Much money
that we lent England she spent upon our own muni-
tion plants when they worked for her ; only through
this expenditure were they sufficiently equipped to
work for us when we came into the war ; wi^out it,
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they could not have supplied us. If we count as our
supplemental contribution every dollar that we lent
England which she spent^ so to speak^ at the fronts
or which she loaned her allies to spend there^ we
shall do no more than right. We shall do less than
right if we fail to do this. — ^But when a man has
wrecked his own life, it does not become him very
well to patronize those who are helping him to repair
it. Europe, through jealousies, meanness, greedy and
incompetence, has brought herself to grief. Less
patronizing on the part of Europeans towards Amer-
icans would oil the machinery quite a little.
France's irritation with the world in general and
with her recent ally, England, in particular, is just
as natural and just as little wise, as the feeling in
England is about her. France is not idle, not militar-
istic, nor well to do; she knows that she is by no
means out of tiie woods, and she feels that she is
forgotten.
Her enfevered state affected the pulse of almost
every sustained conversation that I held with her
people. I recall how it disturbed the serene and mel-
low loveliness of a Sunday afternoon in Beaune, when
spring was coming slowly up that way and the winter
twigs seemed visibly to be growing warm. I was de-
fending England, when my companion broke out :
"It is easy for them. They are as uninvaded as
Germany herself. '*
** Think of their dead on your soil,'* I responded.
**We do think of them. Do they often think of
ours t They do not see our graves, while we see both
ours and theirs.'*
**They are not having an easy time. Their un-
employed ''
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'^We have our own iineinployed, as well as our own
dead/'
**Yes, but yours — ^why, compared to theirs, your
unemployed are a handful. Theirs run to the million,
and yours not even to the hundred thousand."
**I wonder if you think us Frendi a little —
Chinese f
** Since you have said it — ^may I agree t Perhaps
you will not think it quite such bad manners when I
add that we Americans are also somewhat Clunese,
and that I fancy every nation has always been so,
either moderately or excessively ; but I find only two
great nations worse than the French, Germany — ^and
the Chinese!''
She laughed.
'^I think that England is the least Chinese of us
all," I ventured to add.
Her laughing stopped. ^^One sees well that after
all you are pro-English."
**My dear lady, in London they called me pro-
French, and two years ago our soldiers eyed me
askance because I insisted in speaking well of you to
them. They were inclined to suspect that I was pro-
everything except pro- American. Sometimes I feel
that the north pole must be the only agreeable place
left in the world because nobody lives there. Now, at
the risk of your displeasure, I repeat, that to every
unemployed Frenchman England has about four hun-
dred, and that compared to their need to sell their
wares, yours is almost negligible. ' '
After a short silence, **do you think," she asked,
* * that if it was their Birmingham, their Leeds, their
Sheffield, their Canterbury Cathedral, that were in
ruins, and their wives and daughters who had been
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deported and debauched, they would enjoy hearing us
ask them to excuse Germany's debtf
I could only meet it by saying, * * Do you ever think
that what you French lost more than a hundred years
ago and have adjusted yourselves to, England lost all
in a moment in this warT — ^At Mons in 1914, at the
Somme in 1916 — ^the whole flower of her race,
madame, her youth, her promise, the fit lovers for her
fittest maidens, the fine-tempered steel of her future
strength in peace or war, all in a moment, madame,
burned off the face of her world like a beautiful
forest. ' '
Perhaps it made her think of some of her own dead,
for she flung up her hands.
**Ah,'' she exclaimed, ^Hhe horror of it all! *'
* * Horror indeed I ' '
More than once, that chill returned which had shot
through me as I went along the street in Amiens in
April 1919, and I asked myself again the same ques-
tion that I had put then — ^were the signs of life around
me true stirrings of convalescence, or the last me-
chanical gestures of a man who does not know that he
has been killed?
I recall another talk, in Paris this time, and with
an American. He had prophesied the war in a book
entitled ** Problems of Power,'' which Boosevelt ad-
vised all Americans to read, if they wished to under-
stand Europe. Most Americans have no such desire.
His sagacity and knowledge are better appreciated
in Europe than in his own country; and as he con-
tinued to unfold and discuss one depth after another
of the world's desperate plight, it seemed almost as
if the lights grew dim.
**What you're saying, if it's true," I remarked, for
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my pilgrimage was still near its begimiing and my
eyes not yet half open, '4s that yon and I, sitting here
at this table, are living in the presence of a tragedy
that beats j^schylus and Sophocles and Hamlet and
Lear and Othello and every worst thing in history
that we can think of, all rolled into one.''
^'I think so."
**Yon might almost imagine," I continued, **that
malignant gods had sat above the world, up in some
hell, and deliberately thwarted by black magic every
hnman effort to save ns from this, and deliberately
helped every blunder and ignorance and vanity that
would plunge us deeper into it."
**Yes, it tempts one to that superstition."
*' And here sit you and I, enjoying a good dinner I"
** Would it noticeably help matters if we ab-
stained f" he inquired; 'Hhe milk is spilled."
XXIV
OYEB THE SPILLED MILK
The reader will recognize almost every fact in this
chapter, of which not a word would need to be writ-
ten, were our memories more retentive and coherent.
History sweeps through each day in a pouring spring
flood, and on its surface events come whirling by like
the leaves of a torn book. We see each leaf, it rushes
on, the next follows; none are put together in our
brains, and so the import of what is a continuous
story and a significant warning sweeps by us in un-
comprehended fragments.
In March 1918, Germany showed what she thought
of the fourteen points set forth by Mr. Wilson as a
basis of peace. She launched an attack upon the 5th
British Army which came within a hair 's breadth of
taking Amiens, of cutting apart the British and
French, and of winning the war; she continued to
launch attacks until she saw that the jig was up. We
knew what her peace terms were to be, did she win.
These were not at all like the fourteen points ; those
were a repudiation of the spoils system between vic-»
tor and vanquished in war; by Germany's terms her
whole war bill was to be paid and whole countries
were to be annexed.
Not quite five months later, Ludendorff perceived
that Germany had failed and must ask for an armis-
tice. His opinion gradually prevailed in his coimtry.
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One does not see what right Germany in her hour of
failure had to peace terms which she had not accepted
in the hour of success. It is as if the owner of a race
horse had rejected an offer of twenty thousand
dollars for the animal, and then after it went lame,
stipulated for the same price. Germany was encour-
aged to do this by the letters which Mr. Wilson wrote
to Max of Baden without consulting the Allies, who
at that time were driving the German Army out of
France from the Channel to the Vosges. One can see
that American prestige, our help that saved the day,
led to the fourteen points being accepted **in prin-
ciple" by the Allies as a basis of peace; at such a
moment, whatever the Allies might think, they could
not ignore the apparent spokesman and actual symbol
of the United States.
Through October 1918 the speed of our success
heightened until it became what General Mangin has
called it, a flight to victory; and during these days
Foch was turning over in his mind the terms of the
Armistice. In meditating what terms should be
exacted, he said one day :
* * They have fought bravely. They shall keep their
arms."
It was the word of a gallant soldier, it was a chival-
rous gesture to heart-sick thousands who had bled in
the German cause, and whose fault the Prussian
crime certainly was not. Grant at Appomattox did
the same to Lee, and his act and Lee's equally gener-
ous response to it have set both men on a high pin-
nacle in history; but Prussia does not resemble
Bobert E. Lee.
General Bliss, our member of the Supreme War
Council, was of a mind different from Foch. On the
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28th of October he offered an addition to the terms of
the Armistice^ of which the following is a translation
of one paragraph :
** First, the Associated Powers exact complete dis-
armament and demobilization of the enemy on land
and sea, leaving only a home force deemed sufficient
by the Associated Powers for the maintenance of
order within the enemy ^s country. This of itself
means the evacuation of all invaded territory and its
evacuation without arms, not by soldiers armed or
partially armed. ^'
On the ground that it would be difficult to carry
out, Foch had already rejected a similar proposed
made to him by M. Clemenceau, and probably for this
reason the suggestion of General Bliss was not sent
to him.
Ignorant of these important links in the chain, I
had constantly inquired, first in England and then in
France :
**Why was the German Army allowed to go home
with its arms and banners 1 ' *
* * Oh, one didn 't want to humiliate them too much 1 ' '
This was the answer of a distinguished British
general.
**But do they seem to have appreciated such mag-
nanimityf
He admitted that they had not.
When I asked the same question in Paris, a mem-
ber of the government replied :
**Foch never dreamed that the Armistice woidd
not be soon followed by a peace treaty, signed in
Berlin with the allied armies standing at attention,
and the German people looking on. ' '
I must have asked six or seven Frenchmen about it,
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and perhaps what one elderly and seasoned diplomat
answered sums it up :
'^Foch spoke like a soldier." And then, after a
pause, he added with a gentle smile: ^^but it is a
pity."
A clue to what Foch had begun to think by March
1919y with four months gone since the Armistice and
no treaty in sight, has been dexterously pulled out of
the tangle by Mr. Fullerton, the author of ** Problems
of Power. ' ' Speaking at a public dinner, the marshal
had said : "An armistice is the equivalent of a capitu-
lation. " When his speech appeared in print, he had
made one change: **An armistice is merely a capitu-
lation." Mr. Fullerton adds that although Foch did
accept the Armistice, it was in the faith that state-
craft was not extinct. The reader will find translated
in Appendix B, the strange, sad iuterview given by
Foch on November 8th, 1920.
We have the word of Col. House {Pvblic Ledger,
Philadelphia, July 12th, 1920) that a plan for peace
at once had followed straight upon the Armistice ; a
preliminary treaty to be signed by Christma*, cover-
ing broadly the army, the navy, reparation, and
frontiers ; and that this would have been the natural
step to take while all the Allied armies were confront-
ing Germany, full of fight and elated with victory.
Then why was this step not taken f Terror filled
the German generals during these October-November
weeks : one of them cried out frankly to his colleagues
that their army was demoralized, incapable any
longer to stave the Allies off, and that if a halt were
not called they would be soon in Cologne. These
generals were too elderly, too imstrung, so they them-
selves declared, to meet Foch, and so Erzberger was
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sent in their stead. Later^ as we know, he ceased to
be Prussian enough for the Junkers, and they assas-
sinated him.
But, if it was Ihe natural step, why no treaty by
Christmas t
During the October week when Foch was pondering
the Armistice, I was staying at Sagamore Hill ; and,
**Can you explain,'^ I asked Mr. Roosevelt one
day, **Mr. Wilson ^s writing notes to Germany over
the heads of the Allies when Germany is in full
retreatt^'
** Don't you seef he said. *^This war may last
until spring, or it may finish any day ; and Mr. Wilson
intends to go over and sit at the peace table and be the
first president of the League of Nations. He is writ-
ing these notes to prepare for that. ' '
It was not then known so generally as it is now
that the idea of being world mediator had been pres-
ent in Mr. Wilson's mind since 1916. Mr. Roosevelt
probably guessed it from the readiness to offer
Europe the benefits of his mediation which Mr.
Wilson had already displayed.
Whatever we may forget, all of us remember
Armistice Day. Our cities danced in their streets,
scraps of paper fluttered down like golden snow in
the sun from twenty stories of windows to the pave-
ment, bands and leaping processions came round
comers, a belt of steam whistles blew among the
suburbs that encircled our industrial centres. In
Paris our doughboys rushed along in camions, whirl-
ing girls from the sidewalk up into their arms. Lon-
don became a wilderness of joy, relief made us ready
for the new heaven and new earth which Mr. Lloyd
George later promised us ; we were with him when he
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said in December that Germany mnst pay to the last
cent for the wrong she had done^ and again when he
said that the E^aiser mnst be tried at Westminster.
Jnst before all this rejoicing, we had held an elec-
tion. Mr. Wilson had requested ns to vote only for
Democrats, as he needed Democrats to support his
policies. It was remembered that upon the day he
gave his war message to Congress, the leader of the
Republicans had tendered him that party's cordial
and total help in carrying on the war, and it was also
remembered that numerous Democrats in both the
House and Senate had voted against measures of
defence and preparation offered by Republicans.
Mr. Wilson's request did not have a happy effect
upon the country, and was disregarded at ihe elec-
tions; but this failed to reach the general mind of
England and France.
No treaty was signed by Christmas, but Mr. Wil-
son sailed for Europe, as Mr. Roosevelt had pre-
dicted. A group of senators, by no means negligible
in number, somewhat formally sounded a note of
warning that they would not accept certain provisions
if these appeared in any draft of a League of Nations.
The rumor will not quite die that this and other later
and important news was prevented from crossing the
ocean both east and west. I know that the result of
our November election, and the warning of the sena-
tors, and the fact that Mr. Wilson did not represent
the unanimous opinion of our country, came to public
attention in Paris through a series of articles by M.
Cheradame in La Democratie NouveUe. How much
impression these made I can not say. But it is plain
that no matter what was known in !Eiiigland and
France, they could hardly ask the President of the
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United States for his credentials; as the editor -of
Pv/nch put it to me in London :
* * We had to behave. ' '
So did we. How were Americans to repudiate
their own President, and even had they wished to do
so, by what means could it have been done t Such a
thing as an American President twice in two months
sailing three thousand miles away from his desk, and
staying away four months the second time, was some-
thing new ; but the cause was new. Americans looked
on with various opinions, and hoped for the best.
Early in 1919, Mr. Wilson returned from his first
absence, and during his brief stay here he spoke about
the League of Nations in glowing general terms, but
without making clear its concrete significance for us,
or answering the specific doubts of the dissenting
senators, except by somewhat sweeping denunciation
and one threat. He would weave the Peace and the
League, he said, so completely together that they
could not be severed. This was his parting word,
he sailed the next day ; and I think it may be safely
assumed that what he counted on was not so much
European ignorance about the November election or
the American Constitution as that the Senate, when
he should press against its head a treaty signed by
England, Prance, and Italy, would not dare to break
the heart of the world (as he phrased it later) by
refusing to go along with him. His miscalculation
involved us all in European displeasure for a while ;
even two years later I met the lingering resentment.
**Does your coimtry always change its opinions so
easily?^'
* * I am not quite sure that I follow you. ' ^
**Your President demanded a League of Nations.
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We bowed to his pleasure — ^and failed to please
yon/'
**Do your public men always represent the whole
of your public opinion ? Allow me to felicitate you. ' '
**We express our dissent.*'
**We expressed ours in the election before Mr.
Wilson went to you/'
** Ah yes, your elections ! But you have so many and
they are so far away. We do not understand them."
** Quite evidently you misunderstood that one.
But there was something less recent. By our Con-
stitution treaties are to be made by the President
with the advice and consent of the Senate. Our Con-
stitution has been in print a hundred years. ' '
* * We know so little about your institutions. ' '
* * That is equally evident. But I have never heard
that ignorance of the law constitutes any defence in
either civil or criminal cases. ' '
Of such conversations I held a nxunber, sometimes
less sharply edged, but once or twice more so, when I
found myself adding :
**You have always shown such a sincere interest
in our dollars, and lately so much in our military aid
in case of further unprovoked assault from Ger-
many, that I wonder if it would not be well for you to
turn your attention to some aspect of us less directly
usef id to you f ' '
I had to shade my replies according to the shade
of civility meted to me on each occasion, and I was
always glad when the talk ended amicably, and never
sorry when it did not. It was every American 's duty
to set his country straight, after the miscalculation of
Mr. Wilson.
No man's landing on a foreign shore was ever like
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Mr. Wilson's first coming to Enrope. That had been
awaited like an almost miraculous event. The people,
the simple rustic people, broken in heart and fortune,
thirsty for some ideal, longing for some touch that
should lift them from despair, stretched out their
hands to him. They had read his words and they
passionately believed that he was bringing to them a
gospel of balm which should heal their world. His
picture hung on the walls of expectant thousands.
Even their more sophisticated leaders, with whom he
had said that he was going to match his mind, sup-
posed that a matured plan lay behind the vision which
he had belatedly borrowed from the League to En-
force Peace, and that it was not all mere lofty words.
His first landing was in December. When, after half
a year, he started home the second time, his picture
was gone from the walls, and Europe's moment of
idealism had passed into cynical laughter. The re-
coil was also like nothing that history had ever seen.
Mr. Wilson had matched his mind with his coUeagues '
— and the wave upon which he had ridden first to
Europe 's shores had ebbed as far below the level of
justice to him as it had previously surged above it.
He had come to the conference with a noble idea — ^the
only man who so came, and he came asking for noth-
ing — ^the only man again. What had happened?
Because of his letters to Max of Baden, Germany,
who had no moral right to his fourteen points, trusted
that these would yet save her skin ; upon these same
points each country based various hopes of peace and
prosperity. All were disenchanted soon or late.
One point of the fourteen, the freedom of the seas,
had gone early in the game — for game it turned out
to be, every one for himself, and Mr. Wilson no matclt
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for any of them. To keep his League of Nations
afloat he flung overboard all his other points:
Shantnng went to Japan; open covenants were not
openly arrived at — ^they can not be, they can only be
adopted openly — ^but when one day it leaked ont that
Mr. Wilson was dealing openly with one set of Rus-
sian delegates, while he was privately dealing with
their antagonists, a large piece of popular faith in
him cracked off. Self-determination was enforced
where it was not wanted, denied where it should have
been in all fairness applicable; Italy, Hungary,
Austria were alike aggrieved, the confidence of
friends and foes was equally destroyed. Germany
found that through a trick at the eleventh hour, and
in spite of the unanimous opposition of the American
experts, Mr. Wilson had consented that her repara-
tions include pensions for injured French soldiers
as well as damages to French civilians. For this and
the taking of her colonies Germany fell away from
him. An early and deepening chill had cooled French
enthusiasm; day after day he put off his visit to
the devastated regions. The French had expected
him to go at once, and see with his own eyes what
they had suffered.
**Is he going this morning?'^
^^Didn'thegotoday!''
** Isn't he going tomorrow f
These questions were asked all over France each
day after his arrival; and his explanation that he
feared such a sight might prejudice him too much
against Germany did not help to keep him warm
in the popular affections, any more than did his
gaiety at lunch in Soissons on the one day when
he did finally visit the ruins. This disappointment
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to the French heart changed to a more active senti-
ment when it turned out in later days that his prom-
ise of future military aid was, without senatorial
endorsement, void. It was after this that his name
one night was patated out by unknown hands on the
signs along the avenue that bears it.
In various books and in many discussions, the
weight of blame for the treaty's shortcomings has
been laid upon this or that particular pair of shoul-
ders among * * The Big Four ' ' ; — ^they were more often
the Big Three, if Signor Orlando took as little part
in the other discussions as he did in those concern-
tag Upper Silesia, which are given in Appendix A.
This way of fixing the responsibility is not borne out
by such facts as one can learn; good and bad were
alike the collaboration of all, because all in the end
accepted or rejected the wishes of any one; Mr.
Wilson happens to have suffered from a heavier
popular reaction because higher popular hopes were
set upon him — and, to my thinking, his own con-
tribution remains the finest in idea. Unluckily, to
gain its adoption he assented to many less admirable
provisions.
The British Prime Minister's lack of plan seems
due to the financial and labor powers behind hini
at home ; his zigzag moods too much resembled the
gestures of something jerked by strings with no
mind of its own, and they brought upon him that
caustic comment of M. Clemenceau, that Mr. Lloyd
George thought only in terms of parliamentary ma-
jorities. Like many democratic leaders he was
unsteadied by the eternal jar between domestic and
foreign policy. Very late indeed in the deliberations
of the Big Three, he returned one morning from
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one of his swift visits to London, and proceeded to
iil^ist npon the uprooting and reversal of so much
which had been settled, that silence fell around him.
Mr. Wilson was described to me as leaning his dea-
con's head against the back of his chair and gazing
inmiovably at the ceiling, while Mr. Lloyd George
harangued with increasing energy. When after some
fifteen minutes he came to a stop, Mr. Wilson uttered
four words :
**You make me sick.''
If the Upper Silesia conversations are a fair
sample of the rest, it is evident that M. Clemenceau
was far clearer sighted and much better acquainted
with Europe than either of his colleagues, and he
seems to me to have risen nearest to the level of
statesnianship ; but he had too much inlook, too little
outlook, saw France as a horse in blinders sees the
road ahead of him and nothing each side of it; on
that road was Germany to be got out of the way,
no matter what else happened. He did not discern
that right and left loomed a menace to everybody,
more imminent than the German danger to France.
None of them seemed sufl&ciently to have perceived
and guarded against this; they were blind to the
economical prospect, they saw the political only, they
failed to recognize that henceforth commercial and
financial team-work between all nations could alone
repair the destruction already wrought, and make
safe the bread and the money of the world ; that what-
ever image and superscription a coin may bear,
whether it be Caesar's or the American eagle's, hu-
manity has in the end a purse in common. This is
clearer to many today than it was then, but warn-
ings were not wanting — for instance, that of Garvin,
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editor of the London Observer, in his book on what
onght to be the economic foundations of the peace.
In a word, Foch the soldier did a clean job in the
fall, and .in the following spring the politicians —
did not. Mortals conld not have dealt snccessfnlly
with a task so monstrous; the blunder was not to
have set themselves a simpler one.
And Germany! What of her durtag the fatal and
precious months between the Armistice and the com-
pletion of the treaty!
On November 11th, 1918, Foch had beaten her
to her knees; she was in deadly fear, abject, un-
nerved; she thought the Allies would be in Cologne
within a few days, and she threw up her hands and
cried **KameradI*'
Not such was her attitude on that May 7th, 1919,
when she received the treaties from the hands of
her conquerors. She had regained something more
than confidence. Very naturally she had kept her
ears and eyes open while the Allies delayed and dis-
cussed. She had seen no peace signed in Berlin
by Christmas ; what she did see was her army return-
ing with its arms and its banners; what she heard
was, that it was undefeated. She erected arches,
she strewed flowers, she played triumphant music
for this undefeated army. She got up from her
knees and listened, and looked all the harder. She
saw the sailings back and forth of Mr. Wilson, she
saw Signor Orlando rush away from the confer-
ence to Rome in a rage over Fiume ; a hundred signs
during those weeks showed her that her recent ene-
mies who had stood together and so defeated her
were now falling apart ; and her despair changed to
hope. Who can say how much of the increasing
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gossip and cynicism in Paris, as the conference
wrangled on fhrongh fhose weeks, did not reach her
attentive ears 1 She mnst have heard that they were
"making the world safe for Hypocrisy"; that when
Orlando went to Bome, the French had struck Italy's
name from the list of contracting parties in a docu-
mentary preamble to the treaty, and had to be
persuaded by their colleagues to re-insert it quickly
in ink, lest Orlando return and discover the medi-
tated slight, and deplorable discords ensue. It was
told at dinners in Paris that one of the army of
experts gathered there had been reproached by an
actress for rewarding her too slightly for the pleas-
ure of her company.
"My nature is not thought stingy," he replied.
"Only this morning I gave a whole province to some
people I have never seen."
If, in April 1919, 1 could hear comments like this
upon the lightness with which the old nations of
Europe were being sliced and repasted into new ones,
is it not likely that the acute ears of Germany heard
much more than did my innocent American onesf
! When her emissaries came to Versailles to receive
the treaty, she had been up from her knees for a
long while. This was plainly to be seen by their
deportment on that Wednesday, May 7th, 1919. On
the day preceding, at the brief, stiff ceremony when
these delegates presented their credentials to M.
Cambon, the fewest possible words had been spoken,
and nothing was to be observed except the gait of
the approaching Germans and the color of their com-
plexions. The satisfactory inference drawn from
these signs was dispersed next day in the dining-
room of the Trianon Palace at Versailles. The great
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ceremony was held there, all the cotmcil present,
splendid snnshine pouring in upon the room, blos-
soms on the f mit trees outside in the garden. The
Allied delegates sat waiting amid a silent swirl of
historic association, especially the memory of that
18th of January, 1871, when Bismarck the conqueror
sat here and dictated Germans terms to the French.
The door opened, a voice announced the German
delegates, the council rose. The Germans walked to
their chairs and sat down forthwith; then, noticing
that the company was standing, they stood for a
moment and reseated themselves. M. Clemenceau,
presiding, said a few words, Brockdorff-Eantzau was
handed the text of the treaty ; he set it on the table,
laid his gloves on it, put his spectacles on, and read
in German a lengthy and unexpected address. While
the interpreters translated each passage twice, into
English and into French
**Come nearer I'* snapped M. Clemenceau, **I can't
hear you.' ^
The address went on, and the sad-eyed Poch sat
there with his colleagues, present against his will,
because he thought his absence would show the enemy
that he disagreed about the terms of the treaty. He
dissented deeply from its insecurities, and had said
so, and had been ignored. He looked at the German's
manner, noticed the tone of his voice, and heard from
him that the German people had gone to war in self-
defence, that there should be a committee of neutrals
to examine who was guilty; this and more he with
the Allied council heard said by the seated Brock-
dorff-Eantzau during the better part of an hour, and
then the ceremony ended.
**It is galling," said Mr. Lloyd George to M. An-
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dr6 Tardieu as they came away, **to be the winner
and have to listen to such words as those/'
They would not have had to listen, there wonld
have been no such words if, instead of dialogues,
delays, and discords for six months, the German
Army had gone home without its flags and arms, and
the German nation had seen a treaty signed before
Christmas at Berlin, with the allied armies present.
The object lesson, the fruit of victory, the chance
of peace, all was missed by the politicians in the
spring after the soldiers had done a clean job in the
fall.
*^Our alliance,'' wrote Pertinax in the Echo de
Paris next morning, **has not based its provisions as
prudence should have dictated, on the assumption of
the worst, on the possibility of a Germany that nMty
regain its strength and its unity."
A German in Switzerland, Carl Rosemeier, pub-
lished on that same morning a plainer piece of
prophecy :
**They will cheat you yet, those Junkers ! Having
won half the world by bloody murder, they are going
to win the other half with tears in their eyes, crying
for mercy."
A verification of this began immediately ; all Ger-
many at once set up an outcry over the treaty, and
this served its end during the days between May 7th
and that June day when the treaty was signed. Ap-
parently, as is to be seen in the conversations about
Upper Silesia which occurred in this period, the
outcry alarmed Mr. Lloyd George more than it did
M. Clemenceau or Mr. Wilson. They do not seem
to have been afraid that the Germans would refuse
to sign the treaty ; he seems to have been so nervous
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and restless about this that he proposed softenings
and conciliations with which his colleagnes seldom
agreedy and which brought one day that remark from
Mr. Wilson as he leaned his head back in his chair.
Mr. Lloyd George carried some of his points — ^it can
never be known whether or no they were necessary
— and the treaty was signed.
* * The Germans will not observe the most equitable
stipulations, " remarked M. Clemenceau on that day,
^^ unless they feel that force stands behind justice/'
That was in June 1919, and in May 1921, a Ger-
man said to a friend of mine :
^^As an American this will not interest you; but
Germany does not intend to pay France, and France
is not clever enough to make her. Were the situa-
tion reversed, we should be clever enough to make
France pay.'*
Equally plain talk came from General Ludendorff
later in the summer of 1920. In addressing the stu-
dents at Koenigsberg, he referred to Upper Silesia,
and said :
**I have no doubt that our country's destiny will
sooner or later be decided by a battle for the eastern
region. . . . The greater our country's need, the
closer shall we rally round the Prussian flag."
No blame or shame attaches to him for that; it
is the word of a man true to his country and his
faith; the blame faUs on those who shut their eyes
to all this.
And so, seven months after the clean job of Foch,
the peace was signed, giving us Mr. Lloyd George's
new heaven and new earth, and the labors of the
**Big Three" were ended. Upon M. Clemenceau
fell unjust wrath; the jar between French foreign
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and domestic policy shook him from public into
private life. He deserved better from his people.
Mr. Wilson came home bearing the treaty like a
magic talisman, flawless, to be accepted just so. Ap-
parently he knew about nothing it contained except
his League of Nations, was unaware that he had
helped to establish a spoils system in the teeth of
his fourteen points. He had made promises alone
which two were needed to make, and wrath fell upon
him at home and abroad. Mr. Lloyd Gteorge came
off best at home, hardly as well elsewhere. Together,
the three had invaded commercial thoroughfares as
Germany invaded Belgium ; had shuffled and re-dealt
frontiers as if they were a pack of cards ; and many
of their arrangements seem as if they had supposed
that they could change human nature with a drop
of ink. The new heaven and new earth in which we
are living is their work.
XXV
BY THEIR FBTJITS
When Germany threw up her hands and cried
**Kamerad!'* she was spared having that done to
her which she had done to others ; not one blade of
her grass was trodden down, not one invading foot-
step crossed her boundaries, not one hair of her head
was singed ; but her conquerors were agreed that she
must make good the havoc she had wrought. Then
these conquerors failed to strike while the iron was
hot. They doubled the error of a premature armis-
tice by a belated peace, and by so doing handed over
their victory to Germany ; and Foch, who had deliv-
ered the goods, saw these not only squandered but
never paid for. To the tragedy of the war is added
this sardonic mockery of the peace: defeated Ger-
many, who was spared invasion, is now not only to
be pardoned her sentence of reparation, her con-
querors must also stretch out united hands and help
to lift her from the economic collapse which she
brought upon herself by her assault upon them. Our
civilization must heal Germany or perish itself by
the contagion of economic pestilence. To some men
of finance there seems no other way out.
Does any literature of any age contain a drama
parallel to this! — ^wherein the half-killed victim of
an enslaving tyrant in order to save his own life
must nurse the sick tyrant back to health, knowing
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all the while that once the tyrant is firm on his legs
he will try the same trick again f Let us talk and
reason moderately, and try to keep onr heads if
we can.
The opinion of these financiers wonld weigh more
with me did I not recall their prophecies at the out-
set of the war and during its course. They proved
that the war would be short, because no nation could
go on paying for it ; it was Kitchener, a soldier, who
said that it would last three years. The view of the
financiers looked at the time xmanswerable on paper
— ^I confess that I cannot answer their present view
— on paper ; I can only reflect that human effort con-
tains surprises which upset the wisest calculations,
and that perhaps there is more life in us and in
Mother Earth than appears. Nevertheless, that is no
warrant for a blind optimism such as Americans
love to indulge in ; the early spoken warning of Mr.
Ke3mes has come nearer the truth than the new
heaven and new earth promised to us by Mr. Lloyd
George, and the United States can no more turn its
back on the illness of Europe than one Siamese twin
can ignore his brother's jaundice. We shall have
to do something, and the sooner the better, but not
over-hastily. Just how extinct is Germany, just how
much is she shamming dead! It will be very well
indeed to keep in mind the warning of the German,
Carl Bosemeier, published the morning after the
treaty was delivered to his fellow-countrymen :
**They will cheat you yet, those Junkers.*'
Once a Wall Street financier, imprisoned for his
misdeeds, was pardoned by President Taft upon a
doctor's word that his health was failing. Upon
being set free, his health returned immediately. It
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is well known that women often have sent flowers
and refreshments to a condemned murderer, bnt be-
stowed not a crumb or a thought upon the family
of the victim. Should not the quality of mercy be
more strained than thist Too many people today
go about talking of the hardships of Germany, and
quite pass over the hardships of France. Many of
these persons wonder if the fault was Germany's,
or are sure that even if she may have been guilty,
she is sorry for it now. If they are asked the reason
for their opinion, they fade into vague generaliza-
tions. Even a simple question to the point has been
known to embarrass a financier ; one banker who had
recently returned from Germany and was asserting
that she had no money wherewith to pay her repara-
tion, was asked why she did not get some of the
millions which her profiteers were investing all over
the world f He replied :
"Oh, that is another story,'' and proceeded to
enlarge upon how hard Germany was at work.
We do not need to be told that. War has not made
Germany idle or inefficient. The superb manner in
which she ran her administrative machinery, the per-
fect physical training of her body politic and eco-
nomic, put all other nations to shame, and made our
own municipal and State and Federal Governments
look like flabby amateurs beside a professional ath-
lete. We could do nothing better than imitate her
methods in political housekeeping, and the nearer
we came to them the better off in health, and safety,
and order, and pocket we should be; but what we
particularly need to do in these days is to find out
how inanimate Germany really is, to watch the straws
that show which way the wind blows, to judge her
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by what she has done and is doing: ''by fheir frnits
ye shall know them" — that is the eternal test.
The Grerman people are most certainly at work,
and I doubt if in any of the Allied countries a list
of dividends like the following could be i>araUeled:
First year Second
after the year after
the
Bremen Lmolenm Company 10 30
Unger and Hoffman 15 15
German Bail Transport 15 40
Cterman Wool Mani^actnring 10 30
Saxon Cartonnage 17^ 20
Ottaiser Iron Works 10 15
Leipsig Cotton 21 25
Poppe and Wirth 20 30
These figures were published in the Norwegian
Courier of March 8th, 1921.
For the third year since the war the dividends
were as large and larger, and I could give a longer
list of them, but the above seem enough for my -poioL
Where does the money go? Industrial leaders in
Germany are known to have on deiK>sit, at home and
abroad, securities worth one billion dollars. Ger-
many taxes her people $13.88 per head, in France it
is $45.22. Bread in Germany costs three and a half
cents a kUogram, in France eight and a quarter.
A ten-ton railway car can be transported a thousand
kilometres in Germany for sixty dollars, it costs
nearly one hundred and eighty in France. The Grer-
man foreign debt is less than one billion, that of
France more than ten billion.
It seems to me that straws like these show which
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way the wind blows; and here are two others of a
different sort:
A friend of mine, lately in Germany, looked out
of his window at the Hotel Bellevue in Dresden. The
Opera House stood opposite and some heavy scenery
was being brought in a dray and unloaded. Some
five or six men Ufted ponderous colunms and steps
of temples out of the dray and into the Opera House
in some five or six minutes. These men did not make
a needless movement of arm or leg, it was all a
precise piece of team-work with them, and their job,
performed by our undrilled American methods, would
have taken at least half an hour.
My second straw is an instance of mental and
moral drill. This same friend was in Berlin, and
was being shown a particular quarter where the mob
of the brief revolution had swept through. A space
of lawn lay in their course, aad my friend pointed
to the rich and flourishing grass.
**No revolution ever trod on that,^' he said; ''that
shows years of care.''
* ^ They went round it, naturally, ' ' said his German
companion, and pointed to the sign ''verboten.''
DriU did its magic work when our soldiers came
to occupy Coblenz and its neighborhood. They were
not well received during the first hours of their ar-
rival; they met with sullen manners and scowling
looks, which is hardly to be wondered at. Had I
been a German at Coblenz, I should not have felt
like greeting the American Army with a smile and
a hand outstretched. The next morning, all was dif-
ferent at Coblenz ; it was welcome, and geniality, and
What-can-I-do-for-you? The doughboy did not re-
flect deeply over this agreeable but unnaturally sud-
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den change, lie merely began to like the Germans
better than he had liked the French. It was his
officers who used their reason and discerned that
some wise observer had sent word to Germany's
control office of the mdeness shown the new arrivals,
and that the office had at once given out the needful
direction, changing German manners overnight
Many accounts of Germany's actual political state
reach us, some quite plainly meant for uncritical and
credulous readers, but others as plainly honest and
well observed. One derives from these latter the
impression that the present German Government
wishes to fulfil its obligations to France and the
world — ^is, in a word, reasonable and well disposed;
but that it is weak, that the true power lurks behind
and is in the hands of a few very able captains of
industry, who are playing chess with the Reichstag
and all other pieces on the board — spawns, knights,
bishops, castles, and even kings — for their own bene-
fit. What is their own benefit? That question is
answered satisfactorily by no one; we are left un-
certain what these strong and resourceful men, who
seem to be the real rulers of Germany, intend. Are
they at the bottom of the unrest which has been
playing like sheet lightning over the question of
Upper Silesia? Were they of General Ludendorff 's
mind when he told the college students of Koenigs-
berg that a battle would some day settle that ques-
tion, and Prussia's army would be victorious there
through the same drill and discipline and trust in its
leaders which had won at Tannenberg? I don't
know; but when I meet those who are inclined to
release the prisoner because his doctor says that he
is dying, or who are sending flowers and refresh-
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ments to the outlaw across the Rhine, I think it well
to remind them of that billion dollars invested in
foreign secnrities, of those dividends paid by Ger-
man corporations since the war, and of the difference
between the German and the French tax rate.
**They will cheat yon yet, those Jnnkers/'
I do not say that they will, I do not know that they
will not ; I know only that straws show which way the
wind blows.
Returning travellers bring word of the shifting
tides in Germany ^s party politics — ^which currents
are flowing strong and which seem to be weakening ;
and these reports do not always match. All are
interesting and none seem important, because they
tell of what goes on near the surface and not of the
invisible ground sweU, at which one can only guess.
There is something to be gathered by the number of
seats which this or that party has lost or gained in
the Reichstag; socialism would seem on the whole
to be on the wane, with a tide setting toward the
return to traditional institutions, by no means for-
gotten, tenaciously remembered, increasingly re-
gretted. In the deep woods are huts upon whose walls
the royal portraits still hang, they are being put back
upon walls from which they were removed three
years ago; it is against the law, but the law does
not seem to mind. One may be fairly sure that when
a dreamy, poetic, and long-memoried people, with
a strong accumulation of legend in their subcon-
sciousness, have gone to war, and drunk their beer,
and begotten their sons, for centuries under the rule
of dukes and princes and kings, serving their fami-
lies, wearing their colors, singing their songs, danc-
ing at their pageants, dying in their battles, and far-
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ing all the while a« well as their neighbors, that the
taste for their old leaders will die hard in them, and
they will not immediately drop it all and tnm into
a self-governing race becanse they have been pre-
scribed a tablespoonful of democracy three times
a day after meals. But even if we do wake np some
morning far or near to see a throne in Germany once
more, and some dynastic family from Prnssia, or
Bavaria, or elsewhere seated upon it, not even this
seems to me the important point for ns: it is not
what form of government this strong-sonled and
persistent people may keep or change to, it is what
of their ambitions will survive beneath any garb,
what they are going to do, what will be done through
them, what young Germans who are now five, ten, or
fifteen years old are being taught — since they are the
Germany of tomorrow.
Wellj some of this is known. Old Germans are
saying,' and young ones are believing, that in 1914
the Fatherland was obliged to fight a war of self-
defence, particularly against Eussia; Eussia had
been making ready to attack it for months. One
does not know how an old German would meet such
a comment as this :
^■But you know that on the night of July 31st,
1914, when Austria was showing signs of drawing
back from the gulf to whose edge you had pushed
her, and had entered into amicable conversation with
Eussia, you cut it short in haste and declared war
upon Eussia yourselves. ' '
I can not say how this would be met, but in the
Fatherland it does not have to be; the unfledged
nestling German asks no questions, he opens wide
his mind and what he is to know is dropped into it
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by the Prussian parent bird, and consequently, when
he flies from the nest, it is with a string from Berlin
tied securely to his brain. Did the war break that
string? Hardly. The great skill in the devising
and instilling of lies for an end, by which Germany
was duped and directed into the war, is not at all
defunct. It does not invent imaginary bombs at
Nuremburg any more, or publish Roosevelt's con-
gratulation to the Kaiser on his victorious entry into
Paris, or stamp the compressed fuel-bricks for
locomotives with * ^ Gott strafe England ' ' ; but it cir-
culates almanacs with saint-like images of the Hohen-
zoUem family and their military glories, and pious
texts beneath them; and it makes toys for children,
boxes of little French houses and churches, and little
guns with which to knock them down on the nursery
floor. Could anything be more natural, more excel-
lent for the young of a nation that had a great preda-
tory purpose to implant in its people? And what
people has ever proved by temperament more polit-
ically docile than the Germans, less instinctively
revolutionary, better adapted to receiving impres-
sions like wax, and retaining them like adamant?
Their subtle educators never miss a trick. On the
morrow of Mr. Hughes' proposal for disarmament,
out came the German papers, like the well-drilled
chorus that they are, with exclamations about '* Yan-
kee hypocrisy.'' There again they present us with
a straw for our guidance: the word *^ disarmament"
is to be associated with the word ^ ^hypocrisy," and
thus dropped into the docile German mind. It mat-
ters not whose the mailed fist be at present ; whether
imperial or industrial, it is there; a soft glove has
been drawn over it, that is all — ^and sometimes there
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are little holes in the glove through which the metal
gleams. ■
As no people is more politically docile than the
Germans, so also none has ever ran more trae to
form. Merely as a revelation of the changeless per-
sistence of their character, it is deeply interesting
to read that, in the first century after Christ, a
Eoman general named Velleins Paterculns wrote of
them that they were *'cnnning in ferocity, born to
lie^' — ^to read this and to remember that in 1914 at
Fontenoy, they displayed flags of truce, and when
the French accepted this signal in good faith and
walked up to receive the surrender, the Germans
killed them ; to remember that in 1918 near Cambrai,
they left behind them as they retreated that live
kitten nailed above the concealed mine which killed
the British soldiers who hurried to release it from
its torture.
Equally interesting is it to find Tacitus writing
in the fourth book of his history :
** There will always be similar motives to excite
the Germans to invade the Gauls. It is lust, greed,
the desire to change place, to quit their marshes
and solitudes, to seize upon a fertile soil and its
inhabitants ' '
And after this to read in a number of that illus-
trated family paper the Oartenkmbe, published in
1874, an article with pictures of the Marne valley,
by a German who had walked through it, and who
concludes :
'^Your heart bleeds in your breast to think that
this splendid region does not belong to Germany.''
And finally to read the remarks of two Prussian
generals, von Clausewitz and von Schellendorff :
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*^Let us not forget the task of civilization which
Providence by its decrees lays npon ns. As Prussia
was by destiny the kernel of Germany, so Germany
regenerated shall be the kernel of the future empire
of the West
^ ^ That none may go in ignorance, we proclaim that
henceforth our continental nation has a right not to
the North Sea only, but also to the Mediterranean and
Atlantic. Consequently we shall absorb, one after
another, all provinces which border on Prussia ; we
shall annex successively Denmark, Holland, Belgium
• . . then Trieste and Venice, and finally the northern
part of France from the Somme to the Loire.''
General von Schellendorff, in commenting upon
this prospectus, said:
* ^ The style of old Clausewitz is very soft. He was
a poet who put rose-water in his inkstand. Now it
is with blood that matters of war should be written,
and the next war will be atrocious ; between Germany
and France nothing but a duel to the death is ade-
quate. To be or not to be, that is the question which
can be settled only by the ruin of one of these antago-
nists.
^*. . • We shall annex . . . the north of France
from the Somme to the Loire. This program, which
we announce without fear, is no fooPs work; this
empire which we intend to found will not be a Utopia :
we have in hand even now the means of realizing
it.''
In nineteen hundred years, the marshes and soli*
tudes across the Rhine have become miracles of
fertility and comfort; but ^*the greed, the desire to
change place, to seize upon a fertile soil and its
inhabitants," which Tacitus recorded, we too have
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beheld ; and in thinking it over, once again the acute
judgment of Heine is borne out.
**The German is stupid/' he says; ** educate him
and he becomes malignant."
Prussia's intensive education of the race of Luther
and Beethoven has made it the race which bombarded
the cathedral of Beims and nailed the live kitten to
the door.
Midway in the long chain of testimony comes
Dante, with his word about the Tedeschi lurchi.
This poet of Latin race and refinement had seen
plenty of Germans in Italy, and his word lurchi,
though it is not quite easy to find any single EngUsh
adjective which expresses it perfectly, is exactly
translated by the use to which the piano was put by
the German officers billeted at the farm where we
slept; by what I heard about the daily personal
habits of the interned prisoners at Fort Oglethorpe ;
by what I read in the letters of the orchestra leader ;
and by what the Germans did in public to Belgium
women — ^all is a translation of Dante's word lurchi.
It does not mean those excesses of hot blood common
to all warfare, but the quality which showed itself
in the German caricatures, and which impelled Ger-
man officers, after living months in a French house,
to defile it when they left. It is perhaps Tacitus
rather than Dante who is recalled by Bismarck's
speech concerning the indemnity that he was impos-
ing in 1871 :
**If France does not meet her obligations, we wiU
do as caterpillars do that invade a tree. We will
eat her leaf by leaf."
It was Frederick the Great who said that he first
did what he chose, and afterwards could always find
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pedants to justify it. Did he inherit this from the
days of Dante? As any rate he transmitted the
custom; and we still remember that manifesto of
the ninety-three professors in 1914, who told us
under their ninety-three signatures the truth about
the Fatherland.
**It is not true/^ they declared, *Hhat Germany
provoked this war.'*
* * It is not true that we criminally violated the neu-
trality of Belgium. ^^ Their own Chancellor had said
the contrary.
One understands why Schopenhauer wrote in his
memorabilia:
**In anticipation of my death I make this confes-
sion, that I despise the German nation on account
of its unlimited stupidity, and I blush at belonging
toit.'^
The ninety-three did not stop there; they, and
others to what number I know not, were busy through
four years, justifying the acts of their Kaiser until
he ran off to Holland — ^it may be that they have also
justified that; but they produced a mass of pam-
phlets and addresses proving heavily to the entire
satisfaction of their readers the righteousness of any
number of things. I do not know what they may have
had to say about such incidents as this, of which
there were a great many :
From the diary of Private Hassemer, 8th corps,
September 3, 1914, at Sommepy:
** Horrible carnage, the village burned and razed
to the ground, the French driven into the houses in
flames, civilians and all burned together.''
I have read in the writings of German generals,
that work like this is done in order to discourage
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further resistance on the part of the enemy, and so
to make the war short : one of the objections to such
policy seems to be that it did not achieve its pnr-
pose. Would it have provided Schopenhauer with
another reason for blushing? We can imagine his
cheeks growing hot over a solemn pamphlet which
proved that the Meuse country was Germany's by
historic right, since Verdtm had long been known in
Germany as Wirten, showing that the town must
have had a German origin. The trouble about this
argument is, that there are twelve other Verduns
in France, six of which are in the south, quite be-
yond the inroads of all Hun invasion from Attila
down.
Strasbourg was full of printed arguments like this,
little books, little lectures, that fell into the hands of
the Allies after the Armistice. They form a library,
and they draw a nMip of the German mind, a portrait
of the German spirit, carefully, by its own hand, not
an enemy's. I can not choke this chapter with one-
half or one-tenth of these touches which go to make
the portrait ; three or four must suffice :
What us the World War bring must, is the excel-
lent title of a work published in 1914, and I will not
disarrange its sequence of syllables. It seems ad-
dressed to mothers, but to mix its genders :
** Enough of the twaddle about morality I . . . now
is the moment thou noble . . . woman, Germania
... to suppress manfully such moments of pity . . .
nations at war find themselves in a pure state of
nature ... all feeling of generosity is to be silenced
. . . even if a state of panic amongst women and
children is to arise!''
Professor Fleischner, of Berlin, publishes in 1915
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at Frankfort his opusde entitled, Of the War against
German KtUtur.
**Tlie greatness of Germany, '^ says the professor,
**has not been wrought by her merchants, diplomats,
scientific men, or artists. • • . Only the mailed fist
can establish it • . . Hit and destroy . • . Ger-
man spirit • • • with the strength and {simplicity of
the bear and the child. ' '
Professor Lasson tells his fellow Germans that
**To observe a treaty is not a question of right
but of interest. . . . Force can create what we call
right . . . the weaker becomes the prey of the
stronger . • . and this . . . can be called moral as
well as rational. '*
Professor Kohler writes in his **Holy War*' that
** Might overrules right. Americans . . . never
understood the philosophy of Law. . . . We may
smile . . . that the vulgarity of our critics . . .
shows where barbarism and ignorance are to be
found in this War * ' — ^this war, with whose causes and
objects Mr. Wilson told us in 1916 that the United
States was not concerned.
But on the whole I like this next selection best, as
a portrait of the German mind. It is Dr. H. U.
Schmidt, of the University of Gottingen, who speaks
about the destruction of the cathedral of Reims in
an address of March 22nd, 1915, one of a series en-
titled German talks in heavy time. His thesis is,
that the French deserve to lose Reims, because it
was built when they were more worthy of it than
they are now. The doctor says (and I will not dis-
arrange his style) :
'*More and more vanishes of course the German
element also out of the north and east of France;
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ever less vnH henceforth the possibility for the
French be to understand what great and genuine in
the German, yea in the Germanic nature, is. Ever
stronger must through this the chasm between France
and Germany, but also between modem France and
her own pasthood be. The world story is often sym-
bolic, and the sacrifice of the cathedral of Beims —
since about that is it being dealt — can as the symbol
of the estrangement of the French people from their
own pasthood, how it itself even wider yet with
necessity be drawn must, taken be."
I sometimes wonder if the best portrait of the
German mind — ^its shape, not its content — ^is not per-
haps the syntax to which it has given birth.
We see it from the religious angle in an interview
which the renowned chemist, Professor Otswald, ac-
corded to **Dagen" of Stockholm.
** Question. What do you think of the more and
more decided part which the different churches are
playing in the countries that have thus far suffered
invasion f
"Answer. That is a consequence impossible to
avoid. The present situation necessarily invokes
atavistic instincts in many regions. I will say,
nevertheless, that God the Father is reserved witii
us for the personal use of the Emperor. Once He
was mentioned in a report of the General Chief of
Staff, but, note this well. He has not reappeared
since. ' '
In his talks with Eckemann, Goethe says :
**I have often felt a profound grief in thinking of
this German nation, which is estimable in each of
its individuals, and collectively so wretched. The
comparison of the German people with other peoples
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arouses painful sentiments which I have sought to
escape from by every possible means/'
This was said in days when Prussian education of
Germany was in its infancy ; after it was full grown,
and the mailed fist had flung Germany against civili-
zation, Germany's Prussianized voice spoke true to
form, true to the word of the Eoman general, the
word of Tacitus, the word of all ages, in this
outburst :
**Let us give up our wretched attempts to excuse
Germany, let us cease from casting unfounded accu-
sations upon the enemy. It is not against our will
that we have thrown ourselves into this gigantic
adventure. It was not forced upon us by surprise.
We willed it, it was our duty to will it. We do not
stand before the tribunal of Europe, we recognize
no such court.
**Our might will create a new law in Europe. It
is Germany who strikes. When she has conquered
new realms for her genius, then the priests of all
gods will praise the holy war. . . .
** Germany does not make this war to punish the
guilty or to liberate oppressed peoples and rest after-
wards upon the consciousness of her disinterested
magnanimity. She makes it in the changeless con-
viction that her exploits give her the right to more
space. ...
* * Spain, Holland, France, and England have seized
and colonized large territories, the most fertile on
earth. Germany's hour has sounded. . . •
* * Come, is Germany strong f Yes. What stuff are
you telling us, professors in spectacles and theolo-
gians in slippers f That right exists) Do those
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lofty notions amount to anything f . . • Force; a fist;
that's aUI . . .
'^Oet nsed to the idea that in German land live
barbarians and warriors. • . .
^'Wben Tangier and Toulon and Antwerp and
Calais belong to the Barbaric Power, then we will
condescended to talk to yon sometimes. '^
This was Maximilian Harden in the Zvhwnft.
After the thorough education which Prussia had
been giving Germany for several generations, this
changeless conviction is perf ecUy natural ; but what
is perf ectiy extraordinary is to hear people excusing
her on the ground that she was merely doing at last
what other nations had done at first. The other na-
tions could not have done it and would not have
dared to do it, if the weaker peoples whom they
conquered had been strong enough to stand them off.
By like reasoning, the apologists who offer these
extenuating circumstances in Germany's case, would
invite Mr. Smith to forgive a burglar who had been
caught breaking into his house, because previous
burglars had successfully stolen the silver spoons
of Mr. Jones.
Is the ^^ changeless conviction" changed?
When the iron was hot, and the fierce shock of
the war was stinging pubUc attention awake, tiie
words of Harden were vividly familiar, often quoted
together with many others like them that are faded
utterly out of the general memory, now that the iron
is cold. When reminded of them today, the apolo-
gists not infrequently reply :
**Ah yes; but we have a new Germany since the
war. She has seen a great light. She is industrious
and peace loving. If any of the old Junker spirit
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snrvives, it is a negligible imflnencei and on the
wane/'
But is the conviction changed f
Some signs of this were apparent, to be sure ; some
editorials, some public utterances, showed a new
spirit. Vorwaerts, the Berlin paper, declared that
^Hhe German Republic must repair the crimes
of Imperial Germany . . . and that is why it
should silence the admirers of the old regime who
now would lift up their voices in reference to this
question."
Such opinions did not strike me as plentiful, fhey
seemed confined to the small handful of bold and
liberal papers. The Deutsche Tageszeitung was
more representative.
^^The hate between Frenchmen and Germans is
ineradicable, '^ it said, ** Europe will know no repose
until the eternal peace disturber is annihilated politi-
cally and militarily ; and this moment is perhaps less
distant than may be thought.''
To any eyes on the watch for them, gleams like
this of the mailed fist shone through not infrequent
holes in the soft glove. While the laments over Ger-
many's poverty and her utter inability to pay the
reparation flowed copiously, in a daily stream, from
the pens of editors and the lips of politicians, now
and then something like this, from the Welt am
Montag, would appear :
** Everybody knows that millions in paper money
have been hidden away to escape from taxation. It
must also be recognized that agriculture is rolling
in wealth. ..." And the journal is so incautious as
to publish specific details of prosperity :
As against a five per cent, dividend the year pre-
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ceding, the Eheingan sugar refinery had this year
declared forty-eight per cent.
The Sugar Trade Union of Hamburg had risen
from sixteen and a half to forty-eight per cent.
The Dfisseldorf Blast Furnace Company in 1920
made a profit of twenty-two million marks on a capi-
tal of three million six hundred thousand.
The Sandloch Lead Works, capital one and a half
million, made a profit of seven million marks.
The Concordia Chemical Factory paid eight per
cent, one year, seventy-five per cent, the next.
The North German Iron Trucks rose from eight
to sixty per cent.
Observing travellers in Germany noticed a curious
difference in appearance between those parts of the
Fatherland under military occupation and in the
beaten routes of foreign travel, and those parts where
foreign travel was infrequent. In occupied Ehine-
land, stoves were in the restaurants and hotels, trains
were cold and bad, streets were unlighted; France
was envied the coal she took from Germany and
did not need, while here it was needed so sorely.
But if one penetrated into districts more intimately
German, where nothing had been arranged for effect
on foreign visitors, bread cards, though required by
printed rules, were never asked for; there were no
temporary stoves, the central heating systems were
going, the hotels and trains were so hot tiiat windows
had to be open; in short, Ugnite was taking the place
of coal very satisfactorily, there was plenty of it,
and there was an effort to hide this fact from the
Allies. Travellers who happened to visit Turkish
baths, circuses, cinema shows, merry-go-rounds, out-
side tho zone of foreign visitors, were not at all
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deceived as to the camouflaged dearth of coal. They
noticed, too, even while they were hearing the cries
of distress and the assertions that German industry
and prosperity were paralyzed, that forests of fresh
scaffolding bristled in large towns where corpora-
tions and banks were ia the act of erecting palatial
quarters wherein to house their expanding needs;
they observed that a vast new underground railway
system was being pushed forward in Berlin; it
seemed odd to them that if funds were so scarce,
two millions should have been voted to the State
Fair at Leipzig in 1920, and twenty millions to the
same enterprise ui 1921. This grant was made at a
time not remote from the London Conference, where
Dr. von Simons assured Mr. Lloyd George that Ger-
many could not possibly pay in reparation more than
two billion and a half pounds in forty-two years,
instead of the eleven biUion and a third demanded by
the Allies. At that moment, the tax per head in
Germany was three pounds, while in England it was
twenty-two.
Mr. Lloyd George broke off his conversation with
Dr. von Simons, and said later to his English and
French colleagues:
* * If we had let him talk for ten minutes more, we
should have been owing Germany several billion.^'
In those days when Dr. von Simons was explain-
ing to Mr. Lloyd George that Germany had nothing
wherewith to pay her reparations, the news that her
factories were doing a disastrous business reached
America, and Americans at once made large offers
to buy these ruined German plants. Not an offer was
accepted, not a factory was for sale !
When an American in search of them visited the
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great Elnipp establishment at Essen, he did not find
it shut np. What he found was a place where work*
men worked for one-seventh the pay of English labor,
and did not strike ; where they worked fnll hours, and
so far from being anarchistic were they that they
touched their hats to their employers and went to it
with the same drill of mind and body which had un-
loaded the scenery from the dray in Dresden, and
kept the revolution off the grass in Berlin; a place
that was turning out three hundred locomotives a
year, three thousand cars a year, trucks in propor-
tion, cinema apparatus, sewing machines, everything
in short that can be nmde of steel ; and a place which
had employed thirty-five thousand men before the
war, and was now employing forty-five thousand.
If this American traveller had continued to go
about the Fatherland in quest of factories for sale,
he would have found :
1. Jena, turning out cheaper and better optical
glass than any competitors; from furnace to show
room a gigantic organization busy over every stage
of construction from the making of the glass to the
mounting of it in microscopes, cameras, field glasses,
dnema projectors, theodolites, ultramicroscopes,
nautical and astronomic instruments ; and ten thou-
sand serious workmen employed upon this. For
these men in times of recreation, libraries, reading
rooms, parks were constructed.
2. Leipzig, printing newspapers, periodicals, illus-
trated colored plates, Latin and Greek books, cata-
logues, trade papers of fifty pages, and sensational
novels — all cheap. Pulp is plentiful because Ger-
many used Polish forests during the war, and saved
her own for peace.
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3. Dresdeiiy making pianos, organs, steam organs,
instroments to snit all national preferences, little
grands for bridal housekeeping, tall nprights for
Spain> Italy, South America; and wires for these,
as well as for violins, mandolins, and guitars. Beside
this industry of Dresden are the porcelain works at
Meissen, where workmen proud of their hereditary
descent from those selected for the works by King
August II in 1710 were making fake antiques for
New York dealers, telegraph insnlators, hand-painted
sets of egg-shell china, crucibles for scientific use,
electric lampshades, statuettes, vases and plates imi-
tating the wares of Copenhagen, Sevres, and Li-
moges. Living is cheap in Meissen, and the work-
men's houses clean and pretty.
4. Pforzheim, carving bone for combs, pendants,
necklaces, beads ; handbags, umbrella handles ; little
cats and pigs in bronze or celluloid or imitation
crystal for the watch chain; every sort of cheap
jewelry ; souvenir brooches with Venice, Seville, and
the Passion Play at Oberanmiergau done in color on
their glazed convexity ; souvenir spoons showing the
ruined cathedral of Reims; and, to advertise a cer-
tain make of automobile, neat pencils lettered in six
different languages and distributed free throughout
the world ; knickknacks inscribed with publicity mat-
ters in Turkish, Japanese, and Bussian characters.
Wages at Pforzheim had gone up.
5. Frankfort and Mannheim fabricating cheap
dry goods, employing as many hands as before the
war.
6. Berlin and its suburbs equally busy; east Ber-
lin over enamel ware, pianos, optical goods, furni-
ture, textiles, domestic chattels generally, including
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jewelry, confectionery, carved frames and cases, per-
f Tune, fans ; north Berlin over heavier work, electric
and railway supplies. In the science of perfmne
several experiments were being successfully made—
in dry scent, for example, a powdered perfume which
dissolves when sprinkled upon a warm hand; syn-
thetic essences, smelling like strawberries, pine-
apples, mushrooms, that never saw a strawberry or
pineapple or mushroom; soap in quantity, in spite
of the loudly alleged shortage of fat. At another
suburb, Charlottenburg, drugs and medicines. These
had been made near Cologne until the Armistice, and
they were then hurriedly removed out of reach of
the Allies^ observation, lest these chemical secrets
should become known outside of Germany. The un-
divulged processes are now producing medicines in
far greater volume than before the war. They are
in demand all over the world and their retail price
is three and four hundred times the cost of produc-
tion. To escape export duties a brisk traffic in smug-
gling goes on at various frontiers. I skip Chemnitz
and its dry goods, and Plauen with its lace and dye-
ing and bleaching, and other places.
None of these establishments was for sale ; it was
the same everywhere; the American quest would
have been fruitless in purchases, but very profitable
in experience.
In their oflfer to buy German manufactories, our
business men had meant business, had been perfectly
serious; they believed the **hard luck'' stories so
ingeniously circulated. Their failure to find any
acceptances of their offers revealed to them that
what they had unwittingly done was to ^ * call a bluff. ' '
It may be said that among all the industries in
BY THEIB FBXJITS 337
which she excels, propaganda is at the head of Ger-
many's list; the organization of private industry
stands second, bnt still so high as to overtop anything
of the sort in those countries which are her competi-
tors. This organization is being perfected every day ;
Gennany's set-back has vitalized her energy, whUe
the Allies' has been slackened by their sterile vic-
tory. She has carried Trusts into higher terms,
under the title Community of Interests Association,
whereunder all productive factors, from the raw
material at the bottom to the finished article at the
top, are gathered and co-related under a single
management. This is known as the ** vertical line'*
system. For instance, if a company made telephones,
it would acquire control of all the areas from which
all the raw materials needed for a complete telephone
are drawn — amines, forests — and also all the corpora-
tions, which manufacture wire, or electrical appara-
tus, or fixtures such as hotels and offices use, switch-
boards, everything necessary to a system in complete
working order. Or again if coal is at the bottom and
hardware of every description at the top of a verti-
cal line of production, one huge hand of the Com-
munity of Interests Association grasps both ends
and everything between, and conducts the whole
work harmoniously, with the least possible waste and
the greatest possible gain. Meanwhile, the workmen
of Germany who carry on the physical part of this
vast activity retain their habit of drill, have no use
for strikes, and are satisfied with their state. Small
concerns outside the association of giants have come
to grief, and these cases have been adroitly used to
convey the idea of a general collapse.
They will cheat you yet, those Junkers.''
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With such organized energy, it is not wonderful
that industrial dividends went from eight to sixty
per cent, and that a billion of profit is already in-
vested in foreign securities. Germany, with mas-
terly self-control, made herself ready to sell to the
world, and now the world has begun to buy from
her. Before the war she saved ten billion marks a
year; were she to save eight billion now, it would
more than meet the requirements of her reparation.
It is to be noticed that one of the leading financiers
of New York — ^not affiliated with German concerns —
has stated that the payments, spread over forty-two
years, if capitalized at 8^%, will form a sum of about
thirteen billion dollars, which Germany can pay
easily. Under the Treaty of Frankfort, when she
was victorious in 1871, she laid down and acted upon
the principle that the nation provoking the war
ought to pay the costs of the war. She has not been
dealt with according to her own rule; the Allies
deliberately have not asked Germany to pay one
single mark for the cost that they incurred in defend-
ing themselves : therein lies the profound difference,
both practical and moral, between the indemnity
exacted by Germany in 1871 from France who had
provoked the war and was beaten, and the reparation
demanded by the Allies from Germany for the in-
juries that she inflicted upon the land, the houses,
and the manufactories of France. Most financial
writers that I have read, even Mr. Frank Vanderlip,
whose book is the latest and quite the best that I
know, constantly speak of the indemnity demanded
from Germany : this is false to fact, and it misleads
many readers who have not gone into the matter.
It seems to me also that these financiers are them-
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selves confased by the horrible condition of state
finance in Germany, while they overlook the vigor-
ous health of private finance, the large dividends,
the invested billion of profit. No doubt the govern-
ment has paid the deficits of railroads whose trans-
portation was artificially cheap, the losses on exports
sold needlessly below cost ; has rioted in paper money,
kept a huge army of salaried Junkers in office, and
is consequently without funds to pay its current
expenses. What has that to do with the reparation?
How is it that new banks and buildings are going
up, and twenty milUon marks are voted to the Leipzig
Fair! If private Germans are making millions,
whose fault is it that the public purse is empty — ^if
it is empty! A man who kept two bank accounts,
one overdrawn and a thousand dollars in the other,
would not be allowed to plead bankruptcy.
The financier who was pardoned by Mr. Taft on
account of his ill health, ate soap for days to make
himself an emaciated and pitiable object. When he
was let out he changed his diet and soon resumed his
old appearance and previous habits. It looks more
than likely that the German Government has been
eating soap. I suggest that the financiers inquire
a little further into the case before they ask France
and the rest of us to commute the Fatherland's sen-
tence of reparation. I think that they ought to re-
member more often than they do, how sure they
were that the war would be a short one; and that
before asking the world to help in lifting weak Ger-
many on her legs, they should make us all sure not
only that she can not get on them by herself, but
also that when she is up she will not promptly knock
us all down.
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What is the mailed fist doing beneath its glove,
meanwhile!
Articles 160 and 178 in the Treaty of Versailles
are definite:
^*The number of ejBfectives in the army of those
states which constitute Germany must not exceed
100,000 men, and shall be exclusively for the purpose
of maintaining order and for policing the frontiers.
**A11 measures of mobilization are forbidden.''
Article 176 forbids military academies. Berlin
had one, Munich another. Over these the glove was
drawn. In each of the division staffs, staff courses
of lectures were created, to which the entrance ex-
aminations were like those of the military academy.
The documents of the army were collected at Berlin
in a war Ubrary. To sort and classify these and to
aid in research and historic study, officers were sum-
moned from time to time. It was not mentioned that
those officers permanently in custody of the library
gave courses of lectures and conducted exercises.
The officers who formerly taught at the military
academy no longer wear uniforms, but frock coats
instead and are under civil jurisdiction ; in these cir-
cxunstances they continue to teach what they taught
before — for the instruction of their **Sipo,'' their
Sichereitspolizei — ^their police. These police forces
are most remarkable. Each man has a gas-mask,
although Article 171 forbids the further manufac-
ture of poisonous gas.
Up to October 1919, the demobilization bureau
retained lists of reservists, but as these men were
slowly dispersed the rolls of their names were dis-
tributed among the local recruiting bureaus, which
are conveniently called pension bureaus. By their
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means mobilization conld be rapidly effected. In
1920 the old army, apparently dispersed in accord-
ance with the treaty, was replaced by the ''Beichs-
wehr,^' to which the regulars of the old army can
be despatched by means of the rolls of their names
at the local *' pension '^ offices. In his Koenigsberg
speech, Lndendorff in August 1921 lauded the excel-
lence of the old army, which he declared the Reichs-
wehr must imitate.
"Think,'' he said, '*what won us Tannenberg: the
will of the chiefs, faith in them, discipline and cour-
age in the face of death. . . . The greater our coun-
try's need the closer will we rally round the black,
white, and red Prussian flag."
This Reichswehr numbered 300,000 men in August
1919, 320,000 in November, and 370,000 in February
1921. If to these be added two corps organized in
Lithuania and Lattonia, and the regulars retained
under the treaty, the total mounts above 420,000 in
February 1920. On February 18th, 1920, Mr. Lloyd
George granted an *' extension" to the time limit
for German demobilization set by the treaty. This
caused much Teutonic joy.
The treaty was signed June 28th, 1919; by July
Germany had created a State Police force in addi-
tion to the force existing before the war. That was
divided into two classes, Ordnungspolizei — Order
Police — and Kriminalpolizei — Criminal Police —
each a body for maintaining law and order in cities,
in other words, a municipal force, armed with re-
volvers only.
This new Sichereitspolizei — Safety Police — was
for the repression of mobs. Its organization was
military, with companies, battalions, regiments, bri-
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gades, divisions ; its equipment was the same as that
of the Eeichswehr, even to cannons, minenwerfer,
and liaison material. Its uniform was green, the old
police wore bine.
By October 1919, this *'Sipo'' was already a little
army, its Berlin contingent commanded by a briga-
dier general, its complement three corps of 3,000
men, with two parks of artillery, 1 squadron, 1 liaison
detachment. One-third of this force was in service,
one in readiaess, one in repose. In the spring of
1920, exercises between it and the Eeichswehr re-
doubled. In June the Allies at Boulogne made a
sign of expostulation; they shook their finger at it,
and said it must stop. Three months later it was
somewhat larger than in June. The Fatherland pro-
fessed herself deeply alarmed by her state of internal
unrest ; still, her desire was only to please the Allies.
Therefore, being composed of 18 sovereign states
and 13 of these having a ^'Sipo,'* 10 resolved to
disband it and one joined them later. Sipo disap-
peared, but immediately appeared a new force, named
the Schiitzpolizei. The entire Sipo passed into this,
dropping in its metamorphosis some inferior mate-
rial and replacing this with younger and better stuff.
During April 1919, an agitation in Munich made
the establishing of the Einwohnerwehr most easy and
convenient. The citizens had been frightened and
this new force gave them peace of mind. This body
had been started by a law passed on the 12th of the
preceding December; the events at Munich gave it
fresh impetus. Its ramifications spread through the
Fatherland, it was provided with arms. To the
world outside it was presented as a defence against
internal disorders ; the trouble appeared on invest!-
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gation to be, that Germany had so little disorder and
so mnch defence, and that such an amount of arms
which by the treaty should have been delivered to
the Allies is not plausibly represented as essential
to this defence. Constant meetings of the young,
who formed the Einwohnerwehr, kept their hands
and eyes skilful at target shooting and other military
accomplishments. Under the pressure of remon-
strance, this vigorous training society, like Sipo,
dispersed as mercury when pressed beneath the fin-
ger ; and, when the finger was removed, came together
again. A new set of labels was invented for it, very
long names like Schiitzorganization and Selbschiitz-
organization ; but underneath them, there it was.
Bavaria was very slow in perfomung the dispersal.
Behind all this disguised militarism, work some
societies who are loyal to the old German traditions,
and to whom democracy is distasteful. The animus
of these societies may or may not be the cause of
that setting of the tide away from the communistic
parties and towards the traditional dynastic form of
government; certainly there is a close correspond-
ence between the facts. It is, however, probable that
quite independent of any secret organization, the
wish to return to the old ways lies deep in the breast
of many a German who is not a member of any of
them. The Orgesch is the principal secret society
of this sort in Bavaria, in the Tyrol next door it is
the Orka ; there is reason to suppose that in this part
of Europe, as in several others, the frontiers which
were shuffled and redealt so lightly at the Peace Con-
ference will not remain in their present arrange-
ment : it was too often a derangement — ^a violence to
ancient association, a dislocation of beneficent chan-
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nels of trade, and a hurried and ignorant tying up of
the dog and the cat in the same bag. Bavaria may
loom a very important nucleus of a new Centr^
Europe empire, when the various organizations that I
have mentioned will play their thoroughly rehearsed
parts. At certain schools today, two months' mili-
tary instruction has been slipped into the curriculum.
All the while that these activities have been going
on beneath the nose of the Entente, news has been
constantly coming of secret stores of arms.
Throughout my eight months in Europe, one read
almost every week of these being discovered. It
would be in East Prussia, where the key to some
door was *4osf when the Entente inspector came
his roimds. The door was forced and thousands of
rifles were hidden there; or it would be in Berlin
that a treasure house of military telephone and tele-
graph apparatus was unearthed. In many directions
these "caches" of every kind of implement and
mmiition of war, great and smaU, were being found;
while on the other hand, some gigantic objects, like
the Big Bertha guns, have never been found at alL
The explosions at chemical and dye works, far more
frequent in the Fatherland than ever before, lead
one to wonder what the Germans can be making:
one recalls those gas-masks of the polizei. Now
and then, too, comes another gleam of the mailed
fist through some incautious hole in the glove; on
February 11th, 1921, the Volhzeitwig said :
*^That nation will be victorious which shall have
discovered the most virulent germ to spread in the
country of its enemy and the surest vaccine to render
itself immune. Fifty agents would be enough to
infect as large a coimtry as Germany.''
Months later, General Ludendorff, running true
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to form in his new book, * * Politics and the Conduct
of War/' says:
** Conflict for the individual as for the State is a
permanent natural phenomenon, and is founded in
the diviae ordinance of the world ... we must have
done once for all with the talk of such things as eter-
nal peace, disarmament, and reconciliation of man-
kind . . . war will continue to be the last and only
decisive instrxmient of policy. . . .
** There must again be a Kaiser . . . the birth of
Prussianism must again be blown into the adminis-
tration framework. . . . Political leaders . . . are
to be trained in school and university in the doctrines
of Clausewitz."
Quite near the time when this book appeared, dur-
ing the last months of 1921, six hundred howitzers
of large calibre were found walled up in the Bock-
stroh near Dresden. The Entente investigators were
discouraged in their search by many artifices and
objections, but they went on.
Dr. Wirth, in whose government and good inten-
tions much confidence is placed by Mr. Vanderlip,
was sure that these arms had been made before the
war, and were concealed to be broken up as old mate-
rial. Is this innocence on the part of the Chancellor t
But what if it ist The guns were made after the
Armistice. Breechblocks and other parts of 342
howitzers were next discovered, five rifling machines
were hidden under the floor, seven times the number
of howitzers allowed by the treaty were discovered
in this one factory, with official invoices directing
the guns to be kept here and not forwarded, as usual,
to the arsenal at Spandau. At Spandau were found
two rooms packed from floor to ceiling with papers
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concerning the strength of the German Army at the
time of the Armistice ; these, when asked for at that
time and ever since, were reported as **losf The
Entente investigators, who wonld appear to be among
the most humorous characters alive, left them under
a guard of the Spandau military authorities over-
night, and returned to get them the next morning.
They were all lost again.
In Upper Silesia, since October, the French have
reported numerous discoveries of concealed arms —
seven since January 1st, 1922 ; six hundred shells for
heavy guns found in a barn; in a coach house the
equipment for a company of infantry; others in the
park of a country house, in a music hall, and in a
deaf and dumb asylum. At the end of January the
Germans made an armed attack upon French who
were searching for concealed arms, wounding twenty
and killing two. This was about six months after
General Ludendorff's assurance to the students of
Koenigsberg that the fate of Upper Silesia would
be decided soon or late by a battle.
Where is the moral disarmament, where the
changed intention t What converted and pacific Ger-
many is to be found in all this 1 And what matters
it whether Chancellor Wirth and his government are
the deluded or the conniving cats^ paws of Kulturt
Since the Armistice, as before it, Germany has run
true to form, and by her fruits any one can know
her. The mind^s eye sees the big dividends secretly
shuffled into foreign investments, the big guns se-
cretly manufactured, the thousands of young stu-
dents secretly drilled — and the renowned chemist,
Dr. Otswald, closeted over test tubes, retorts, and
microscopes with his scientific brethren, trying for
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new explosives no larger than an egg, bnt able to
flatten Paris, London, and New York to dust; and
trying for a new germ, bred from all the deadliest
contagions that will mingle, and capable of rotting
any commnnity to deliquescence in twenty-four hours.
Such a people may not be precisely lovable, but
they are in truth a great race; their industry puts
us all to shame, and one bows to their impregnable
steadfastness to themselves. One can hardly over-
praise the power of their team-work, or over-damn
the wabbling incoherence of some of their adver-
saries, into whose feeble political hands Foch the
soldier delivered them in November 1918.
Is there in the whole course of history a spectacle
more stupefying?
XXVI
MIUTARISTIO f
To divert attention from herself, Germany has
been pointing the finger of accusation at Prance.
** Behold the trouble maker I *' she says to her own
people and to the Allies; **see what a big army she
is keeping np/'
It is an old trick. Policemen are familiar with
it when there is disorder in the street, and they have
been known to arrest the wrong man. Of course
the German people are taken in by it. Under the
forty years of drill to which their minds have been
subjected by Prussia, they accept all official state-
ments automatically ; they have believed and will go
on believing anything that Berlin tells them. At
the age when the children learn the Lord's Prayer,
they have been taught the following words :
' * Germany is my fatherland, a country surrounded
by enemies. ''
Upon a soil so carefully tilled, the seed of any
lie will grow. This Prussian perversion continues
unimpeded, and the preparation of no germ or ex-
plosive could be more dangerous, since it is the man
behind the gun that counts. Therefore it is wholly
natural and inevitable that sixty-five or seventy
millions of Germans should believe Prussia when she
accused France of militarism. But why should any-
body else t Why should English and Americans look
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in the direction that Germany is pointing, and
express themselves as shocked at the large army of
France at a time when all really good persons are
talking about disarmament! It is remarkably like
the policeman arresting the wrong man in the street,
and it is also a piece of the whole stupefying
spectacle.
At the Peace Conference, France asked for a Rhine
frontier by way of protection against further inva-
sions from Germany. This she was prevented from
getting by England and the United States ; but these
friends of hers offered her something in exchange
for what she gave up; they would bind themselves
to come to her help in case Germany should ever
assault her again without provocation. Eenouncing
her Rhine frontier, she accepted this offer. Then her
friends went home. Mr. Lloyd George had been
careful to make England ^s promise depend upon
America's; so that when it turned out that Mr.
Wilson had promised more than he could perform,
it all fell down. France had given up her Rhine
frontier and got — ^nothing ; she was left by England
and America to take care of herself.
Against sixty-five million Germans, France counts
thirty-eight. Her people saw German hordes come
in to pillage and bum before the land was named
France, or the invaders were called Germans. From
the year 102 before Christ, when the Cimbri and
Teutones got almost to Marseilles and were stopped
by the Roman general, Marius, down to Ludendorff 's
last lunge at the Mame in 1918, the land of France
has been incessantly trodden down by the barbarians.
Sometimes titey got no farther than the Oise, or
Verdun; sometimes they swept to the Somme, or
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overran Franche-Conte and threatened Italy from
the stronghold of BesanQon ; sometimes they swarmed
into the Bhone Basin and destroyed Lyons. There
were centuries when they broke in several times, and
again a long period would pass without a visit ; but
it has been computed that there has been an average
of one invasion of France by Germans every fifty
years for fifteen centuries — and the fathers of those
who fought in 1914 fought in 1870. Had it not been
for European intervention, Bismarck would have
tried it again in 1875, because he was not satisfied
with his job five years earlier.
Is it not conceivable that England, had she suf-
fered from a habit of German invasion so chronic
as this, might have been more acutely attentive to
the warnings which Lord Roberts gave her through
those seven years before 1914? Had she renounced
a Rhine frontier and got nothing for it, would she
not be likely to want an army f To call France mili-
taristic in such circumstances looks somewhat like
putting the cart before the horse. France seems to
me more like a man who goes about his premises
armed with a revolver and a big stick, because he
has lately been twice sandbagged, and the police have
all gone away.
I have never noticed that England, or America,
or any nation enjoyed misrepresentation and abuse ;
yet they are calling France militaristic and accusing
her of impatience because she resents it. How satis-
factory to Germany, their enemy, this attitude
towards their friend France must be I How per-
fectly this carries out Germany's plan that the Allies
should fall apart !
Yes ; France is being accused of impatience, and I
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am afraid that it is true ; the marvel is that she has
not been much more so. Her newspapers are intem-
perate at times — are they the only ones t At Wash-
ington her delegates made a righteous case seem
wrong for a while, and were surpassed in urbanity
by the delegates of Great Britain. But put your-
self in her place, review the story of her recent
experience :
One-fourteenth of her territory devastated; four
million men lost in killed, maimed, and wounded ; a
frontier renounced in exchange for a broken promise ;
the German damages awarded her by the court whit-
tled down under British pressure while the German
fleet is safe in the British pocket; her demand at
Washington to increase her own greatly reduced sea
power, skilfully distorted by the press. Her naval
plan was held up to the world as an enormity, when
in fact, after the cobwebs of misrepresentation had
been brushed away, what she asked was very close
indeed to what Mr. Hughes proposed.
By the reporters she was made to appear as in-
tending to have completed ten new dreadaoughts of
35,000 tons each by the end of ten years ; as a matter
of fact, they were to come at the end of twenty years ;
at the end of ten she would have just two. This was
the first distortion by the press.
France had built no new ships for seven years;
she had turned over to England, for war purposes,
what vessels she possessed. Some had been lost, and
her plan when truly stated came to nothing more
than replacing superannuated tonnage at the rate
of one new ship in two years. According to this
plan, she would have at the end of the ** ten-year
holiday,^' counting six old ships and two new ones,
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200,000 tons instead of 175,000— only 25,000 more
than the ratio first proposed I
Her tonnage in existing capital ships is 283,923;
Great Britain's is 1,031,000 ; onrs is 628,390. Prance
has a colonial population 20 million greater than at
home ; a colonial area of 13 million square kilometres
to our 9 million ; she has a coast from Belgium to the
Bay of Biscay, with Ostend, Calais, Havre, Cher-
bourg, Brest, St. Nazaire, Bordeaux, among the har-
bors which she must defend, and Marseilles on the
Mediterranean, with her two African ports, making
a triangle. Since the beginning of the war she has
built 5 submarines; since the Armistice, the United
States has built 44 and is building 38 more, while
Great Britain has built 41. To put it in another way,
our total tonnage in submarines existing and to be
built is 82,105; Great Britain's is 82,464; France
has 42,949, and is building none, while we propose
to build 38, having officially declared that the sub-
marine is a defensive weapon, which is precisely
what France has contended.
France was obliged to stand in a false light dex-
terously thrown upon her during the Washington
Conference, to hear the outcries of editors based upon
distorted news, and in the midst of this din a con-
gressman introducing a bill demanding immediate
payment of money owed to us by any European
nation that had announced its intention of increasing
its navy. Patience is always desirable, but in such
circumstances is impatience wholly unnatural?
So much for the charge that France is militaristic
Why it is nmde by Germany is perfectly plain ; why
it is made by England is not so plain, because the
safety of France from Germany is just as important
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to England now as it was in 1914 ; but as the general
British mind could not take in what Germany was
getting ready to do during the seven years before
1914, it is equally unable now to imagine that Ger-
many will do anything more. The war is over, the
German sea power eliminated, and England set upon
resuming her interrupted trade. The French Army
seems to be a disadvantage to this, and consequently
the British mind does not see why France should be
needing something that is unnecessary to England.
**Why does she not disband her army as I have
done? We beat Germany.^' That is virtually the
thought in the British mind, because it lacks imagina-
tion, and without this you cannot put yourself in the
other man's place ; you always put him in yours.
Mr. H. G. Wells says of his own countrymen :
**Most Englishmen, even those who belong to what
we call the educated classes, still do not think sys-
tematically at all; you can not understand England
until you master that fact ; their ideas are in slovenly
detached little heaps, they think in ready-made
phrases, they are honestly capable therefore of the
most grotesque inconsistencies. *'
Why Americans should call France militaristic,
and why a congressman should offer such a resolu-
tion as that demanding immediate payment of money
owed to us by any European power intending to in-
crease its navy, is because many congressmen, as
well as many of those who elect them, are in the
habit of thinking that they know all about everything
when they know nothing of anything.
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As I travelled back and forth through the land of
France, after two years, I watched the winter go,
the spring come and go, and a part of the siunmer.
What I saw and heard of France in her great emer-
gency of peace through those months would fill a book
— ^and must be condensed into a chapter. The mere
aspect of things was often so contradictory as en-
tirely to explain the discrepancies between the vari-
ous reports of her state which travellers had brought
home ; all depended upon where they had gone and
how long they had stayed. At the bottom there was
no contradiction, everything that I had been told
was true, except that France was idle and that she
was prosperous; she was neither the one nor the
other. Perhaps the only unchanged things that I
found were her sane and gallant spirit, and her deep,
unspoken sadness.
**See, monsieur, '* said Madeleine my chamber-
maid, after she and her husband and I had come to
know each other well, "Nicholas and I, we are work-
ing and saving to have some day a home where I
can take care of him, though he doesn't know that.
You did not see him before the four years of prison
with the Germans. He is changed, monsieur, changed
inside, and it is for me who have not been in prison
to take care of Eim. ' '
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I saw many brave women and broken men like that,
who said no words to me such as Madeleine's, because
we had not gone far enough in friendship, but whose
state a glance or a whisper would reveal ; at Bleran-
court, where American ability and devotion are lift-
ing to health the crippled communes of the Aisne;
at Arras, St. Quentin, Soissons, Albert, Bapaxune,
Beims, Verdun, Thiaucourt, Pont-a-Mousson and
along the roads between — ^where did I not meet with
thist Many of the men lacked an arm, or a leg, or
breathed with lungs that had been gassed ; there they
were, in the fields, in the estaminets, going on as
well as they could, each with a woman working hard
all day, and taking care of her man, because, mon-
sieur, he is not the same as he used to be I
I saw those orchards which the Germans had cut
down, still kneeling as if in supplication, and some
of their trees like true French trees were trying to
go on when April came; a rag of bark and wood
still tied them to their roots, and through this still
flowed the sap, breaking into white blossoms that
leaned and bowed close to the ground.
At Peronne the German placard, **nicht argern
nur wimdem, ' ' was gone ; Peronne had manufactured
sugar, and while she waited for the rebuilding of her
destroyed machinery to resume her ancient industry,
she was by no means idle. She was sowing wheat in
her reclaimed fields, and barley, and was raising hay.
In centuries past she had been a storm-centre of his-
tory, and had counted many beautiful old buildings
which I had seen shattered and demolished upon my
last visit. She was but a tomb of beauty now. She
recalled the mining camps of the eighties in our West.
Scarce any movement had been in her wasted streets
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in 1919 ; they were wasted still, raw, without order,
somethiiig like a face that needs shaving, but life
was bustling in them. The stumps of the dead trees,
with glaring new board shacks scattered like litters
of boxes among them, might have been Montana
forests cut down to make way for civilization. Here
was a cinema in a tent; there was a pharmacy in a
shack; there in another was a shop with a proud
name like Grand Magazin de Paris, with boots and
buttons and spoons and shovels and nearly every-
thing else for sale ; long new wooden- barracks like
bowling alleys housed the homeless people of Pe-
ronne; this once symmetric and historic town was
now as ugly and shapeless as any six months old
place I had ever seen in our Bocky Mountains ; and
to look at it and reflect that this identity of aspect
came from destruction in one case and advance in
the other, was strange and sad.
The woman who kept an estaminet here where I
went to drink coffee and get warm, was as lively and
competent as my friend Madeleine.
** Until '16 I stayed here in Peronne, monsieur,
and then I had to go to Amiens. At Amiens they
complain too much. We have suffered more here,
do you not think t"
'*! certainly do.*'
**As you see, this cafe is made of wood — double
planks with paper. And the bedroom is very cold,
constructed by my husband. When the Boches were
here they made men and women and young girls
work beneath the stick. There are Boches and
Boches; but you know, the best of them don't come
high.''
The startling resemblance of these French towns
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that were being built again to those camps in onr
West was a common sight which met me all through
the devastated regions. In their ruins they had been
noble and pitiful, and now this dignity was gone, and
the stage through which they were passing wore a
degraded and sordid appearance, where the beauty
which had been blasted away was replaced by un-
sightliness. Yet even this disorderly make-shift and
improvisation of existence had been touched with
grace already by the French hand. Amid the raw
square shacks and the rusted sheets of corrugated
iron that arched the beds and kitchens of these en-
camped townsfolk, flowers, blue and white and pink,
would be growing along some sill in a box, or in the
earth of some tended corner, and new-washed cur-
tains veiled the little windows with the caress of
neatness.
At Cuisy-en-Almont, I passed a new house two
stories high, and very pretty, which a man and his
two daughters had built entirely with their own
hands. In certain of the larger towns, such as Sois-
sons, those residents who had been well-to-do and
had some money still, were not waiting for help
from the government to rebuild their houses; and
wherever this was the case, the new residences stood
out very plainly among the general ruins. They were
apt to have red roofs, or to be of brick, and were
often ugly in shape ; and before long it became easy
to judge from a distant sight of any village how far
its restoration had progressed, so very marked and
so very small in amount was the new construction
amid the old destruction. Help from the government
came, but it had to come slowly, and by instalments.
If a destroyed house had been worth 25,000 francs in
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1914, to rebuUd it in 1919 would cost three or four
times as much, according to the fluctuations in the
price of material. Its owner would be given its value,
in 1914, as damages for his loss, and supplementary
sums to cover the excess price of replacing it. But to
establish his claim to any of these subsidies, he must
return to the place where he had lived and stay there,
or within a radius of 50 kilometres. Many were liv-
ing in any fragment of a house that they could find,
and many in holes, asking merely for somewhere to
come back to for rest after each day's work. Many
villages from which the war had swept all life were
still lifeless and in dust, still totally dead, and some
of these would never be aUve again; others were a
quarter alive, or half; while some towns, less de-
stroyed and with more resources of food and shelter,
were harboring not only their own population, but
refugees also; Arras, for example, had numbered
25,000 people before the war, and now had 50,000.
But Arras, like other towns where I ate or slept,
showed the shock of shells not only out-of-doors,
where the cathedral and Hotel de ViUe had been
purposely destroyed, and many streets were walled
by hollow ruins, but indoors too, where big holes
were in the ceiliag of one's bedroom and big cracks
in the mirrors 6t the restaurant. I walked about in
Lens, where the water was gushing copiously out of
the vent as they pumped it from the flooded mines,
and where 1,000 houses had been built of the 12,000
that were needed, and 6,000 men were now worKng.
These mines were spending a million francs a day,
in a year it was expected to be many times that sum,
and they were making a loan of 20 milliards to cover
their coming expenses. At Bonssoy, north of St.
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Quentin, there was a graveyard where the Germans
had emptied titie bones from all cofiSns of lead, of
which metal they stood in need. They were as pracj-
tical with their own dead. I heard that English pris-
oners saw these baled in wire, six naked, corpses to
a bale, for shipment to various reduction plants.
They were kept away from those factories, but they
could smell them.
The aspect of the French country varied as greatly
as that of the towns, but it had recovered in far
greater proportion. The first labor had been spent
upon the more fertile and valuable areas, and there
were other wide stretches where nothing as yet had
been done at all. Miles of shell holes and barbed
wire that I had seen in 1919 were now smoothed and
plowed, waiting for the spring; as the season ad-
vanced and I passed them several times again, I saw
these acres rise into life and become a waving sea
of crops. Nothing among or near them would have
led a traveller to suspect that they had been a wilder-
ness, two years ago, except the large coils of barbed
wire which had been removed from them, and often
lay piled along the roads. These roads ran through
other miles where the wire and the shells and the
holes still spread across the desolate surface, over
which no change had come save a growth of rank
weeds and grass, robbing this land of its tragic
appearance without redeeming it from its barrenness.
So it was by Beaumont Hamel, on that road beyond
Mailly-Maillet towards Arras. Not even the road
had been there in April 1919, and now it was the
only thing there. It was worse beyond Bethune and
Neuve Chapelle ; indeed, in that direction, there was
still almost perfect desolation all the way through
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Armentieres and Messines to Ypres and the Menin
road and the ridge of Paschendael. Towns and lands
alike £|till lay in wreck and obliteration nnredeemed,
not a fragment seemed to have been touched among
the monnds and the holes and the wire; along the
main road I saw a thighbone sticking out of a pool.
This part of the battle-gronnd was one of the few
that remained where it was still difficult to find one's
way; we were turned back twice, and oUce had to
make a long detour in order to gain a road that was
open. This happened to me in only one other place,
between the Aisne and the Chemin des Dames;
through all my other journeys, although one came
at times to roads that were still impassable, there
were other roads open near at hand; progress had
virtually ceased to be the picking out from many
ways the only one not closed, and had become the
avoiding among many ways the only one not open.
France had re-established her channels of conmiuni-
cation in a very large measure, both her thorough-
fares and her railroads. These latter on their main
lines were nearly normal in the service of their trains,
and the speed, though still not as fast as it had been
before the war, had decidedly increased. It was only
a certain small number of branch lines that were
still unopened.
While the various voices were busy reporting that
France was not trying to pick herself up, but was
lying in the groxmd, supinely waiting until Germany
should pay her reparations, this is what I found she
had accomplished by January Ist, 1921 :
Of the 277 million cubic metres of trenches to
refill, 219 million had been done ; of the 310 million
square metres of barbed wire to uproot and remove,
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361
249 million had been done ; of the 3 million 8 hundred
thousand devastated hectares to be brought back to
safety and fertility, 3 million four hundred and fif-
teen thousand had been purged of live shells and
projectiles, and 3 million 126 thousand had been made
level and normal. Or, to put it in another way —
Of shells removed 89%
Of land leveUed 82.2%
Of barbed wire removed 80.1%
Of trenches filled .79%
Of wreckage cleared away 60%
in 18 months, with a male population reduced by 4
million, and a debt increased tenfold. And again —
Of 1,757,000 hectares destroyed, 1,669,000 were levelled,
1,405,000 were cultivated, 1,000,000 were sown.
The French harvest in 1919 had been 24% of the
harvest before the war; in 1920 it was 50%.
By January 1st, 1921 —
334,000 hectares were sown in hay.
304,000
57,000
39,000
37,000
150,000
wheat,
beets,
rye.
barley,
other crops.
Of main line railroads restored 96.6%
** local railroads 28%
** canals and navigable streams 93%
** engineering works 70%
" roads , ., 64.7%
Three thousand six hundred and three tunnels and
bridges had been destroyed, one thousand four hun-
dred and ninety-eight remained to be repaired.
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That is a part of what idle France had been doing
in 18 months — ^from the spring of 1919, when she
was able to begin work, nntil January 1st, 1921 ; and
here is more of it:
In November 1918, twenty thousand five hundred
of her manufactories were paralyzed, either knocked
down and without machinery, or left standing without
machinery. After 18 months, 18% of these were
going concerns, 26% in partial activity; but 56%
were still stationary. The German work of destruc-
tion and robbery could not be repaired very rapidly,
and so, whUe German factories were whirling full
speed at night as well as in the day, earning those
30 and 40 per cent, dividends, more than half the
industry of Prance was still a total wreck.
But it was in making new houses for her homeless
millions that France was most behind. She had so
little money to spend at all, that she devoted most
of it to what would immediately iacrease her income
with the least outlay; therefore her first care had
to be for her fields and her channels of communica-
tion. Meanwhile, those homeless French lived near
their place of work in any shelter that could be found
or improvised. In their anxiety to return to their
homes and reclaim their land they came back from
their exile in a stream with which no reconstruction
of the demolished farms and villages could keep
pace ; especially ia a country that had lost one-fifth
of its revenue, and had been spending 9 biUion francs
a year in self-defence. This outstripping of the
sheltering capacity in the devastated regions by the
returning peasants caused a very heavy shortage of
every kind of habitation, adequate and inadequate.
Five hundred and ninety thousand dwellings had been
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wholly or partially destroyed — 293,000 were wiped
out, tiie remainder left in various stages of ruin.
By January 1921, 40,000 of these were rebuilt, 280,-
000 made partly habitable, and to this housing ca-
pacity 40,000 barracks, 60,000 shacks, and 29,000
shelters of other substanciBs had been added ; this had
to accommodate one million seven hundred thousand
people. The total insufficiency of housing in ratio
to the housed was 24%; of repaired or provisional
houses in ratio to the population in 1914, 33.1%;
the insufficiency of normal houses, 96%. Since Jan-
uary 1921, the energy of France in restoring herself
has never flagged; today more than six-sevenths of
her schools are reopened, nearly half of her destroyed
homes are permanently or temporarily repaired,
more than three-quarters of her productive soil has
been reclaimed. This she has accomplished in spite
of having been compelled to buy from abroad much
wheat, sugar, coal, and other necessaries which she
had produced at home before the Germans destroyed
her machinery and sources of production. To re-
build the destroyed a;reas, the bridges, roads, rail-
ways, telegraphs, to set industries, commerce, farm-
ers on their feet, France up to the year 1922 had
devoted fifty-six billion francs since the Armistice.
Yet Germans have intimated, and others have
echoed the intimation, that France has been lying
idle, waiting for Germany to pay the reparations!
It is singular that Germany should expect such a
tale to be believed, because the idea that any nation
which had to go on living should voluntarily expire
makes a very feeble appeal to human reason; more
singular still is it that any one should have actually
believed it. It is somewhat as if a man who had
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been crushed by his neighbor's automobile should
wait to be paid the damages before he went to a
hospital. Germany has given the world another sug-
gestion about France, certainly more plausible on
its face. France refused Germany's offer to send
workmen and rebuild her ruins for her; had she
accepted this offer, says Germany, France would by
now be rebuilt. Without taking into consideration
the problem of feeding a large army of strangers
when food was scarce and expensive, and also the
feelings of the French at having to see again and
to live side by side with those who had wrecked their
homes, killed their brothers, and debauched their
sisters, there is something else ; with that offer which
Germany made went stipulations about the comfort
and food and general weU-being of her workmen,
while they should be in France, which it would have
been perfectly impossible to meet, and the Germans
knew it. They did not intend that France should
accept their offer, any more than they had intended
on July 23d, 1914, that Serbia should accept Aus-
tria's ultimatum. Acceptance of the scheme would
have flung Germany into the same flurry of indigna-
tion at the ** duplicity" of France that they impro-
vised when Serbia took them aback by accepting the
ultimatum. The offer was what we call a ^^frame-
up," something to be used for effect, quite like the
incident of Casablanca in 1907. That was a "cause
of war" with France which Germany had been care-
fully engineering. Germans with a past, who had
enlisted in France 's Foreign Legion, like many others
with a past, were induced by German secret agents
to desert, and were to be represented to the world
as being worthy subjects of the Kaiser, whom the
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French Army had kidnapped and enslaved. The
trick was played prematurely, before the Kaiser felt
ready to fight; and he backed down in the face of
the energetic position then taken by M, Clemencean,
who was President of the Council.
**Born to lie,^' wrote the Boman general in the
first century, and this pattern running through the
German character shows no sign of fading out, after
two thousand years. Its color has glowed brightly
whenever, after some conference at which Germany
has asseverated to the Allies that it is out of her
power to pay her reparation, they have taken, or
have even threatened to take, steps to enforce pay-
ment under the sanctions of the Treaty of Versaflles,
the cash has been forthcoming at once.
** You have answered all sorts of questions,'' I said
to a member of the French Government, **and now
I am going to ask you one more — ^and even then it
may be that I shall not have finished!''
He bowed. **You know I am always at your
service. ' '
**It is this: how about your taxes t"
**That is our weak point," he answered with im-
mediate frankness. ^*We have not been able to col-
lect our tax from the profiteers as successfully as
England or yourselves. But Germany has this same
we£^ point, as well as a number of others. Don't
forget that!"
^'I don't!"
**And that she is the culprit while we are her
victims. ' '
**No American who has seen your devastated re-
gions will forget that. ' '
**Also, it is not that we are conniving with our
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great industrials, that they may escape the tax and
hide their profits in foreign investments. That is
the second deep moral difference between Germany
and ourselves in this matter of taxes. First, she is
the guilty debtor, we the injured creditor; second,
she deliberately winks at the diversion of large sums
of money into these foreign investments, which by
the treaty should go to us for reparation. She
violates the Treaty of Versailles every day. With
us it is inefficiency. We are violating no treaty, and
it is only we who suffer from our own — ^weU, call
it timidity, if you like. The French people hate direct
taxation, and ministers fear to push them too far.
Our leaders, like yours, I fancy, find their position
difficult when it comes to a clash between domestic
and foreign policies. * *
** England has the same embarrassment,'* I said.
**But not Germany,'* he answered. ** Whatever it
looks like on the surface, they stand together at bot-
tom, because they are just as much against the world
in peace as they were in the war, and this keeps them
unified. Yes, I admit that we fall short of you in
the matter of taxes. Only half a million Frenchmen
paid a direct income tax in 1920, when about four
million ought to have paid. But who does that hurt
except ourselves? And in spite of it, we have not
remained at a standstill."
**I am very well aware of that!** I exclaimed.
**Yes; but do you know that our exports have
increased some 16 per cent, over last year, while our
imports have decreased 45 per cent. T That will come
to an export balance of nearly a billion francs against
an import balance of almost 28 billion last year. And
by our bookkeeping we have continued so far to keep
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onr heads above bankruptcy. Our public debt
amounts to — ^in dollars — $1212 per capita against
England ^s $875 and yours of $240. But of this debt
of ours — about forty-eight billion and a half dollars
— only 8.4 per cent, is external debt. And — ^have no
fear! — ^France will meet her obligations. It is not
in her tradition to repudiate. Only — ^may we not have
time to build ourselves up before paying! Who is
the real debtor — ^France, or the one who forced us
all to spend these billions to save our liberty! And
one word more, monsieur ''
He paused a moment, as if to be able to continue
his calm manner and speech :
**Do you think if Germany were just across the
river from certain bankers and politicians, that they
would be quite so ready to invite us all to deny our-
selves for her sake!^*
**Don^t let them make you give up your army I ^'
said I, ** whatever else you may have to deny your-
selves.''
* * Oh, we shall keep our army ! Mr. Lloyd George
is not our Prime Minister, you know.''
^^He almost seems so, at times," I ventured to
murmur.
He let this go. **They tell us, monsieur, that we
are asking from Germany more than the true price
of our damage. That is very easy for financiers to
say, but not so easy to prove when exchange is in
such rapid and constant fluctuation that what we
have correctly calculated on Monday will have be-
come false on Tuesday. Let Germany pay us until
our regions that she devastated are rebuilt, and then
we will excuse her whatever excess we asked."
"Nobody has ever suggested that," I said.
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*'l8 it not perfectly simple and practical?''
* * Perfectly. But they say that Germany can never
pay the true cost of rebuilding. ' '
**And in reply to that I say, monsieur, that when
France, short of men, short of money, and with her
industries paralyzed as you have seen, has been able
in two years to rebuild herself in the manner that
you have also seen, that Germany, who has not a
wheel cracked in her vast industrial machine, can
pay perfectly well, and in a shorter time than they
have allowed her. No, monsieur! This is how it
is : Either Mr. Lloyd George and his friends know
better, or they do not; either they understand Ger-
many, or they do not. It comes to the same thing in
result — ^that they are the best friends that Germany
has, and are aiding her in her plan which France
clearly perceives. That plan is to delay her pay-
ments and so compel us, who can not go on living
without a roof over our heads, to pay for the new
roof ourselves — and with the generous help that you
and other friends are sending us. Germany intends
the Allies to heal their own wounds — ^and to deal
them some new ones, perhaps, before the old ones
are cured. Meanwhile, her democratic workmen are
very respectful to those above them. When they
declined to launch for Monsieur Stinnes his new
ship the von Tirpitz because of its name, he dismissed
3,000 of them. Since that they have launched the
Hindenhurg and the Ludendorff for him with the
most correct and obliging politeness. ' '
I slept two nights among the ruins in the depart-
ment of the Aisne, whence the violence of war had
scarcely been absent at all during the four years.
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In that region, out of 841 conminnes, 814 had been
demolished; of 590,000 people, 290,000 had fled; of
736,000 hectares, 730,000 had been plowed up by
projectiles ; of 10,000 kilometres of road 6,000 were
still impassable, and to rebuild them one million
seven hundred thousand tons of stone would be re-
quired. Of 489 kilometres of main line railroads,
489 — ^the whole — had been destroyed, and of the 648
kilometres of branch lines, 609 had been destroyed.
The little town of Coucy-le-Chateau — and nowhere
in France was there a gem of more exquisite beauty
— stood on its hill as silent and dead as Herculaneum,
destroyed by no volcano, but by the eruption of
wanton, baffled German hate.
At Anizy-le-Chateau on the Sunday that I spent
in this region, the croix-de-guerre was given to 21
of the devastated communes by Marshal FayoUe.
The people came from their own ruins through the
dead forests to the ruins of Anizy, and assembled
round a platform in the sunlight to listen to the
speeches. These were eloquent and moving, made
by prominent men who spoke to the bereaved and
hard-working people of their beloved France. Bright
flags covered the little broken place, hanging quietly
in the warm and motionless air. Beyond these and
across the tiny stream, the Ailette, rose the forest of
Pinon, grim and leafless, never to be green again,
every tree a mere dead spike above the marshy green
of the new grass by the river. Twenty thousand
dead had been in the forest of Pinon in September
1918. The great silence was living here still; but
as those Frenchmen spoke of France and I listened
to the solemn and passionate devotion of their words,
and looked at the forest beyond, it was easy to im-
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agine unheard music floating from the depths; the
songs of the mothers bidding their dead sons to sleep
and dream proud dreams because they lay in the
bosom of their country that they had saved; the
songs of young mothers over their cradles, bidding
their new-born to sleep and dream proud dreams
because they would in their turn live for France and,
if she asked them, die for her. The heart of the
ceremony was the conferring of the war cross to
each one who stood forth to represent his conmiune.
Its name would be called from the roll, and at this
the representative approached Marshal Fayolle.
Then the roll of the commune 's dead would be called,
name after name ; and after each came the answer :
*' Jules Touzef
**Mort pour la France/'
**Leon Jourdois.''
**Mort pour la France/'
** Andre Renard/'
*^Mort pour la France/'
Always the same reply, "dead for France," com-
mune after commune, until all the twenty-one had
been decorated with the cross through their repre-
sentative by Marshal Fayolle. Not only did it not
seem long, but time ceased to be, the sacredness of
it was a moment of eternity ; and through it sounded
the unheard music from the forest of Pinon, and it
seemed as if the whole company were sitting in the
cathedral of Reims, invisible, a wreck no longer, made
whole and rising glorious beyond the grave.
The people of the communes had wished so much
to make the marshal and all their guests feel that
they were welcome, that they had spent themselves
to provide, not a meal, but a feast. They had done
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far more than was needed, they had determined that
none of their poverty which conld be hidden should
be seen today ; and their endless bill-of-f are, printed
with snch zest, contained both a smile and a heart-
break.
It had been the plan of the ministering spirit who
presides over the American Belief of this department
to reduce and simplify, for the sake of expense, each
detail of help that should cease to be needed. It
had been hoped that after two years the surgical
help might cease. Nothing else could ; not the little
shacks for school children; not the little new brick
libraries scattered through the wasted region; not
the automobile service, or the assembly rooms where
the people came at night to see moving pictures, or
the dispensary, or the dentist, nothing that meant
help to work, or to instruct, or to amuse, or to keep
well; but war wounds had either got well or had
been placed in the care of more central organizations.
Nevertheless, surgical equipment had to be continued
by the American Belief in the Aisne, because of the
bombs that were being removed from the fields, the
unexploded hand grenades. A special force was
being employed all through the devastated regions
to find and take away these live shells. In the de-
partment of the Aisne, 648 men had been doing this
work in 1920, of whom 100 had been killed and 38
wounded. The French shells were more dangerous
than the German on account of their mechanism;
they had a spring which caused the fuse to ignite.
In time and under exposure, this spring became rusty,
so that sometimes the lightest touch, or even a jar
caused by the earth pressing against it where a man
had set his foot, would snap it, and the man might
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lose a leg, or be blown to atoms. Consequently the
surgical equipment had to be retained.
In the windows and on the counters of the book-
shops all over France were the signs of a great
change. Innumerable pamphlets and periodicals
were now published to teach and encourage out-of-
door competitive sports. One of these was called,
*^How to become a good player of Football Asso-
ciation,^' another, ** Football Rugby,'' another
* * Feminine Basket Ball. ' ' These were but a few that
I noticed. Not one of these publications had I ever
seen before, and until the war the French had paid
but scant attention to the games of England and
America. Competitive sport had not been a habit
or a tradition with them, and to this fact one weak-
ness in the national character may be ascribed — ^the
absence of the instinct of team-work, of co-operation,
straight through the entire social and economic struc-
ture of the country.
Two officers, a Frenchman and an American, were
talking together as they watched a line of our dough-
boys standing in a heavy rain growing wetter and
wetter, each soldier patiently waiting his turn to
have his supper handed to him. This astonished the
Frenchman.
**Are your men willing to keep in line like thatt'*
he asked the American.
**Yes. Why not!"
** French soldiers would not endure that deluge of
rain. They would all crowd each other to get first. ' '
What they saw of the British and of ourselves
during the war, of the games we played, of our gen-
erally athletic habit, has evidently made a deep im-
pression upon the French. They constantly spoke
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to me of the size of our men, and of their broad
shoulders. It has not stopped there, they have done
more than talk about it; broad shoulders and the
instinct of team-work and fair play have seemed to
them something worth acquiring, and they have set
about doing this systematically. Football has been
made compulsory in the French Army. When the
government is able to pay Soissons the money which
rebuilding will cost, it wi also return to the Ameri-
can Belief in the department of the Aisne their outlay
in developing the play grounds at Soissons and at
Beims. The 67th regiment was stationed there at
the time of my visit, and its team played a game of
basket ball with a team from Couy — ^a neighboring
village of which not one stone is left upon another.
The score stood 9 to 9 close to the finish, when the
soldiers in the Couy team made a desperate rally —
and won.
**What made you play so hard just then!*' an
American asked them.
** Because, if we won, each of us was to get a per-
mission of forty-eight hours. ^ ^
The ministering spirit of the American Belief
found at first a grave obstacle in the absence of all
sense of co-operation, or wish for it, among the
peasants. They had always done their own work,
they had no desire to do their neighbor's. But
France was too short-handed now for such indi-
vidualism; if the fields were to be reclaimed, if the
crops were to be sown, the farmers must come to
each other 's help, and this they were learning to do.
They were also adjusting themselves to waiting their
turn to use the farm machinery which was being
supplied to the department by the American Belief.
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If competitive sport and the habit of co-operation
outlast the emergency of the peace, and persist when
normal conditions are wholly resinned, something so
new will have taken root in France, that a marked
and salutary modification may be looked for in the
national character. Quite as odd and novel as the
sight of the books on sport for sale in the shops was
the spectacle of little boys of eight and ten years old,
kicking footballs in the various French towns where
I stayed; more interesting still was a game played
near Paris between an all England and an all French
team, in which the French outplayed their adversa-
ries duriDg the second half, and at which fifty thou-
sand spectators looked on. It was a sight as new
as aeroplanes were once ; it may in time become as
familiar. If the war so far has done anything but
harm to the world, it is in the awakening of the
French to the value and the practice of outdoor
competitive sport.
Another new sight in France was a large official
placard in the railway stations and in other public
places, exhorting young husbands to beget many
children, and specifying the graded sums that would
be paid by way of support and reward to parents
with families of three, four, five, and more. Not
infrequently I saw couples who were evidently quite
fresh from the marriage service reading these no-
tices. Once at Meaux, I spoke to such a pair.
**In Germany,^' I said to them, **I understand that
this sort of encouragement is not needed.'*
**It appears so, monsieur, *' said the bridegroom.
**Well, young man," I returned, **I am sure yon
know the words of the Marseillaise: * Aliens, enfants
de la patrie. ' ' '
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**C^est juste, monsieur!'' cried the bridegroom
with a gleaming laugh. The bride had walked a
few steps away so that she might seem to be out of
hearing.
But to Nicolas, who brought my hot water morn-
ing and evening in Paris, and to Paul, who took me
80 often and through so many miles of the devas-
tated regions in his car, I said more. Nicolas had
been telling me how he came to be taken prisoner in
the early days of the war.
**I was of the 8th corps, monsieur.''
'*That was away off in the East, wasn't it?"
**Yes, monsieur, in the Vosges. We were led by
persons who made some blunder every day. We
were marched round and round without any point.
Once we rambled about in various directions for
fifteen days. We had been at Gerard Mer and at
other places in the Vosges, and finally one morning
in a fog we were on a plain near Ste. Die, and the
battle of Luneville began. We were left without any
guide, with the Germans on eminences all round us,
and our whole battalion was captured. Others, who
were better led and were not helpless, escaped."
**What did they do with you in Germanyt"
**They put us to work. I was at Ingoldstadt, and
also at Bayreuth. I did work in the railroads, and
of course we never got any news that we believed,
but we learned how it was going by the difference in
the manner of the Boches. In 1915 the German
soldiers who passed us on their way to the front
used to shake their fists at us. They would have
massacred us if they had been permitted to do so,
but we were too useful. Thus we knew things were
going well with them. Then there were times in '16
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and '17 when those going to the front did not shake
their fists at ns. Their heads hnng down. By t^iat
we could tell that things were not going so well for
them.''
"Were there no German workmen with yont"
"But yes, monsieur, naturally. Ah, those work-
men in Germany, they are slaves! See! whenever
the ingenieur was coming near us — every time and
each time he came, no matter how often — ^they bowed
low to him, just as low as the first time. In Prance,
after you have once touched your hat and said good-
morning, you don't keep on doing it. C^est tme
platitude. But they would say to us, *Hushl The
foreman is coming' ; and they'd start bowing. As if
we cared for the foreman ! They work through fear.
Ah, they are slaves. Voila. Aiid that is why they
are doing so well now in their business, because those
workmen work through fear. And after the Armis-
tice they saw their soldiers come back heads high,
with their arms and banners, wearing flowers. So
they strewed the streets with flowers and hailed their
heroic army and believed that the war had finished
en queue de poisson. They will come again, mon-
sieur, one knows that. And they outnumber us."
"Whose fault is that, Nicolas?"
"It is not our fault that they are barbarians and
have a child every year. ' '
"Well, Nicolas! Then you will call me a barba-
rian because I have six children ! Listen 1 You have
heard of Mr. Roosevelt ! "
"Oh, yes, monsieur. Every one has heard of
him. He was here and made a fine speech at the
Sorbonne."
"Mr. Roosevelt told us Americans that we were
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committing race suicide. He said that the richer we
became the fewer children we had, while the foreign-
ers in our slums were having many, and that it would
be merely a question of time when the old American
stock would die out and our Bepublic fall to pieces
in the hands of races that did not have the tradition
or the power of self-government in their blood. Now
I think at this rate you French will commit race
suicide. You wish us to come back and help you fight
the Germans if they invade you again. But if I say
to American mothers that we ought to do this, that we
ought to save France, they will reply, why should
we bear sons to be killed in France! Let French
mothers bear more sons I After all, Nicolas, in Brit-
tany your peasants do have large families.*'
*'They are Catholics, monsieur. '*
^^Well, on too many of the crosses in your ceme-
teries, I read the names of men who are described
as the only son of the family.''
**It is because the parents wish to have the little
share of land which they have owned for generations
descend as a whole to that son. They love it and they
wish to keep it whole, and not have to divide it among
several as they are compelled to do by the Code.
Napoleon."
**I don't think our American mothers will be im-
pressed by that argument, Nicolas."
He now became philosophic. "Yes, monsieur, it
is true. The Frenchman is an egoist. He does not
wish to be burdened with the support of a family so
large that he has no time to enjoy himself. In Ger-
many life is easier, and their ways do not induce them
to limit their families. And when a family grows to
eight — or perhaps it is ten — children, the Kaiser has
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always stood godfather to that last child. So you
see, with their feeling about the Kaiser, they have
had a strong incentive. We, with onr love of our
land, have that reason for making only one son to
inherit all of it.^'
^^Now that the Kaiser is gone, Nicolas, perhaps
those f anulies of ten will stop. ' *
**That is not very probable, monsieur. You see,
when one has got the habit — '* and Nicolas shrugged,
^ ^ Ah, oui, ' ' he concluded. His generalizations almost
always ended with "ah, oui.*'
Paul, my chauffeur, also had his philosophy, like
most Frenchmen of every class, and, like most
Frenchmen, he had the art of expressing it. We had
come into Amiens one afternoon, and I got out on the
steps at the west front of the cathedral.
**Paul,'' said I, **I wonder if I could guess your
agef
"If monsieur will try,'^ he smiled.
"I think that you must be about thirty-two. ' '
"That is my age, monsieur, '^ he said, with a tone
of surprise.
"So you were expecting me to get it wrong f
"I thought you would say that I was older. '* He
stopped, and into his face came that look which I had
begun to know in April 1919 — ^the look of having been
changed by sights and by knowledge that would never
be forgotten, and that were always present. Then
he said quietly and simply :
"The war has made old people out of many young
people.'*
"Yes, Paul. And I suppose the only way to look
at that, is to think that any man like you, who were
in your twenties when that whirlwind caught you up
a
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from ordinary lif e, would be no tme man at all if he
were not many years older in the spirit when the
whirlwind set him down.''
**Yes, monsieur.'*
*^Are you married!"
* * No, monsieur. Oh, no. Not that. ' '
* * Well, but you 're thirty-two. It is quite time. ' '
* * Perhaps. I have never turned my mind in that
direction. It may be that I shall come to it."
* * Don 't wait too long I ' '
He, monsieur, le mariage est si bizarre!" And
Paul, like Nicolas, punctuated his generalization with
a shrug.
The remarkable and unanswerable adjective which
he applied to marriage stuck in my mind, and on a
subsequent day, I said to him:
"Paul, if the idea of a wife does not appeal to you,
here is something that will. I see the old people
that the war has made out of young people. I see
them everywhere, and it is very sad. But I am sure
that the years of rebuilding which lie before you all
will not be as dreary as they look. Don 't think about
them as a whole, don't imagine their united weight
as pressing down upon every day. It will be dis-
persed, only a little of it will be in each day, and it
will always be growing less."
"That is true," said Paul.
"And to see France reviving, to be part of it, to
cause some of it yourself, will carry you through each
day, and you wUl find, beside plenty of hard work,
plenty of laughter awaiting you. Perhaps even
plenty of children I ' '
"ChUdren will not be a laughing matter!" said
Paul.
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It was easy to talk to him, and to any one before
whom a possible futnre stretched, a span of years
wherein to rebuild and refill an emptied life ; — but
there were others. There was a custodian in the
museum at Dijon. He grew to know me as we walked
among the pictures and while he told me about the
dukes of Burgundy, whose tombs are there ; and one
day he talked about himself. He was sixty-seven, he
had seen the Germans come in 1870, he had seen
France recover from the war only to be thrown
prostrate again in his old age.
** There are people,'^ he said, "who can make new
friends when they have lost old ones. But if one
loses one 's only son, one has nothing left. Life is a
burden. One is not sure that one wishes it any
more."
What could I say to him?
Again there were others, many others all over
France, who had gone a step beyond him, and had
become sure that they did not wish life any more:
Clerks, small officials, employees faithful and of many
years' service, whose fixed salary was no longer
enough. It had sufficed them, they had felt safe, they
had built their lives upon it, a roof, a family, books,
perhaps a garden. Suddenly the bills for food, for
all necessities, trebled, and they found themselves
past their middle years — ^and unable to pay. The
salary grew no larger, they faced implacable debt and
want at fifty. They had no spring with which to
start afresh. They drew down their window shades
— ^and freed themselves from the burden of life.
Perhaps some might have persisted but for the four
years * draft upon their fortitude. To meet the war
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they had drawn npon their courage every day ; there
was no balance left for further stress.
It is hard for us, whose Uves and property no in-
vading enemy has ever disturbed, to think of what
living near that war was like. Abbeville was a large
place near enough to it to be bombarded every night
at times. The shells came in the dark hours. The
citizens ; attended to their daily affairs in town, but
they dared not sleep there. Every evening a special
train took them away, out into the country, and there
in the fields, or in any shelter that they could find,
they slept; and each morning the train took them
back to their business. The aunt and uncle of a
young lady who told me this came into Abbeville by
the train one day, and found the house that they had
locked up the night before was no longer to be seen ;
it had been dashed to atoms.
What inhabitants of Philadelphia or St. Louis, or
anywhere here, can imagine what it was to live
through weeks and years of such experience? Had
they done so, they would hardly be asking if France
intends to ** insist^* upon the whole of her ** in-
demnity^' from Germany — ^that ** indemnity '' which
has already been cut down by about one-third of the
sum set by the Treaty of Versailles. And those
Americans who talk about the line between us and
Canada, unguarded for a century, and ask why
France wishes an army, would they like to change
places with France, and have an unguarded line
between them and a race that has invaded them every
50 years for 15 centuries f
At Massevaux in Alsace, I found the cure's door,
and wrote **de la part de M. Clemenceau'' on my
card, and sent it in. The cure came, and I said :
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^^Clemenceau sent me here. He told me to come
and see two of his friends in Massevanx and Thann^
and say that he had bidden me to do so, and they
would talk freely. ' '
**Come in,'* said the cure. And he took me first
upstairs to his room. There the windows looked out
upon his church.
After explaining what had brought me to Prance, I
continued :
**Is that the church where you took Clemenceau
and the generals that day of 1918, when Massevaux
had ceased to be Germany and was France again after
46 years f
**But certainly,'' said the cure.
**You went with him and the generals and their
soldiers in there, and after standing silent for a while,
you all sang the Marseillaise together!''
^^ But certainly."
*^What deep and great happiness, mon pere, to be
able to sing that song aloud again and not to have to
say French prayers in silence any more I ' '
Then we spoke of Alsace, France, and the future.
* ^ Have you talked with many Alsatians ! " he asked.
**I wish that I could. I am afraid to begin politics
with them — ^and I think they are with me. Who can
be sure who any stranger is f Germany haunts their
minds, I feel that, and it haunts their manners also.
What do you think of this ! When I changed trains
at Cemay to come here, there was a woman getting
into the car. I drew back and motioned her to go
first — and she said, * After you, monsieur,' and waited
till I had preceded her. That is a little thing, mon
pere, but does it not reveal much!"
He nodded. *^If they became willing to tell you
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what they have in their hearts, you would find that
they all expect the Germans to come back in ten
years.''
**In October 1914/' I said, **when Mr. Wilson was
writing those notes to Max of Baden, I published a
little piece in our papers in which I said that if we
trusted Berlin when it cried *Kamerad,' our children
would pay for it with their blood. ' '
** People in Mulhouse spoke to me of such a piece,"
said the cure. * * They said it was by an American. —
Alsatians believe that Germany will never pay the
reparations, but that they would have forced France
to pay most of it by now, had the situation been
reversed. ' '
*^You are not the first person who has said that
to me, ' ' I responded. * * The present situation seems
to me to be chiefly the fault of Mr. Wilson and Mr.
Lloyd George. We are more fortunate than Eng-
land. England still has Mr. Lloyd George. I was
indiscreet enough to say to M. Clemenceau that it
seemed to me Mr. Lloyd George, if he continued on
the way he is going, would end by achieving what
Napoleon Bonaparte failed to achieve — ^the destruc-
tion of the British Empire. ' '
The cure looked at me. ^*And what did M. Cle-
menceau say to that f ' '
**NaturaUy he was discreet. But he talked much
of India. ' '
**Have you ever heard any one say that Mr. Wilson
sent a message through Lloyd George that if the
Allies did not accept an armistice, he would withdraw
the American troops!''
* * I have heard that several times, but never at first-
hand. I hope it is not true. "
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** Listen/' said the cure, "in September 1918, Foch
was here, in Massevaux, and so was General Castel-
nau. I said to Foch, *how is it going?' *I hold them,'
he answered, *they are done.' *Then why go ont' I
a^ed him. ^Because we must enter Germany and
fimsh there. Otherwise they will say that we did not
win, and there will be no finish. ' So said Castelnau
also. And then, why did they not finish in Germany!
The greatest victory in history was turned into an
abortion."
"It is very grievous for me to think," said I, "that
we are responsible for that."
"Oh, we all understand now that it was not you.
Mr. Wilson was without your mandate."
"We could not tell you so," said I.
"Nor could we French tell him so. By his own
arbitrary act he placed us all in this false position."
"Then you think that Foch "
"Foch — ^what was he to do but to be loyal? He
sank his own judgment, he stood by what was forced
upon him, and said to the world that an armistice
gave us all that we wanted without the sacrifice of
more lives. But do you think that he, who told me
in September that it must finish in Germany or
remain unfinished, had changed his mind ? Have you
ever heard that one afternoon when Clemenceau and
Wilson and Lloyd George were sitting in council to-
gether, Foch came in to speak to Clemenceau, and
Wilson said, *Who is that military man? I will not
have military men in here.' And Clemenceau, to
save the situation quickly, rose and said, *It is five
o 'clock. Let us go to tea. ' Have you heard that ? ' '
* * Never. Couldn 't that have been invented ? ' '
* * Oh, yes, it could have been invented ; but no inven-
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tion sticks which is not characteristic. We know that
Mr. Wilson had no power to promise us your help in
case of another invasion. But the next war, should
it come, would be over before you could reach us.
People will never march to any war again, they will
fly through the air. ^ '
We must have been talking for an hour, when I
rose.
^*Let me show you our church, where we sang the
Marseillaise,^' said the cure.
He accompanied me out and across the street into
the church. There he pointed up to a broken window.
**A bomb did that,*' he said. **It also killed the
only man who had moved into Massevaux for safety.
He was an old man. Here is where we stood and
sang the Marseillaise. ' '
I stood there with him for a while ; and after he
had shown me the rest of the church, and the very
fine organ, I took my leave. His farewell words
were:
**I have known the Germans for forty-five years.
They are a curious race; like no other. And they
have won the peace.'*
On such another afternoon as this I made my way
to Thann. The light of May was shining upon the
Vosges, hill and valley were filled with it, the fruit
blossoms glowed in it. Thann was neighbor to Mas-
sevaux, separated by one of the wooded ridges of the
Vosges ; and along the valley where it lay, the mills
of a large and long-founded industry extended. The
house of the present master of this industry stood on
a hill overlooking his manufactories and the village
where his operatives lived. Once again the name of
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Clemenceau opened doors to me, and the master took
me into his study; once again the understanding of
America was clear and cordial. The responsibility
of the evil Armistice and of all that followed was
fixed where it belonged, not upon us or our Senate ;
and the good that we had done was also fixed where
it belonged, not upon the man who had ^*kept us out
of the war,'^ but upon the heart and mind of the
nation that had ended by seeing the true meaning of
the war in spite of him. This French gentleman had
seen many of our officers, and these had told him the
truth about our country.
In one of the front windows of the room where we
talked, a bullet had drilled a splintered hole through
the pane ; another had dug a cavity in the wall while
the daughter of the house had sat at the desk where
her father was sitting now. These were the only
injuries the house had suffered. Both the master's
sons had been killed. After speaking of the North
and the South he asked me about our Middle West.
**They were slower,'' he said, **to realize the war,
were they not ! ' '
* * For this reason, ' ' I answered. * * They were mis-
led by our President who told us in 1916 that we were
not concerned with the causes or the objects of the
European conflict — ^and they are a community deeply
absorbed in its own development. They are not in-
clined to look out of the window. But when they
finally did look out and saw what was happening, the
manner in which they rose and set to work was truly
magnificent. They can do anything, once they are
aroused. ' '
**Is your industrial crisis overt" he asked ; and for
a while we discussed that and our labor difficulties.
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I discovered that he was a man who certainly
looked out of his window and saw long distances. In
speaking about some of the French methods of busi-
ness, he said: **We are Chinese/' Presently he
turned the talk to Alsace and its special problems. I
had spoken about the double personality which I felt
in the people of Strasbourg.
**I am travelling second and third class in the
trains here,'' I said, ** because it is in those cars
rather than in the first class that I seem to see the
Alsatian more distinctly. I notice that the people
glide from French into the local dialect here, and
back again into French, almost in the same sentence.
And I notice also that their appearance is rather
German than French."
* * That is quite true. Their bodies have the heavy
character of the German physique — ^but not their
minds. Have you observed their manner of speak-
ing?"
**I am not quite sure what you mean."
** There is a lightness, a turn of drollery and of
wit in what they say which is not at all like the heavi-
ness of their flesh. Their spirit is French. They have
not dared to be French outwardly since 1871. In
November 1918, some soldiers of our army who had
entered and were marching by a field where stood an
old peasant woman, saw her suddenly burst into
tears ; and she cried out to them that it was nothing
but happiaess at being able to speak French aloud
again. ' '
**Have you any idea how much German sympathy
is lurking among the people?" I asked.
** Broadly speaking, I think it is among the lower
classes that the German spirit hangs on, but^^t is by
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no means nniversal there. In spite of all that they
conld do during 46 years, they did not manage to
make us love them. It was a nde of fear. You have
heard of the Saveme incidents
** Where the Prussian officer cut the face of a
lame cobbler with his sword because he was not
wearing a sufficiently German expression! Oh,
yes. And the Crown Prince sent him a message of
congratulation. ' ^
^*But do you know about poulardet^'
^^Poulardet No.''
**In the cafe at Saveme which the Prussian officers
frequented, there was a bill-of-fare on the table one
day, upon which, among the German words, was the
French one, poularde. A young Prussian lieutenant
was so enraged by the appearance of this that he drew
his sword and cut the bill-of-fare in two where the
word occurred. His name was von Forstner. It was
in the Eestaurant a la Carpe d 'or, opposite the Place
du Chateau, where this happened. If you have time,
pay Saveme and that restaurant a visit. The lady
who saw the whole poularde affair still keeps it."
**That whole brutal outrage of Saveme," said I,
**was a sort of rehearsal of what they did next year
in the war — ^a specimen of what they would have done
to the world, had they won."
**Yes, they did their best to Prussianize us and
divide us against each other, by encouraging disunity
in both religion and education. They had separate
schools for Catholics, Protestants, and Jews — ^but
always with the Kaiser as the centre of worship. I
have heard a pastor say in a pulpit *you must not
consider the Kaiser as God's deputy, but as Jesus
Christ himself.' " He added that it was German
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policy with the young to educate **le conscience contra
Pinteref
* ^ How long do you think it will take, ^ ' I asked, * * for
Alsace to become completely French!^'
**A generation should accomplish it. All the chil-
dren are eager to learn French, and certain troubles
which we are having now will he adjusted. There is
a difficulty about the church. The clericals naturally
resist a change to the present system in France which
would deprive them of the direct control of their office
and estate. This would never have come about in
France if M. Combe and the Pope had either of them
been capable of compromise. ' '
As he talked on about Alsace, and France, and
America, I listened and replied, feeling all the while
a sympathy for him that I dared not express. His
mills in the valley of Thann had been going for a
hxmdred years, owned and conducted by his family
from the beginning. He told me that he had never
had any trouble with his operatives.
**I have a system of pensions, and I have always
remembered that these men are human. There came
a time when they demanded syndicalization. I made
no objection to this. * You have the right to it, ' I said
to them. *But I have a right also. I will deal with
you directly, and not with any outsider; and I will
treat non-syndicalized men exactly on the same foot-
ing, neither better nor worse. ^ I thought that I
knew what would happen, but I did not expect it
so soon. In six months all of my workmen had left
the syndicate. '^
I wanted to stay on and listen to this French gentle-
man. His father had been president of the Senate
during the Dreyfus case, and was one of the first to
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believe that DreyfuB was innocent — ^a stand which
cost him many friends, and his office. He in his torn
was now a senator.
**And so M. Clemenceau sent you to me,'* he said.
'*I have known him since I was knee-high. What a
manl'*
**He made me think,*' I answered, "of Mr. Roose-
velt when he was our President. Whenever I paid
him a visit, I always felt as if I had been talking to
Vesuvius in active eruption. ' '
Yes, I wanted to stay ; but I had been here an hour,
and so I rose.
"But at least you will let me get you some refresh-
ments he said; and when I declined, "then I will go
with you to the station.*'
It was about half a mile ; and as we walked down
towards the valley, very beautiful church bells
sounded from below, their tone floating up through
the quiet air among the woods and ridges. It was
May 1st, and as we drew nearer the village, we heard
a strain of thin false brass music. Presently we
turned a comer, and a very small company of "reds'*
marched by, blowing trumpets to the glory of dis-
order. A few ragged children followed them. The
master pointed to them, smiling.
"Not a large proportion for a great industrial com-
munity," he said.
Once more I looked at him, a senator, a captain
of industry, the establisher of pensions, friend to
his men, and owner of a mass of buildings which
stretched far down the valley ; and with both his sons
killed in the war. I could not help speaking :
"Is there none of your blood to follow and take
this from your hands?"
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**Not any longer/' he replied qxiietly, '^I am the
last/'
I went to Saverne and the lady of the Golden Carp
enacted the whole scene of the ponlarde for me as I
sat drinking coffee at the table in the back of the
room where it had happened. But the youth, or the
beauty, or some attribute of Lieutenant von Forstner,
had softened her heart toward him.
**He was only 19,'' she said. **It was the fault of
his colonel. ' ' And she told me, among other things,
that all the children of Saverne were eager to learn
French, and that the girls were quicker at it than the
boys. Were I Alsatian, I, too, should wish to learn
French ; — ^here is some Alsatian :
**De reizigers gelieven niet op het privaat te gaan
zoolang de trein in eene static stilstaat. ' '
As I talked with General Humbert in Strasbourg,
a budget of papers lay upon his desk.
* * This, ' ' he said, laying his hand upon the heap, * * is
my latest secret information from Germany. They
are not disarming. They are merely changing the
name of the Polizei which they agreed at Spa to
disband into a Polizei with a new name. ' ' Then he
gave me the details. **And they are practising gun-
nery twice instead of once a week. ' ' And he thumped
the papers lightly.
**I am being indiscreet every day," I said, **and
now I will add one more to my indiscretions. Some
of your recent allies are calling you impatient.
What strikes me is the extraordinary patience of
France under repeated provocations."
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As I was going, he suddenly spoke of America, of
onr army, of our soldiers and officers, with such a
warmth and enthusiasm that I will not repeat it ; and
all I could reply was :
**My lack of French prevents my expressing to
you, as I should like to do, how deeply your words
touch me/'
Anywhere that you went, anyone that you saw, it
was the same ; if you were silent on the subject of our
contribution to the war, they would introduce it
sooner or later, and always with generous and cordial
words ; but American boasting had not pleased them
any better than it pleased those Americans who did
not boast.
From Guy Ropartz, the distinguished French com-
poser, and director of the conservatory of music at
Strasbourg, I heard most interesting facts about
music there under the German rule. His Hun pre-
decessor had done his best to extinguish French music
in the town — ^none had ever been taught, and none had
ever been played at the concerts. Ropartz found the
young people of Strasbourg entirely unaware that
any French music existed ; they had never heard of
Saint-Saens, or Cesar Franck, or Debussy, or Berlioz,
or apparently of anybody except Germans. But he
found something even more interesting than this.
The Hun predecessor — ^whose name was Eatzner, I
think — ^had introduced many improvements into ttie
symphonies of Beethoven ; he had not only made cuts
in them, he had put in his own orchestration and made
changes in the notation. Ropartz was obliged to
spend much time in restoring Beethoven's own in-
strumentation in the scores of the symphonies.
"I always admired greatly the calm conducting of
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Hans Eichter, ' ' he told me, * * It was not only deeply
nnderstaiiding, but it was also always reverent His
aim was never anything but to leam the composer's
intention and then to carry it ont. But after the time
of Nikisch and Weingartner, it became the fashion of
German conductors to use the symphonies of the
masters merely as vehicles for themselves/'
**I have heard Nikisch do that to Mozart in Bos-
ton/' I told him.
During the war Eopartz had three sons at the
front. He was then teaching at the conservatory of
Nancy, and as that town was not safe, he sent his
wife and daughter away to Brittany, and meanwhile
kept the students at Nancy busy over the musical
exercises.
^*When the whistle blew to announce an air raid,"
he said, **we used to go down into a cellar and con-
tinue our exercises there until the bombs stopped
falling and the safety signal blew. Then we would
come back above ground again and go on with the
work. The young people were perfectly calm. One
day I was getting ready to go to Brittany for a short
visit to my wife and daughter. I was writing and
signing some papers at my desk before leaving, when
the thought came to me, what a needless thing it
would be to be bombed at such a time 1 . So I took my
papers to the cellar. While I was down there I heard
a noise of aa unusual quality, not like the sound of
a Boche bomb, and I wondered if it might be a gas
or a flame bomb. When I went back, my office had
gone. A French bomb had fallen upon it. Now it
would have been tiresome to be killed by that."
Earlier in the spring, before blossom time, while
the peasants were plowing their fields, I spent a day
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in the St. Mihiel country. Much of it was still des-
olate with the shell holes and the barbed wire, but
here and there were stretches that had been re*
claimed. The earth was brown, and one could look
deep into the violet grey of the woods. Where the
fields rose to a ridge, the horses and the plowing
peasants showed against the sky, and along the fur-
rows went the sowers with their bags, flinging their
arms with a forward gesture as they scattered the
seed. Sometimes I got out and talked to those who
were near the road. Often, as we talked, the sound
of explosions came heavily from various distances
through the quiet air, and the clotted pillars of their
smoke would rise and hang for a long while. Those
were the live grenades left in the soil by the battles
and now having their stings drawn. The farm-
ers were sowing oats to be plowed in later, and there
was a growth of a bad weed named chien dent to be
uprooted. One peasant explained that no one dared
to plow the soil deep.
'^Because,'' he said, ^^ce n'est pas une noce to hit
an obus. Those artificers who are being paid 35
francs a day to explode these shells are very unsys-
tematic. They ought to do it progressively, like
plowing, but th&y run here and there. If I am not
blown up, after my oats next year, I shall plant pota^
toes. It will take me 3 or 4 years to get my ground
clear of weeds. Yesterday I plowed up two obus, but
I am still here, as you see. ' '
On the way back, near Verdun, a puncture gave me
ia chance for a longer conversation with a farmer and
his wife. One of their buildings was a complete ruin,
with rusty shells lying around and inside of it, and
wire ran tangled through the grass. They were
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living as best they could in a sort of hovel near by,
where the woman was digging.
*^How do you do, madamef I said, **you certainly
were not here during the war. ' *
**No, monsieur, we were refugees.*'
** And where f
**In Touraine first, and after that at Montpellier.*'
**And now you are back at work. Does it go
weUt'*
**It is very hard to dig. The ground is full of
stones and tin cans and saletes de toutes especes."
**Well, madame, I hope you will have a good
harvesf
**0h, yes, monsieur, everything is going well.*'
At this point her man with a plow and two mules
came up, having finished work for the day. It was a
very light and a very poor plow, and I asked him
about it.
"Yes, look at it,** he said, with a sort of gruff
joviality. "Everything is very dear now. Before
the war that cost 125 francs. Now 700. And a good
mxde 5,000 francs now. Before the war 800. — So you
are American!**
"Yes.**
"We ought to have got some of those big animals
that you left behind. They would have done our
plowing well. But other people . . . ** he com-
pleted his sentence by making a most eloquent and
comical curving sweep with his hand behind his back,
and this made his meaning quite plain.
" Alors vous etes American!** he repeated jovially,
* * Have you returned to make some more war ! * *
"Ah, no!**
He stood straight and stiff, and his face changed
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to gravity. **Well,^' he said, with deliberation,
** without you, this would be Germany today/' And
he pointed down to the earth.
** We are very glad if we were of any help,*' I said.
**This would be Germany if you had not come,*' he
reiterated with emphasis.
"They should have invaded Germany, '^ said I.
**Yes.''
The chauffeur overheard this.
"That is true,'* he said. "Nothing more true.
We wished to go on, but we were not allowed. Foch
wepf
"Yes, I have heard that from many. General
Pershing wanted to go on too.*'
That is the France which I saw for five months in
1921, and which some said (and are saying still), is
idle, prosperous, and militaristic. Though some of
those that have represented her have at times mani-
fested impatience at the treatment she has received,
and the perversions of her true position which have
appeared in certain newspapers and fallen from the
lips of certain public men, the plain truth is that as
a nation she has been as patient with England about
Germany as England has been patient with America
about Ireland ; and that is saying a great deal.
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All through History are incidents which to their
own generation have seemed important, and which
have dwindled as the years left them behind, while
the significance of others has steadily enlarged with
time. To this latter class belong the Norman Con-
qnest, the invention of printing, and the voyage of
Columbns. When we, who have lived so close to the
war that we can not measure it, are long gone, and it
has fallen into the motionless landscape of the past,
what will it seem like then! Today we can hardly
believe that it will ever cease to be known as the Great
War ; and yet, that is a question to be answered then,
and not now ; convulsions more gigantic may dwarf
the terrible years of 1914 to 1918. But as time goes
on, America's act in 1917 will not look smaller. It
will grow in two ways, in relation to ourselves and in
relation to our neighbors. We had risen to greatness
before, certainly once, paying with our blood ; but to
keep the Union and free the slave was an act accord-
ing to our faith, was carrying out into action what our
religion declared and compelled ; whereas in joining
the Great War, in leaving our new world and crossing
the sea to the old, we ran counter to an article of our
faith so deep that it was second only to our belief in
liberty defined and assured by law. Both — our
liberty and our isolation — ^have been woven so close in
our minds and emotions they can be called American
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instincts. And yet we broke from the second. It
was like tearing apart one 's brain. To go upon our
own way, to mind our own affairs, to keep apart from
others' qnarrels, to stand aloof from the meshes of
foreign jealousies, this course had been set for us,
had been preached to us from the beginning, and it
had been practised throughout a century of success.
Every decade of our national life had ratified and
vindicated the wisdom of our isolation; and yet we
wrenched ourselves loose from the embedded anchor.
That small handful of Europeans who have studied
more about Americans than their money, know this
and understand that to take such a step cost us a sort
of mental revolution ; they know that our delay was
inevitable, beyond our control, that a mental revolu-
tion in a hundred million people is not accomplished
in a moment ; especially under the powerful and con-
fusing influences that were at work in our midst,
befogging us night and day. Some of us, who saw
where our duty lay sooner than the mass, have been
inclined to apologize to Europe for our lateness. No
apologies are due, except from those Europeans who
still, in cold blood and after the event, have sneered
because we did not do at once what none of them has
ever done at all in their whole history.
One conspicuous demagogue has termed the Euro-
pean conflict a rich man 's war and a poor man 's fight.
Those Europeans who have given us their intelligent
attention know that we fought for an ideal, that it
was precisely our rich, and not our poor, young men
who threw themselves first into the war as a class,
who enlisted in the Allied armies, who formed the
Lafayette Escadrille, who offered themselves to the
cause of Liberty before their country had taken the
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step, who did not wait for the draft, who shoxildered
arms before the hour of obligation, and whose names
now shine on the tablets of onr schools and colleges.
It was onr sons of privilege that showed themselves,
as a class, worthy of their privilege, whose yonng
eyes discerned in 1914 what the whole country came
to see at last. Three words, spoken by one of these
sons of privilege as he lay dying, enshrine the whole
truth, the reason that he and his kind went at once,
never waiting for any call but the call from within.
He came from one of our great preparatory schools,
he was a Harvard student, he enlisted in Canada, he
met his death in Europe. In the hospital where he
was taken, the nurse asked him how it happened that
he was in the war when his country was neutral. He
answered :
"Our fight too.''
The sentence is a parable. No orator, no states-
man, no poet, could better say why America broke
from that second article of her belief and poured her
treasure and her life across three thousand miles of
sea, and stood ready to go on spending herself to the
last dollar and the last drop of blood. Nothing in
that manifestation of our soul and strength more
astonished the Europeans than how, once we were
aroused and aware, we accepted conscription and re-
quired no law to enforce our self-denial. Did the
Allies need sugar or flour t We went without them —
it was the kitchen, not the dining room that rebelled ;
once again it was the privileged classes that saw their
duty and did it. If oil grew scarce, it was only neces-
sary to tell us, and thousands gave up the chief
pleasure in their week and left their automobiles in
the garage on Sundays*
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No, it is not likely that our part in the war will
dwindle as it grows distant in time ; and the essence
of the internal conflict that it cost ns will be seen more
clearly than it is today. Although we departed from
our creed of isolation, that very departure was a pas-
sionate adherence to the first article of our faith — ^to
liberty, defined and assured by law. The struggle
was between those two principles, and the fundamen-
tal one prevailed ; for in the last analysis, isolation is
not a fundamental, but a temporary principle, and it
is no longer a question of our renounciQg it — ^it has
renounced us. No matter how much some of us may
wish it, Americans can no longer enjoy a brain of
one dimension. It is not going to be a question of
choice, natural laws have settled it for us. You may
push facts out of the door, they will come in at the
window. A natural law does not speak, it asserts
itself in silence, and if you ignore it long enough, it
will griad you to powder. Here we reach the second
aspect of our part in the war, its relation not to our-
selves but to others. Of those four years, we fought
but half a year ; it is not the size of our participation,
but its consequences, that are now the point.
"When the emergency of the war began in August
1914, we looked at it as one of those foreign complica-
tions with which WashiDgton told us to have nothing
to do. By August 1918, nearly two million Ameri-
cans had gone to fight in France. We had been
drawn into the emergency. Why ? Look at the map,
think of electricity and of steam, and you will have
the answer. Is it very likely that Washington in
April 1917 would still have advised us to avoid that
foreign complication f
Next, the war was over, and in a way, won. We
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thought at the time that it was won much more com-
pletely than the ensuing years have disclosed; and
with a deep sigh of joy and content our country came
home — ^home physically and mentally. It turned its
thoughts again to itself, and there was indeed plenty
to think about. But the emergency of the war has
been followed by the emergency of the peace. That
is going on now ; and once again some of us are quot-
ing Washington. We can no more keep out of the
present foreign complication than we were able to
hold aloof from its predecessor. Just as much as that
was, this is **our fight too'' — not for reasons of
sentiment, but for reasons of self-preservation.
Why? Look at the map, think of electricity and
steam, and again you will have the answer. War and
peace are merely different processes of self-preserva-
tion, different means by which nations control and
protect their existence, manage their affairs, survive.
We like to hope that peace will some day be the only
method by which nations live ; but whether this comes
to pass or not, if the fundamental state of the world
is changed, and a great war draws everybody into its
emergency, the emergencies of peace are bound to do
exactly the same thing.
It would be good news if we did not have to think
about Europe as a concern of our own, if foreign
complications could be pushed out of our reckoning,
if we could return to our brain of one dimension.
But that comfortable day is done, and the truth is,
that the word '^foreign'' has ceased to have any
economic or political meaning ; in that sense, there is
little that is foreign in the world any more. We are
all neighbors in the same street, and neighbors hence-
forth it is our destiny to be.
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I do not wonder that great portions of our people
sincerely believe what I wish that I could believe —
that our going over to Europe was an accident, an
exception, a parenthesis in our isolation, a closed inci-
dent ; and that now we can resume our development
and attend to our own housekeeping, and never think
of Europe, or any other part of the world, again
except when it pleases us to do so as a market for
our wares, a playground for our holidays, or an
object of our voluntary compassion and assistance,
like Belgium. I wish they were right, I wish it were
true. When I think of our pioneers, our backwoods-
men, our cowboys, I have a home-sick longing to be
back in their simple day, and I desire to turn my
face away from the welter that Europe is in — ^the
deceits, the jealousies, the greed of conquest, the
flare of discord, the collapse of prosperity. We are
no more responsible for that state of things than
we were for the war ; why saddle ourselves with the
burdens of others when we have enough of our own
to carry already? Let Europe be satisfied with the
help we gave her in 1918, and settle her present
troubles for herself. That is what many Americans
are saying and feeling, and it would make a strong
argument, if isolation were a matter of choice in
these days as it was in the days when George Wash-
ington wrote that Farewell Address which is being
so freely quoted and misquoted just now on the sub-
ject of entangling alliances.
It is to be noticed how remarkably little we quote
or follow a certain other piece of advice which Wash-
ington gave us in that same Farewell Address — ^that
we should avoid occasions of expense by cultivating
peace, **but remembering also that timely disburse'
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ments to prepare for danger frequently prevent much
greater disbursements to repel it/' Not once in
our history have we followed that wise counsel; on
the contrary, Congress has steadily opposed and ob-
structed preparedness for war ; and every war which
we have fought has caught us with our clothes off.
The hasty toilet that we were compelled to make on
the last occasion, in 1917, could not have been made
at all if the British fleet had not stood between us
and the enemy like a wall, behind which we were
able to cover our nakedness before it was too late.
Some day it may be too late. As it is, we are suffer-
ing from a heavy burden of taxes, due to the hurry
in, which we had to get ready at the eleventh hour,
and which might have been averted, had Congress
and Mr. Wilson heeded the advice of George Wash-
ington, instead of heaping every champion of pre-
paredness, such as Augustus Gardner, or Leonard
Wood, with falsehood, sneers, and abuse. Against
stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain; and
our politicians are quick to remember George Wash-
ington when they can use him for something that
they like because it is easy and will cost them no
votes, but they find it convenient to forget him when
his advice is disagreeable to thenu Consequently in
these present days they are placing in front of the
gloomy truth that America can no longer play a lone
hand but must do team-work with Europe, the cheer-
ful falsehood that Washington forbade team-work.
What did Washington really say about Europe
and its relation to us in his Farewell Address T
** Europe has a set of primary interests which to
us have none, or a very remote relation. Hence she
must be engaged in frequent controversies, the causes
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of which are essentially foreign to our concerns.
Hence, therefore, it must be unwise in us to implicate
ourselves, by artificial ties, in the ordinary vicissi-
tudes of her politics, or the ordinary combinations
and collisions of her friendships or enmities.
**Our detached and distant situation invites and
enables us to pursue a different course. If we remain
one people, under an efficient government, the period
is not far off when we may defy material injury from
external arrogance ; when we may take such an atti-
tude as wiU cause the nentraUty we may at any time
resolve upon to be scrupulously respected. . . .
** Why forego the advantages of so peculiar a situa-
tionf "Why quit our own to stand upon foreign
ground! Why, by interweaving our destiny with
that of any part of Europe, entangle our peace and
prosperity in the toils of European ambition, rival-
ship, interest, humor, or caprice I
* * Tis our true policy to steer clear of permanent
alliances with any portion of the foreign world . . .
we may safely trust to temporary alliances for ex-
traordinary emergencies. . . .
** There can be no greater error than to expect
or calculate upon real favors from nation to nation. ' '
That is every word which the Farewell Address
contains on the subject of alliances; and this docu-
ment, dated 19th September, 1796, is being offered
to us as a guide in 1922, with its language about
foreign alliances generally misquoted. Why not ask
us to wear knee breeches and a wig because Wash-
ington wore them? In the first place, he expressly
admitted temporary alliances for extraordinary
emergencies, and in the second place his whole
thought is naturally based on the world as it was in
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1796. They pay a very poor compliment to the
marvellously observant and far-sighted sagacity of
the Father of his Country, when they apply his re-
marks to 1922, and assume that he would repeat them
unchanged. In his time, it took nearly two months
to send a message to Europe and receive an answer ;
today it can be done in a few hours. Would Wash-
ington call Europe remote now! Would he speak
of our ** detached and distant situation'' after seeing
an aeroplane, and a submarine, and the Baldwin
Locomotive Works, or any other works which sell
our wares all over the world?
When he was notified of his unanimous election as
President in April 1789, Washington set out from
Mt. Vernon on the 16th and reached New York on
the 23d. Had some neighbors in Virginia at that
time asked him how long one should allow for a com-
fortable journey to New York, the answer would
have been seven days ; and as Washington was care-
ful about details, he would have told the neighbor
where he would fimd the best lodging for the night at
the end of each day's journey. Since then London
has been reached in seven days by many steamers.
To suppose that he would give us today the same
advice about Europe that he gave in 1796, is precisely
as sensible as to suppose that he would tell a friend
that it would take a week to go from Mt. Vernon to
New York, . instead of recommending the express
trains that do it now in five hours.
Washington 's outlook was not narrowed by a brain
of one dimension; he thought internationally, his
policy was not shackled to obsolete conditions.
Scarcely more than ten years after our Revolution,
he declined to fall in with the wishes of France, who
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had been our friend, and made a treaty with Eng-
land, who had been onr enemy. For this he was
violently abused by the brains of one dimension of
that day, until the good results that followed from
his wise policy put them to silence. If the changes
in conditions after ten years could cause such a
change in Washington's mind, it is hardly worth
while to try to fit to the present day a piece of advice
given 126 years ago based upon conditions that are
no longer the same.
When we be&ran our national life, the total popu-
lation of the 13 original states was less than that of
the city of New York today; we exported nothing,
the few articles that we made, such as glass, were
of local use; our thin population was scattered in
unrelated spots from New Hampshire to Georgia,
with miles of uninhabited wilderness lining between
them : travel on land was bv horse, on water it was
by sail. Similarly at that time, the whole world was
inhabited in spots, no wires or rails tied nations
together, the tides of trade and intercourse were few,
and like thin streams, compared to the thick volume
that pours back and forth between all countries now.
Today, distance and time are virtually obliterated
by electricity, Europe and America are no longer
spots with space between them; they are confluent,
with thousands of veins and arteries of commerce
and credit flowing through them, making them like
parts of one body. If one nation falls a victim to any
grave and prolonged economic disease, the rest will
suffer in time just as inevitably as blood poisoning
in a man 's finger will infect his whole system if it is
not checked. Like neighbors in the same street, the
nations of Europe and America depend for their wel-
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fare more and more upon the same set of supplies,
supplies of meaty grain, coal, hardware, and credit,
especially credit; in this essential above all they
can not get on without team-work If Europe goes
bankrupt, disaster will flow through the arteries of
trade and attack us too. The American who shuts
his eyes to this because it is a fact which jars his
ideal of isolation, is like a man who puts off making
his will because it is unpleasant to be reminded that
he is not going to live for ever.
As America was compelled to take notice of the
war, and submit to team-work in order to prevent
a catastrophe that in the end would have reached
her as well as England and France, she will have to
continue her team-work henceforth. She can never
break away again. Catastrophes are not over, and
it is as xmlikely that they will ever cease in the future
as that they ever ceased in the past. The great
difference between the future and the past is, that
nations used to be able to have catastrophes by them-
selves, without one toppling brick pushing down the
whole row. Consequently, we must join hands with
Europe to fight all disasters that threaten.
And we shall play the part of creditor gracefully if
Europe plays the debtor's part gracefully: it isn't
pretty for him who stretches out his hand to be
shaking his fist, or even his finger.
The signs are good. I can remember that long
after I was grown up it was a rare thing to hear
foreign news discussed by Americans of any class.
It is now the subject of daily conversation, not only
in marble halls but in street cars. In the Back Bay
station in Boston, there is a boot-black who comments
on France and Germany and Mr. Lloyd George while
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he polishes my shoes ; when I was an nnder-graduate
I could have walked the length of Beacon Street with
its most leading citizen and never touched once upon
foreign affairs. That is because in those days^ affairs
could still be foreign, while now the word foreign is
growing obsolete. As Columbus discovered us we
are now obliged to discover Europe.
In his day, the world was said to be flat. When
he proved that it was round a number of persons
were highly scandalized. Today a number of Ameri-
cans are highly scandalized to hear that our isolation
is done for. But I do not think that the brain of
one dimension is going to prevail now in the peace,
any more than it did during the war. It came dread-
fuUy near it, but it failed. We played team-work
in time. We must not be too late now, and we shall
not be. In some form, worked out by our men of
affairs collaborating with our government, we shall
bear a hand again to England and France. Nothing
must happen to either of thenL Whatever rough-
nesses there may be, they are the salt of the earth.
The danger that hung black over them when we came
in 1917 has been replaced by another danger, they
barely keep their heads above water. If they sink
they are certain to drag us down with thenou For
our own preservation we must throw them a life-
preserver.
And not only for that reason ! In those n^oments
when France and England are at their best, they
see a best in us that is not merely material. We
have money, yes ; but they know and we know (when
all are at their best) that beyond and above money
there is that imponderable thing which outweighs
all gold. It is hard to name; the word ideal has
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been over-used ; but it is what made us free the slave,
set Cuba free, and come to help them in 1917. It
is the thing that built Westminster Abbey, and the
cathedral of Amiens, and made Washington come
to New York to be President, when what his heart
craved was to rest at Mt. Vernon beneath his own
vine and fig tree.
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It is not alone in Flanders fields that poppies blow
between the crosses. From Paschendael and the
LySy over the Somme and Aisne, across the Argonne
and past Bomagne and the Meuse and Moselle to
MassevauXy the dead lie everywhere ; the young dead
of many languages, whose spirits at the end spoke
a tongue universal. What they wrote to their
mothers in a legion of letters that have gone to homes
all over the world would have been understood by
every mother bereaved of a son. Whether these last
messages went to Warwickshire, or InvemesSi or
Dauphine, or Ontario, or to the lands of the far Pa-
cific, they could almost be exchanged by those who
received them, so much do they all say the same thing.
Their writers, while still in this life, had passed
beyond these voices to a life where what was terror
and horror to us who read of it, was to them a state
of serene and even happy dedication to the will of
God. As one passes their graves, and again more
graves, and then still more, out in the open stretches,
along the sheltering edges of groves, on the slopes
of hills, among plowed fields or growing harvests,
or near some lovely ancient spire, the silence of
France is filled with the memory of them, and to each
of those quiet hearts one applies the words that are
graven on the stone of a certain boy who lies in a
field of Tardenois :
He has outsoared the darkness of our night.
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Thirty-three hundred British cemeteries are in
Trance ; we have f onr.
Mnch thought, mnch art, much care, went to the
shaping of these cities of the British dead. They
are very beantiful, and simple reverence lives among
their paths and growing flowers, and consolation
almost visible seems to be waiting for every soul
who comes there in need. Each body that lies in
them rests in the company of comrades, near the
very spot where all offered together their last and
highest sacrifice to the same great cause, and upon
the soil that all helped together to save. To visit
these assembled dead, come the living all through the
year, each to seek some special grave. They take
away a rich and twofold solace ; they have seen how
fittingly the ashes dear to them are tended, and they
have felt the great unison of sacredness which comes
from all these soldiers^ graves, and is shed upon
each one. They tell others what they have seen, and
of the peace which the sight has brought them ; and
so to mothers in Canada, Australia, New Zealand,
and every British land across the world is wafted
soon or late the knowledge that it is well with their
boys.
Along the roads from Ypres to Massevaux, to right
and left all the way, the signs come by : British Ceme-
tery, French Cemetery, Canadian, Australian, and
sometimes American Cemetery; we still have four.
From our chief one at Eomagne, where once lay all
our dead of the Meuse-Argonne, not quite one-half
were taken from where they rested together, and
were dispersed to rest alone, far away over the sea,
in company that had not shared their errand or their
sacrifice. Over the happy renmant at Bomagne,
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France will bow her head on sacred days when she
remembers and honors her own sons, through all the
years to come. If Britain, whose killed were eight
hundred thousand, counts thirty-three hundred ceme-
teries, how many must France possess, whose dead
were not far from twice as manyt But America
still has four; and France will not forget them on
her sacred days.
To see those British cemeteries that are finished,
gives one the wish that one had the right to lie there
too. The quiet and beautiful holiness that their
paths and flowers and similar headstones make is like
nothing I have ever seen. The headstones are all
alike, proportioned with excellent skill, expressing
dignity and simplicity; no upstart column or spike
of vanity mars the solemn and sweet concord of the
whole. One is moved to linger, one is led to read
one name after another. Beautiful is the inscrip-
tion without a name :
IN HONOR OF A
BRITISH SOLDIER
NAME UNKNOWN.
2nd July, 1916
KNOWN UNTO GOD.
The lettering and the graceful proportions of the
cross reveal the same thought and art which are to
be seen in every detail throughout.
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These thirty-three hundred cemeteries are laid out,
furnished, and maintained by subordinate camps
which depend upon the general headquarters at St.
Omer. The local camps are established in each of
the regions into which the whole territory of the
British dead is divided. From these are issued the
headstone and the plants and other supplies, in ac-
cordance with the directions from St. Omer. At the
camp in Bethune, for instance, is a nursery for
plants ; and in 1920 one-quarter of a million of these
were distributed from here for the graveyards in
that special region. At St. Omer are the various
departments which plan and superintend severally
the laying out of each ground, its grading and shap-
ing in relation to its environment, its planting with
trees and shrubs, its decoration with flowers, and its
paths and arrangement of headstones, and the war
stone and war cross.
Some cemeteries are larger ; the one named TYN-
COT on Paschendael Bidge contains 15,000 dead,
while others are like country churchyards in size.
For the 2,000 Chinese I saw some of the headstones
at Bethune, lettered with their alphabet and carved
with symbols strange to a Western eye ; but with the
date and a text in English. These dead have to be
buried with their feet towards water, in accordance
with their oriental faith. Among the English graves
at Heilly were those of some German prisoners,
tended with the same care and respect ; and an altar
which had been raised above these bore this sentence :
freund wenn du nach Deutchland Eommst
erzahle dass uns liegen sahst
den Gtesetzen unseres Landes getreu.
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At Louvencourt^ Englishi French, and Flemish
words were on the signs of a finished cemetery, where
the war cross and war stone were in place, and around
and beneath them, enclosed by the completed stone
wall, generals, gunners, surgeons, lieutenants, trum-
peters, drivers, able seamen — ^all ranks were lying
beside each other, in the same majestic level of death.
The emblems of their regiments were carved above
them on each headstone, turf was green upon the
walks. English daisies grew in it, and flowers grew
round the graves^ It was Sunday, and the bells of
Louvencourt were ringing as I walked about and read
the names.
How came there to be able seamen in so many of
these cemeteries ; privates of the Royal Naval Divi-
sion, which was the 63d f Because they had come
from Gallipoli. Battalions named after ships and
admirals were organized for GaUipoli and employed
there for beach duty, the landing of supplies and
men. Afterwards they were proud to be turned into
a fighting division; and so these able seamen retained
their description but became soldiers and met their
deaths on dry land.
The graves in the little plot at Warloy-Baillou
were beneath old apple trees, and once I was there
when the blossoms were at the full, and petals from
them fell quietly now and then upon the dead. Some
of the trees were failing, and there had been a thought
of planting cypress or yew or other churchyard
tree in their stead; but this has been changed, and
apple trees will always grow here and spread their
branches and blossoms over these graves.
Scarce a mile away from this cluster of the dead
was the cemetery of Forceville, also small, and also
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complete. I returned to it very often, because it is
not far from Amiens, and in no other that I visited
did reverence and consolation seem more present
If the dead know and care where they lie, those that
are here must be content; and the living who have
come to see this place in anguish and agitation, be-
cause it held the dust they mourned, have gone away
with spirits calmed. This I was told on the spot.
Mothers have arrived there in winter time, dis-
traught, out of themselves, asking wild privileges;
they must see their dead, the earth must be opened,
they must know how it is with him; perhaps he is
cold ; she would like to make a fire for him. Wilder
prayers than this were made. After a little while,
with that war cross, and that war stone, in that holi-
ness that hangs over those clustered dead, generals,
trumpeters, surgeons, able seamen, she has found her
self-control, she has not raved any more, she has
felt the strange peace of loss, and has said that now
when at home again and thinking of it, she would
not worry any more.
He is dead and ^one, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass green turf.
At his heels a stone.
Against this graveyard is an old French one with
high trees in it. As you approach from the road
you pass along the hedge by the French graves, and
there among these is a single new one, a British
soldier. A splintered tree stump, a foot high and
soon to be hidden with growing leaves, juts up close
by. He had seen the shell coming and stepped be-
hind the tree, and along with it he was dashed to
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fragments. What coxdd be found was buried here.
A few steps more, and you come to the stone gate
where the British are. You pass xmder its arch,
through the solemn swinging door of iron bars that
show the peace within, and there the turf, the flowers,
the headstones, the decent order, possess you at once.
The war cross rises high, but not too far above your
head; first its pedestal, and then its slender shaft
of stone, symmetric, perfect, eloquent without words,
nothing on it but a long slender sword in bronze.
It holds the eye, it compels to silence. It presides
at one end of a turf walk that runs through the mid-
dle of the ground to the war stone at the other end.
This is like an altar, and behind it, as long as
itself, a great stone bench, both again compelling to
silence. They seem to stand for that greater thing
of which Christianity is but the latest part. The
war stone and the cross mingle their influences, which
seem to flow from them, and bathe the headstones
benignly. Beyond the war stone, over the wall, a
field stretches away into quietnes;; beyond the w
cross, over the opposite wall, stretches another field
but a little way to the trees at the village edge, and
through these rise the quiet rustic roofs, and an old
steeple. To one side lies the French cemetery, and
a field to the other; so is the whole place set and
framed in tranquility. As one stands and looks at
this handful of British dead in France, thought goes
beyond them and their headstones, the gunners and
trumpeters, to Thermopylae, to Salamis, to Water-
loo, to Gettysburg, to Verdun. All are of the same
company. France is the home of those at Forceville
who died in the battle of the Somme, at Paschendael
of those who fell in Flanders fields, at Romagne of
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those who fell in the Meuse-Argonne ; and France
will care for them all perpetually, as for her own,
whether Calgary, Melbourne, or Omaha was their
birthplace, and no matter what their name or speech
or faith; she is the true home of them all, and to
her dust does their dust belong.
This is what our brains of one dimension could
not see: that if all the rest of the dead were to lie
in France, it would be exile for ours to be brought
away from that great companionship. Ours alone
have been brought from the sacred circle of all na-
tions, and are now dispersed over a wide continent
that did not witness their sacrifice or share their
conflict. They lie apart from each other, instead of
in a place consecrated especially to them, and they
will be inevitably forgotten when those who mourn
them now are followed to the tomb themselves and
in their turn forgotten. Could those exiled bones of
our soldiers speak through the ground to those who
visit them now, there are few indeed who would not
say:
* * Mother, did no one tell you that I said I wanted
to stay with the boys I ^ *
Sad women all over the rest of the world know that
remembrance and honor will continue to salute their
assembled dead, when not a flower or a thought is
any longer given to the dispersed exiles here.
More than two million lie in France between Flan-
ders fields and Massevaux. When they died, nations
were lifted as high above their week-day mood of
getting and spending as they have fallen below it
since. Sometimes, very often today, as one reads
the morning news, one has to remember those ceme-
teries and the towers of Beims and Amiens rising
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above that devastated land, in order not to fall into
despair. From what goes on, there is temptation
to believe that mankind spent its last drop of nobility
in the war, and has nothing left but its baseness.
This is not true now any more than it has ever been.
Amiens and Reims have stood through many tides.
Other temples that are crushed only made way for
them, as their place will be taken by still others.
What passes is the Inn; what remains is the soul
which builds the Inn and dwells there, but for a time
only. Those two million bodies in France prove the
existence of that soul. Just now it seems stifled and
extinct, as it has often seemed before, when other
bodies in other battlefields had proved its existence.
* * Come from the four winds, breath, and breathe
upon these slain, that they may live.''
We must not expect to live above our week-day
level for any long time together; but may that level
rise, as the growth of pity shows it has risen. If it
is to sink, if the dead have died for no gain at all to
the world, the world were best unpeopled. Stray
hints and projects of a next war are given, a conflict
waged with forces of destruction let loose by men who
never see each other; new germs of pestilence set
going, which leave no living to bury the dead, new
gases made from the minerals and acids of the earth,
that with a puff blow out the breath of a city.
To believe that wars will ever wholly cease while
man is here is hard; but if that is to be war, if
nothing but more means for destruction have been
learned, if that alone is what science and human
minds are making ready for, then may the annihila-
tion be complete! Let not only London and Paris
and Berlin and New York, and all near and far, but
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Asia and Africa and every inhabitant of the globe,
old and young, be extinguished, and so be rendered
incapable of further abuses of science. Then only the
wild animals will inhabit the earth: — the wild ani-
mals, who, although they fight to kill, at least fight
with tooth and claw, whose instinct for combat is at
least redeemed by personal courage ; who do not pol-
lute the streams, who do not bum and fell the forests,
or despoil the caves of the planet of their coal and
gold; who leave Niagara to flow in its natural
majesty, who disfigure no mountain, and blacken no
valley; who are innocent of chemicals and poison —
the wild animals, whose character is honester than
men's because they have no souls to corrupt and
degrade, and who come into the world and go from it,
leaving it unmaimed.
That would be best, if the Spirit of Knowledge
prove for ever hostile to the Spirit of Life, Each
time it has won and religion has gone wholly down,
the civilization where such triumph occurred has
perished. Better a world without man, if that is
to be the end. We can not know; but we can be
calm, and wait until the bruised nerves which the
years from 1914 to 1918 gave us all have recovered.
There have always been an Amiens and a Reims to
symbolize the Spirit of Life; never yet has there
been a race wise enough to keep the hostile Spirit
of Knowledge in its place. That is the recurring
problem of problems; it dwarfs all others; and for
a while at any rate it looked as if the agony of the
war had brought us a step nearer to its solution.
APPENDIX A
THE SUPREME COUNCIL DIFFER ABOUT
UPPER SILESIA
The restitution of Upper Silesia to Poland had been implied
in Mr. Wilson's fourteen points, January 1918, and again in
the statement issued by the Allies on June 3d, 1918. After Jan-
uary 1919, it was definitely to be given back to Poland; and
so it stood in the treaty as delivered to the delegates of Ger-
many on May 7th — ^but it did not stand so when the treaty
was signed, June 28th. During the interval, Mr. Lloyd George
re-opened the subject. He urged that Upper Silesia should
decide by a popular vote whether to remain German or rejoin
Poland. Messrs. Clemenceau and Wilson objected to this change
of plan on the ground that German methods would prevent the
election from being a fair one. The opinions and to some ex-
tent the characters of the three men are disclosed in the dia-
logues which follow, and which are directly translated from
the French stenographic reports. These were put into my
hands by an eminent Frenchman who was part of it all, and
from whom I had leave to do with them what I saw fit. They
were published in The Saturday Evening Post of December
8d, 1921, with some explanatory comments which also follow.
They are among the few stenogrraphic records of the Supreme
Council's conversations still in existence. Most of these were
destroyed by order.
The question was first brought up by Mr. Lloyd George on
the 2nd of June, 1919. At this meeting he asked that the left
bank of the Rhine be not occupied, and that the reparation
clauses of the treaty be revised to provide for a lump sum to be
paid down at once, reducing the German debt. Then he turned
to Upper Silesia, and the material parts of the conversations
follow, translated from the French record:
Lloyd George: M^ colleagues all say that the eastern
frontier of Germany is inadmissible unless it is changed, and
if Germany refuses to sign [the treaty] they all think that
steps of coercion will not seem justifiable to the country
[England]. Moreover they agree with our experts in thinking
that as Upper Silesia has not been a part of Poland for six or
seven centuries a plebiscite is indispensable. If the plebiscite
is favorable to Poland it will be impossible for the Germans to
talk of retaliation. That is what would have happened in 1871
if a plebiscite favorable to Germany had been held in Alsace-
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Lorraine. Besides, I am convinced that the plebiscite will be
favorable to Poland.
Clemenceau: First, as to Poland, amends are to be made
for a historic crime, but also there is a barrier between Ger-
many and Russia to be created. Read the interviews of Ens-
berger, wl\o wishes Poland to be made as weak as possible,
because it separates Germany from Russia. Mr. Erzberger
adds that Germany, once she is in touch with Russia, can attack
France in far better circumstances than in 1914. Is that what
you want? Germany in control of Russia? That means that
our dead are slain for nothing. That's all I have to remark
on this point for the moment.
(June 8rd« Afternoon.)
Wilson: A plebiscite in Upper Silesia seems difficult to me;
it would be necessary first to expel the German officials.
Lloyd George: Do you mean the petty officials?
Wilson: No. I'm thinking of those in charge of the ad-
ministration.
Clemenceau: Don't forget that in Germany it's the central
power that appoints the mayors.
Lloyd George: I agree that the chief German authorities
ought to go out of the country before any voting.
Wilson: Yes, but it's more than that. Fifteen or twenty
big capitalists are the bosses in Upper Silesia.
Clemenceau: Quite true. Notably Henckel von Donners-
marck.
Wilson: Unless the Germans are absent, a free and honest
plebiscite, according to my expert advisers, can't be looked for
in a country so long dominated and under constant fear of
reprisals.
Lloyd George: Yet in 1907, in spite of this fear, the Poles
won the elections. My experts foresee a plebiscite favorable to
Poland. They believe that such a plebiscite will preclude later
reprisals by the Germans.
Wilson: There's no trend of German opinion favorable to
Upper Silesia; it's a capitalistic affair.
Lloyd George: Yet the majority of the German Govern-
ment is socialist, and it is that which is protesting.
Wilson : Yes, for the benefit of the capitalists.
Lloyd George: I don't agree with you. It is national
spirit. Upper Silesia has been separated from Poland for
seven hundred years. I ask nothing unreasonable in asking
that the inhabitants be allowed to vote. [Let the reader notice
the word "inhabitants," used by Mr. Lloyd George. Later on,
much turns upon this word.]
Wilson : But I repeat that a free vote will be impossible.
Lloyd George: Very well, we'll occupy the territory during
the vote.
Wilson: Then they'll say that we brought military pres-
sure to bear.
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Clbmbncbau: One way or another the Germans will always
be protesting.
Lloyd George: None the less the vote will have been cast.
Furthermore, how are ^e Germans going to intimidate a re-
sisting industrial community? We've gone through that in
Wales, and got the better of the big owners.
Wilson: You're comparing dissimilar things.
Lloyd Geobge: But I tell you that the elections have gone
for the Poles in the localities which concern us.
Wilson: Those were local elections and not a plebiscite to
determine nationality.
Clbmencbau: We haven't promised any plebiscite in this
region.
Lloyd George: It's Mr. Wilson who has proclaimed on every
occasion the right of self-determination. We're providing
plebiscites for the Saar, Fiume, Klagenf urt, so why deny one to
Upper Silesia?
Wilson: I go back on none of my principles, but I don't
want the Poles to come under German pressure.
Lloyd George: You're employing the argument you op-
posed when Mr. Orlando was using it about Dalmatia.
Wilson: That, is simply absurd. What I'm after is an
honestly free vote. Now I am advised that the Germans are
getting ready for military action in Upper Silesia.
Lloyd George: All the more reason for a plebiscite.
Wilson: Well, then, what are you offering us?
Lloyd George: The same procedure as in East Prussia.
Wilson: And if the Germans decline to obey the decision
of the League of Nations?
Clemenceau: You're going to ask them to promise; they'll
promise, and they'll not keep it. Is that what you want?
Lloyd George: I don't exclude military occupation of the
plebiscite zone as a hsrpothesis.
Wilson: I tell you that Germany will say that pressure
was used.
Lloyd George: One division would suffice.
Wilson: Suffice for them to accuse us of pressure.
Lloyd George: I want peace. I know from a reliable source
that the question of Upper Silesia is the most important one
to the Germans. I prefer sending one division into Silesia
rather than armies to Berlin.
Clemenceau: Who says you'll have the choice?
Lloyd George: I don't want to repeat the madness of
Napoleon in Russia, and be in Berlin as he was in Moscow.
Clemenceau: It's a bit late to say all that.
Wilson: The point is to find out if our decision is equi-
table. Let them show a mistake as to race, and I am ready to
correct it; but the threat that Germany will refuse to sign is
of small interest to me. If the Germans have something valid
to say as to Upper Silesia I'm willing to go into the question.
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x:^V<;
Lloitd Gbobge: It's not at all too late. The treaty of May
7th is not an ultimatum. We must hear the Germans. My
colleasrues in the government think so too. The Germans ask
nothing unreasonable in asking that the inhabitants be eon*
suited [Notice again the word ''inhabitants" used by Mr. Lloyd
George] ; as to the freedom of the vote, that is our business:
if Germany rejects a plebiscite favorable to Poland the British
Armjr will march enthusiastically to Berlin. That's what I
require. I must have the English people with me in case of
trouble.
Wilson: It seems to me we are further apart than we were
at the start. My point is that a ''no" from Germany isn't rea*
son enough for changing our decisions. I am ready to change
them in every case where we can be proved in the wrong.
Lloyd Georgb: There are other considerations. Why re*
fuse secondary changes if they facilitate the signing? It's my
conviction that the plebiscite will both give Upper Silesia to
Poland and facilitate the signature.
Wilson: Your intentions are excellent, but if we send troops
we shall be accused of exercising pressure. I should prefer
taking other guaranties to insure the freedom of the vote, and
not sending any troops.
Clembncbau: I have listened attentively to both of you»
and here's my objection: you want to avoid difficulties, you're
going to create worse ones. A plebiscite is ideal, but not in
Germany, where liberty has never existed. To decide on a
plebiscite and wash your hands of it would be very nice, but
it would be a crime against the Poles. Occupation of the
plebiscite zone remains, in which case Germany will say that
fressure has been used — and do you know what will happen?
n six months, in a year, right in the midst of peace you'll have
all the bothers of war^ and then the situation will probably
be more difficult than it is today. You say. Monsieur lioyd
George, that you don't wish to go to Berlin; no more do I. If
we have caused millions of soldiers to be killed it was to save
our existence. You say that you want to learn the choice of
Upper Silesia; I reply that under German rule Upper Silesia
cant make a free choice, and that with interallied occupation
the Germans will claim that the plebiscite was queered. You
wish to quiet racial passions; you're going to inflame theoL
There are times when the simplest and wisest thing is to sav
no. We believe that we have made a fair treaty. Let's stick
to it. A plebiscite and an occupation mean quarrels for to-
morrow, battles perhaps; in a word, the very opposite of what
you desire.
Lloyd George: But if you're afraid of German resistance
it will come about much more if there is no plebiscite, and we
must recognize that from the standpoint of right Germany will
be in a better position than ourselves.
Wilson: We have said on our basis of the peace that all
the indisputably Polish provinces must come back to Poland.
APPENDIX A 425
Lloyd Gborgb: But the Germans say that this is predaely
not the case in Silesia.
Clbmencbau: What? Tou know perfectly well that Ger-
man statistics themselves show a large majority of Upper Sile-
sia to be Polish.
Lloyd Gborgb: Bnt the legal aspect is not the only one;
there's a sentiment, and I want to know that.
Wilson : The racial question is not doubtful. As to the rest
I am willing to amplify what we have decided, but we are not
obliged to do so by the basis of the peace.
Lloyd Gborgb: On the racial basis one would have to say
that Alsace is Grerman.
Clembnceau: The case of Alsace-Lorraine, as you know
well, is not analogous to any other.
Wilson: What I maintain is that our decision is not con-f
trary to the fourteen points.
Lloyd Gborgb: Who of us had thought of Upper Silesia
before the report of our experts had brought it to our atten-
tion?
Clbmencbau: You are absolutely wrong. All the Poles
from the start have claimed Upper Silesia.
Wilson: Monsieur Clemenceau is right. When I received
Dmovski and Paderewski in Washington I questioned them a
long while, map in hand. Their claims were excessive, but we
all agreed upon the formula "to give Poland all regions in-
habited by Poles."
Lloyd George: I tell you again that we can never have
thought of giving to Poland a province which has not been
Poliui for eight hundred years.
Clembnceau: And I tell you again that the claim as to
Upper Silesia has always been formulated by Poland and recog-
nized as just by us.
Wilson: We must finish. We might consent to aplebisdte
under the control of an interallied commission. We would
declare the plebiscite to be void if the commission reported td
us that pressure had been exercised.
Lloyd George: I fancy that Germany would accept an
American occupation.
Clembnceau: Well, I promise you that no matter who 11»e
occupiers may be, Germany will protest Just the same.
Wilson: Germany doesn't love the United States any better
than she loves the other allies. What is your decision? Do
you want a plebiscite and do you wish an interallied commission
to define how it shall be held?
Lloyd George: The German troops must evacuate Upper
Silesia.
Wilson: Quite so, and the interallied commission must even
be able to summon allied troops.
CiJSMBNCBAU: But what force do you think necessary?
Lloyd George: One division.
Clbmencbau: I'm not convinced.
426 NEIGHBOBS HENCEFOBTH
Lloyd Gbobob: If the Germans refuse to sign I most be
able to prove to my cabinet and to the people that the fault is
not ours.
Then they decided that the experts draw up a scheme; and
on the mominff of June 5th they Bad in Mr. Paderewskiy whom
Mr. Wilson addressed as follows:
Wilson: They tell us that the most serious question is
Upper Silesia. Our experts have prepared a note, which has
bc^n communicated to us. But before deciding we want your
opinion. The material change will be the provision for a
plebiscite. The population is Polish by a large majority, as we
know, but some think that a plebiscite, held of course after the
departure of the German troops, will give more strength to our
decisions.
Paderewski: The actual text of the treaty is justice itself.
In Silesia there are two districts where Poland has an un-
doubted majority, and one where the majority in German. The
part to the west, which is agricultural, is under the influence
of the Catholic clergy, very oangerous from our point of view;
it influences the opinion of the peasants. To the east the popu-
lation is more thoughtful and freer, but if only l^e east be-
comes Polish, the whole industrial region will be close to the
frontier.
Lloyd Gborgb: Which zone is the more densely populated?
Paderewski: The east. In the mining region there are 900,-
000 Poles, 400,000 Germans. In the fanning region there are
600,000 inhabitants; it is an indisputably Polish country.
Wilson: The Germans themselves recognize that the popu-
lation is Polish.
Paderewski: Yet, nevertheless, they claim Upper Silesia.
Lloyd George: If we were to speak of Silesia as a whole,
and not merely of Upper Silesia, in its entirety it is mainly
Crerman.
Paderewski: Yes, many people were speakinp: Polish at
Breslau when I was there. [He means by this that in a German
city much Polish was spoken just as much Yiddish is spoken
in New York, and that these are not the facts which decide to
what country a city belongs.]
Clemenceau: But as to what concerns Upper Silesia, do
you agree to a plebiscite after the evacuation of the territory
by German troops? That's what we want to know from you.
Paderewski: Such a change in the treaty would oblige me
to resign, for the people to whom the text of June 7th [a mis-
take for May 7th1 promised Upper Silesia would lose their
confidence.
Lloyd George: We promised nothing at all, we wrote the
scheme of a treaty^ we oidnt give it the form of an ultimatum.
We reserved our liberty to examine the reply of the Germans,
and consequently we have the right to make concessions if they
are reasonable. What? Yesterday Poland was divided in
three pieces, your fellow-countrymen were fighting separately
APPENDIX A 427
against each other, and all were fighting together against the
independence of their own country. Today you are sure of a
resurrected Poland which will have 20,000,000 inhabitants;
you're demanding in addition, for example, a population in Gali-
da which is not Polish. You're demandmg all tms from us; you»
whose liberty has been won by the death of 1,600,000 French-
men, 800,000 Englishmen, and 500,000 Italians. It's our blood
that has paid for your independence. If you kick against our
decisions we shall have been mistaken in ^rou.
Padebewski: I confined myself to stating that I could not
remain in office.
Lloyd George: We have given liberty to Poland, Bohemia,
Jugo-Slavia; and those are the countries that kick against
the plebiscite. They are much more imperialistic than the great
nations themselves.
Padebewski: I cannot admit what you say; you are merely
reproducing newspaper talk.
Lloyd George: I say that you want to annex people against
their will.
Paderewski: Not in the slightest degree. We defend our
countrymen when they are attacked.
Clemenceau: I want to come back to the question of the
plebiscite. If it is held after some postponement and until
that time American troops occupy the country, do you think
the vote will be free and favorable to Poland?
Paderewski: Yes, undoubtedly in the eastern part. As for
the western part, the threefold influence of the freeholders, the
officials, and the clericals will make the outcome uncertain.
Furthermore the object of the Germans is to provoke a dis-
turbance in order to have to repress it. They have 860,000
men on the Polish frontier.
The conversation about Poland was resumed on the morning
of June 9th.
Lloyd George: The experts who have been at work over
the plebiscite do not agree as to the interval between the signing
of the treaty and the plebiscite. Now this interval bears upon
the system to be established. We alone are able to solve this
question. Do not forget that three of the experts are hostile
in principle to the plebiscite.
Wilson: It will be enough to ask them to explain the two
systems.
Lloyd George: That's it. Moreover, some proposals are not
acceptable, such as the expulsion of the entire clergy^ The com*
mission who will be on the ground must be exempt from its
decisions. ^
Clemenceau: I recognize that it may be difficult to expel
the entire clergy, and yet you cannot overlook the pro-German
influence that it will exert.
Lloyd George: As in Ireland; and in spite of that we do not
expel the Irish clergy. The plebiscite will deprive the Germans
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of all pretext for fightingr. With concessions as to the repara-
tions in addition, the Germans will sign.
On the afternoon of June 11th they returned to the question.
Clemenceau: Do you wish to hear the commission on Polish
affairs?
Lloyd George: That commission is very biased regarding
Poland; I don't want to debate with it.
Clemenceau: We'll debate only with each other, but we
must first hear the commission, question it and listen to it. I
desire to repeat once again that I am against a plebiscite
in Upper Silesia. Since you all agree to the principle I'll be
with you in a spirit of conciliation, but I can't forget that
wherever the population has elected Polish deputies tiae pleb-
iscite is useless. [He means that Polish deputies to the Reich-
stag count for nothing.]
Wilson : We can examine its limitations. I should add that
my colleague, Mr. White, has also brought me reports of the
pro-German influence of the Polish clericals.
Lloyd George: I'll bet those reports come from Polish
sources. Look what the Poles are saying about the Jews. They
claim to be giving them the best treatment in the world, and
we all know it's not true. A plebiscite is a just thinp:. With-
out a plebiscite our consciences would not be at ease if British
troops had to be sent to get themselves killed in Upper Silesia.
A plebiscite jput off for several months or an interallied occu-
pation will give us free elections.
Wilson: You're very biased yourself. My information
comes from Americans on the spot. You appear to have for-
gotten what the Germans can do in the way of propaganda and
pressure. I know what they did in America. What will they
not do in Silesia, where they are politically and economically
sovereign? When it comes to the Germans I am against them
and for Poland.
Clemenceau: That's truth.
Lloyd George: I tell you again that if we have to fight
about the east frontier of Crermany our soldiers won't fight if
Germany can prove that the plebiscite was rejected in spite
of Great Britain's opinion.
Wilson: We've been making no sacrifice of our own inter-
ests; don't let us consent to them at the expense of a little
country. [Mr. Wilson meant by this that after a lively discus-
sion and upon the unbreakable opposition of Mr. Clemenceau
the clauses relating to the occupation of the left bank of the
Rhine and the reparations had been retained without change.]
Lloyd George: You know perfectly well that my sole object
was not to give Poland territory that was not Polish. Were
we to do that we could not fight to assure such territory to it.
Wilson: I'm sorry for the excitement into which Fve
thrown jrou. It's also quite certain that you've never changed
your opinion about this.
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Lloyd George: I want to avoid conflict. The Germans in
Upper Silesia consider the Poles an inferior population, for
wnom they entertain contempt; and to put Germans under
Polish rule would be to provoke trouble.
Clbmenceau: You'll have trouble, never ^ doubt it, of all
sorts, now or later, with or without a plebiscite.
Lloyd George: I hold an utterly opposite opinion.
Clemenceau: The future will settle it, but I beg you not to
forget what I'm saying today.
Wilson: The first thing to do, according to the experts, is
to cause the withdrawal of German troops. Will British soldiers
fight to make the plebiscite respected?
Lloyd George: Yes, because it's a just principle; and what
I'd like to know is, if the French Army would fight for Upper
Silesia to become Polish without a plebiscite?
Clbmenceau: I reply yes, because the question is not as
you put it; here's the one question: to know if the Germans
will sign or not sign the treaty.
Wilson: The American soldiers will alwajrs fight against
the Crermans.
Lloyd George: I'm not speaking for your soldiers; I'm
speaking for mine. You know how Lord Northcliffe is attack-
ing me in his newspapers, and yet he is for the plebiscite in
Upper Silesia.
[The experts are brought in — Mr. JuleS Cambon, General Le
Rond, Mr. Morley, and Mr. Lord.]
Wilson: In what do the experts agree and in what do they
disagree?
Le Rond: We agree upon the territorial question, the coal
(^fuestion, and the financial clauses. We disagrree upon the ques-
tion of the plebiscite in Upper Silesia. President Wilson two
days ago ordered us in the name of the Four to present two
schemes — one for a plebiscite shortly, the other for a postponed
plebiscite. In Upper Silesia the Poles are not their own
masters. The big freeholders are lords of the soil; they are
really feudal with more power than those of the thirteenth
century, because they own not only the g[round but what is be-
neath, and the manufactories and the capital.
Clemenceau: Chiefly the bishop of Breslau, who is one of
those big freeholders.
Le Rond: I'll speak presently of him. The big freeholders
hold the country in a net, notably the clergy. The bishop of
Breslau is particularly powerful. Since the armistice the Polish
priests have been sent elsewhere. The Germans suppress the
Polish newspapers and it's being said that if Silesia becomes
Polish the money in the savings banks will disappear. Accord-
ing to the general opinion of the experts, serious precautions
should be taken. The majority of the experts consider that a
pretty long postponement is required; between one and two
years.
Lloyd George: I accept.
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Lb Rond: Out of eight electoral districts in Upper Silesia,
five were represented in the Reichstag by Poles.
CiAMENCBAu: Did these Poles claim they were independent?
Lb Rond: They couldnt under the German system.
WHiSOn: There was a strong Polish party in Upper Silesia?
Lb Rond: Yes.
Lloyd Georob: I fancy it's useless to bring up the question
of an immediate plebiscite.
Lb Rond: 111 speak of the preparation for a plebiscite. If
it doesn't take place until after a fairly long wait you must
give wider powers to your commission.
Lloyd George: The question is settled for me.
Lb Rond: Who will settle the date — ^the Powers or the
League of Nations?
Lloyd George: 111 accept either method.
Wilson: Can you inform us as to the Polish part of Upper
Silesia?
Lord: There are two parties, one socialist, one not, but
both are working for union with Poland.
Lloyd George: But is it not the same thing as in Ireland
or in Wales — attachment to the nationality, but never until
recently, even in Ireland, a serious idea of separation?
Lord: Separation was not in the program, probably be-
cause it wasn't supposed possible in the condition of Europe.
Le Rond: Since the war the movement in favor of union
with Poland has been very active in the whole of Upper Silesia.
Lloyd George: I don't contest that, but what I don't know
is the strength of Polish sentiment.
[The experts retire.]
Wilson: I consider that we must decide for a plebiscite a
year off at least, two years off at the latest. Mr. Lord has it
from an American on the spot that all classes of the population
want a plebiscite. Now Mr. Lord himself is against a plebi-
scite.
Glemenceau: IVe nothing to add to what I have said. I
persist in thinking the plebiscite a mistake. Since I'm alone
in this, I must bow; none the less I continue to believe that we
are headed for grave difficulties in Upper Silesia and that a
prompt settlement would have been better.
Wilson: Here is the scheme for defining the powers of the
commission on the plebiscite.
[The scheme is aaopted.]
Clemenceau: Is occupation provided for?
Wilson: Yes.
Clemenceau: Is the evacuation of the German troops stip-
ulated?
Wilson: Tes.
Glemenceau: What interval shall we set for the plebiscite?
Lloyd George: The committee will make a proposal at the
end of the year.
Clemenceau: Who are the troops of occupation?
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Lloyd Gkobgb: I think we'll all have to participate. I'd
still prefer that it was the Americans.
Wilson: I'll consult my military authorities.
Clbmenceau: Who'll pay the expenses of the occupation?
Oblando: The country who'll get Upper Silesia.
They resumed on the morning of June 14th.
Wilson: We have decided to have recourse to the plebiscite
to deprive Germany of the slightest pretext for irredentist
action in the future. Besides, the Grermans realize that the pop-
ulation is Polish in majority but they deny its wish to be joined
to Poland. Mr. Paderewski has marked out two zones — ^the
mining ref^ion to the east, where the result of the plebiscite
seems to him not doubtful, and the farming region to the west,
where the result is doubtful. This n^ust be taken into consid-
eration. Accordingly we have decided:
1. That the plebiscite shall be held by commune [township,
parish].
2. That it shall be put off for several months in order that
German pressure may be eliminated.
3. That the German troops shall immediately evacuate
Upper Silesia.
Paderewski: I can't pretend that this is not a cruel blow,
for we had been promised Upper Silesia. If the plebiscite turned
out unfavorable to us it would be the peasants, the working-
men, who would suffer. As to the period of waiting which you
have provided, it will create an unwelcome tension. The plebi-
scite should not be put off longer than six months at the most.
Our delegation accepts your decision with the respect it has
for you, but not without profound regret.
Wilson: Your words move me deeply; I've gone through
many doubts and scruples of conscience.
Clemenceau: You know that my opinion has never changed.
Lloyd George: I was myself much moved by the state-
ments of Mr. Paderewski. We have reflected a long while^ but
I am certain that Poland has nothing to fear in the mining
region from the plebiscite.
Wilson: An American who went there tells me that union
with Poland is desired by everybody and that the result will be
favorable.
Dmovski: I am convinced that taken altogether the plebi-
scite will give good results. I know the Grerman argument welL
They declare fliat the population does not want to be Polish.
I realize that fifty years ago it was no longer Polish save in
speech, but during the pastlialf century there has been a great
awakening. This might now create difficulties if districts which
in 1919 might hesitate to vote for Poland should rise up against
German rule later. What would the Great Powers do?
Wilson: To deal with such questions is one of the essential
offices of the League of Nations.
432 NEIGHBOES HENCEFOETH
Lloyd George: Quite so; we can't settle everything at once,
but there'll be permanent machinery for adjustment.
Dmovski: What have you decided about the evacuation of
Upper Silesia by German troops?
Wilson: It will take place at once after the signature.
Dmovski: What have you decided about the Grerman
officials?
Wilson: The commission has full power to drive them out.
Dmovski: The commission in its work would have to be
aided equally by the German and the Polish element.
Wilson: The commission will have discretionary powers.
[Mr. Paderewski and Mr. Dmovski retire.]
Lloyd George: All the partisans of Poland asked that the
plebiscite be put off, and here's the Polish delegation asking
that it take place as soon as possible.
Wilson: I should have supposed that an interval of from
one to two years was a guaranty for Poland.
Clemenceau: Possibly; but Mr. Paderewski tells you that
the intervening period runs the danger of driving everybody
crazy.
Wilson: We must take what he said into consideration and
adopt a plan that allows at need an abridgment of the interval
before the plebiscite. I suggest we say from six to eighteen
months. [Adopted.]
So Mr. Lloyd George had his way, and a plebiscite in Upper
Silesia was provided for, accordingly, by Article 88 of the
Treaty of Versailles, as follows:
Article 88 : "In the portion of Upper Silesia included within
the boundaries described below, the inhabitants will be called
upon to indicate by a vote whether they wish to be attached to
Germany or to Poland. . . . Germany hereby renounces in
favor of Poland all rights and title over the portion of Ujjper
Silesia lying beyond the frontier line fixed by the Principal
Allied and Associated Powers as the result of the plebiscite.''
Section 4 of the annex to this article specifies and limits very
precisely who the qualified voters are to be.
a. All persons of either sex who have completed their 20th
year.
b. Who were bom in Upper Silesia or were domiciled there
by January 1st, 1919.
c. Or who had lost their domicile by being expelled by the
Crerman authorities.
Clause C enlarges the definition of "inhabitants" by including
the banished inhabitants; they can come back; but not Germans
bom there and emigrated voluntarily. To have meant that all
persons bom in Upper Silesia should vote after completing their
20th year, and then to add an annex describing which persona
should vote there would have been a manifest absurdity.
One would suppose this pretty clear; but the Germans who
had emigrated from Schleswig were allowed to return and vote
APPENDIX A 433
in violation of provisions virtually similar to these, tlie same
provisions, virtually, applied to Allenstein and Marienwerder in
£2ast Prussia (see Article 95), and the treaty was violated in
the same way. When it came to Upper Silesia the precedent
thus established was claimed by Germany and conceded by
the Allies. Germany asserted that Section 4 of the Annex
destroyed the meaning of "inhabitants'^ in Article 88.
This grows more inconceivable when you find, in Section 5,
that "regard will be paid to the wishes of the inhabitants as
shown by the vote" — ^nothing said about emigrrated Germans;
that the report of the commission computes the number of voters
as 1,900,000 — ^which is the number of inhabitants of Upper
Silesia in 1910, according to the Prussian census — ^no question
of emigrants here; and that the German note of May 1919 con-
fines itself to requesting that the right to vote be granted to
"any German subject aged 20 years complete and living in the
plebiscite territory at least a yea/r before the conclusion of the
peace." No question of emigrants here. This request, as the
reader will notice, was granted by clause b of the annex, fixing
January 1st, 1919. What followed is more inconceivable still.
In the summer of 1920, the Allies allowed that emigrated
Germans should vote in Upper Silesia. In the autumn, Mon-
sieur G. Leygues obtained the concession that at least these
Germans should not vote on the same day as the inhabitants.
In January 1921, at the Paris conference^ this concession was
renounced by France. In March the plebiscite took place, and
Germans to the number of r90,000 entered and intimidated the
voters. This election failed utterly in its object, which was to
register the true aspirations of the inhabitants. From March
until August — again in violation of Article 88, which sets one
month after the vote as the term in which frontiers and admin-
istration are to be settled — nothing is settled ; then the Supreme
Council passed the mess it had made to the League of Nations.
Then the League of Nations by its decision awarded Poland
more than was, according to German ideas, satisfactory.
At this the German Cabinet resigned office and took it again
the next day, like something in a comic opera, while the Berlin
papers were remarking, "We must help accelerate the Polish
process of decay," and that Germany was no longer bound by
the Peace Treaty because **it has been grossly violated again!"
Soon the League of Nations confessed itself at a loss, not very
unnaturally. What could it do? It had been founded upon a
theory of human nature rather than on a condition, and con-
sequently rested on sand, which we must hope may slowly
change to rock. Meanwhile, we usually supply sailboats today
with auxiliary power. The sugg^estion of power, during all this
passing back and forth of responsibility, came from quite
another source. General LudendorfF, in a speech he made at
Koenigsberg, indicated his way of settling the question of
Upper Silesia.
"I entertain no doubt," he said, "that the destiny of our
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country will be decided sooner or later by a battle for tiiat land
to our east. When the hour comes remember what won ns our
victory at Tannenberg: — ^the will of our leaders, our faith in
those leaders, onr discipline and courage in the face of death.
The greater onr country's need the more closely shall we rally
round the black, white, and red flag of Prussia. We are proud
of our beloved Prussia; we are, and we wish to be, Prussians.**
Great applause followed these words, the audience gave the
general an ovation. A counter demonstration by sociaUsts was
promptly suppressed.
In May 1922. Poland and Germany agreed to abide for fifteen
years by the decision of the Leagnie of Nations. Will this be
another scrap of paper?
The Treaty of Versailles has had but few readers. During
our presidential campaign in 1920 many friends of the "Le&gne
of Nations reproached me for being a Republican. Not one of
these friends had read the treaty; most of them had never even
seen the outside of it. Yet, perfectly ignorant of its manv
frovisions, unwise and hastily prepared, they wished it ratified,
hope that I have made clear the story of Upper Silesia.
First, early in 1919, it is to be given outright to Poland; next,
a string is tied to this gift by a plebiscite, at which shall
vote only native-bom and residents naturalized before January
1st, 1919, and residents exiled by Grermany; next, contrary to
this signed agrreement, German emigrrants are to vote; next,
these are to vote on a diflferent day from the inhabitants; next,
they are to vote on the same day; finally, 190,000 of them enter
and vote on the same day, and the election is an intimidation and
not free, precisely as Clemenceau told Lloyd Georee it would
be and Lloyd George told Clemenceau he was sure It wouldn't.
Would not a sticking to the treaty have been simpler? This
is not a case of posterity interpreting the vague language of a
document it did not write; it is the departure by the stipulators
from their own specific stipulations. Many a set of politicians
have gone back on a treaty which their predecessors signed;
but never until now have we seen a set of politicians going back
within two years on what they have sigrned themselves; and
this irresponsible levity about a solemn agreement not only
belittles the Allies and encourages Germany in her plan ci
revenge but it insults and impairs the sense of honor of the
entire civilized world.
APPENDIX B
FOCH SPEAKS HIS MIND
On November 7tli> 1920, eiehteep months to a day after the
Treaty of Versailles was delivered to the Germans, Marshal
Foch was on his way to Amiens to decorate the graves of the
Australians who had defended the city for three years, and
saved it in 1918, and had left fifty thousand dead on French soiL
Perhaps it was because he was in the same private car in
whidi the Germans had signed the Armistice almost exactly
two years before, that his companion, M. Jules Sauerwein, a
writer for Le Mating found him in a mood, at first slightly re-
luctant but finally almost without reserve, to talk about the
Armistice. He broke his silence about this and also about two
other matters of historic interest, namely, the circumstances in
which he was made commander-in-chief of the allied armies
after the disaster to the 6th British army in the great spring
drive of 1918, and the tardiness as well as the character of the
peace treaty.
No observer can look at the face of Foch, especially at his
eyes, without perceiving that his is a nature of perfect loyalty
and also that whatever animation may pass over the sui^ace,
he is deeply and finally sad. This comes not alone from the
personal bereavement that he suffered in the war; it is due also,
and possibly even more, to the undoing of his work by the
politicians, which he foresaw but which he was powerless to
prevent.
When the world read his reasons for granting an armistice
at the time they were published — the sparing of human life,
since all was gained without further bloodshed — ^they seemed
adequate. Very few could have known then that the Armistice
was forced upon him against his conviction, and that loyalty
alone prompted him not only to assent openly but also openly
to support the step taken. What he would have done had he
known that no peace would be signed until the following June,
no one can be sure, probably not even he.
To lay the calamity of the Armistice wholly at Mr. Wilson's
door is probably not any more correct than to leave out his in-
fluence altogether. Several causes would seem to have com-
bined, and were alleged then, and later. It was said that the
British Army, after its tremendous and exhausting pursuit,
could have gone no further then; that all the armies haa
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marched so far in advance of their bases of supply as to make
further proeress at that time, or until the spring, impossible;
that every oridge and other link of communication had been
destroyed by the retreating Germans, so that necessary repairs
both in front and in the rear would have delayed an invasion
of Crermany until spring, giving Germany time to entrench
herself formidably; and, finally, that Mr. Wilson, whose 14
points had helped to allay in January a growing socialistic
opposition to carrying on the war in 1918, had by his notes
to Max of Baden in October again revived this opposition to
an extent so widespread that it had to be reckoned with. These
reasons, if true, must have seemed strong in November 1918.
A complete answer to them, however, is to be found in the plan
for the Lorraine offensive to have been launched on November
14th. In the light of that, any threat to withdraw the American
troops would have been by itself enough to have forced the
Armistice; and if such a threat was in fact made, Mr. Wilson's
figure will stand almost as prominent in history as that of the
Kaiser.
Much controversy surrounds the delay in uniting all the
armies under the command of Foch after this had been urged
in high quarters. The conversation between him and Sauerwein
throws some light upon this, but not enough. Foch begins by
expressing weariness of repeating the story of the Armistice,
but as he warms to it, occasionally dropping into colloquialisms
for which it is not easy to find English equivalents, his opinion
of the slump from victory to failure is revealed, as well as his
unhappiness.
^ "What is an armistice? It is a suspension of arms, a cessa-
tion of hostilities, which has for its object the discussion of
peace by putting the governments which have consented to it in
a situation such that they can impose the peace on which they
have decided.
"Has the Armistice which I signed on the 11th of November,
1918, fulfilled its object?
"Yes, since on the 28th of June, after seven months of nego-
tiations, Germany accepted all the conditions of the Allies. I had
said to M. Clemenceau, the President of the Council, 'Here is my
Armistice; you can make any peace you please, I am in a posi-
tion to enforce it.' If the peace has not been good, is it my
fault? I did my work ; it was for the politicians to do theirs.
"I had been thinking the peace over for a long while. By
September 1918 I was writing to M. Clemenceau. I said to
him: 'The end of the war approaches. Send me a member of
our foreign ministry to inform me of the conditions of peace
which you are preparing in order that our armies may occupy
all the regions which should serve as a guaranty for the execu-
tion of the treaty which you will make/
"Mr. Clemenceau replied: 'That is no business of yours.'
"Do you wish me to tell you about the Armistice? It has
been told so often! Very well; I'll tell you that when I saw
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them entering this car, Erzberger and the two others, accom-
panied by a naval officer whose name I have completely for-
gotten, I had a moment of emotion. I said to myself, 'Here is
Germany. Very well, since it is coming to me, I will treat it
as it deserves. It is beaten. I will be stiff, cold, but without
rancor or rudeness.'
''I had reached Rethonde at six in the evening, where my
train was put on a siding. Next morning a train arrived very
slowly, pushed from behind. It was the German train. They
laid a footbridge between the two trains because it was very
muddy. An instant later Weygand entered and told me that
the German plenipotentiaries were at hand. Erzberger comes
first, and presents the others in a fairly indistinct voice. It's
translated. I say: 'Gentlemen, have you your credentials?
We'll examine their validity.' They show me papers signed
by Max of Baden. We consider them satisfactory. I turn to
Erzberger and say to him: 'What do you desire of me?' 'We
have come,' he answers^ 'to receive communications of the con-
ditions on which you wish to make the Armistice.'
"I answer: 'I have no communication to make to you. If
you have any request to present to me, make it.' And he gives
some more explanations. I say to him: 'Do you ask for an
armistice?' He answers me: 'We ask it.' I reply: 'Then I will
inform you through my intermediary upon what conditions the
allied governments consent to grant the Armistice.'
"We sit down in the next car where my officers were.
Admiral Wemyss at my right, Weygand at my left, and opposite
me Erzberger, between Oberdorf and Winterfeldt. Weygand
read them the conditions, which were translated piece by piece.
"I saw them collapse. Winterfeldt was very pale. I even
think he was crying. After the reading, I add at once: 'Gen-
tlemen, I leave this text with you; you have 72 hours to answer
in. During that time you can present me comments of detail.'
"Then Erzberger became piteous. 'Monsieur le mar^chal, I
pray you will not wait for 72 hours. Stop the hostilities to-
day. Our armies are the prey of anarchy; bolshevism threatens
them; this bolshevism may spread over Germany, over all
central Europe, and threaten even France herself.'
"I don't budge. I reply: 'I don't know what condition your
armies are in; I only know the state of my own. Not only can
I not stop the offensive, but I will give the order to push it
with redoubled energy.'
"Then Winterfeldt takes it up. He had notes in front of him
and he had carefully got up his case.
"'It is necessary,' said he to me, 'that our chief s-of -staff
should confer and talk over together all the details of execution.
How can they? How can they communicate if the hostilities
continue? I request you to stop the hostilities.'
"I answered him: 'These technical discussions will be en-
tirely in order in 72 hours. From now until then hostilities
will continue.'
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''They withdrew. As for me, I send an order to all the allied
armiesy a last call to the courage and energy of all. All the
commanders-in-chief returned me an entiiusiastic answer:
'Count on us, we i^all not stop.'
''I skip the three following days. The Germans attempted
submersion, submersion by means of notes. Weygand received
them and transmitted them to me."
Here the marshal with a smile of kindness and recognition
interrupted himself to speak of his colleagues.
'They are" he said to me, ''crack-a-jacks. Ah, how well they
know weir business I And when there was talk of sending
Weygand to Poland, and somebody said that he had never been
in command, I said: 'Don't worry, he'll know what to do.'
"On the evening of the 10th I remind the Germans that they
must sign the next day. They receive a long message from
Hindenburg telling them to sign; but the revolution breaks out
in Berlin, and I tell them: 'Who do you represent now?' They
show me a telegram from President Ebert, a cipher telegram
which was signed '606.' I don't know why. This telegram
satisfied their authorilj,
"During the night of the 10th I didn't sleep much.
"I was resting between midnight and one o'clock, and then
the Germans arrived. I allowed them 5,000 mitrailleuses, and
some camions. That was all. At 5.15 they signed in heavy,
furious handwriting. At seven o'clock I left for Paris.
"At nine I was with M. Clemenceau. He was not particularly
amiable. He was growling. He asked me if I had yielded to
the Germans . • . but no matter about that ... I told him
that at eleven o'clock the cannon must be fired to announce the
end of hostilities. He wanted it to be at four in the afternoon
at the moment he should mount the tribune in the Chamber of
Deputies. I told him that the allied armies had been advised
since the night by my order; that at eleven o'clock the last
shot would be fired, and the whole world would know it.
"On this M. Barthou, M. Neil, and others entered his study
and backed me up. He consented to have the cannon fired at
eleven o'clock.
"I said to him: 'My work is done. Yours begins.'"
Saubrwein: But was it really over, your work? After beat-
ing Germany wasn't it your duty to give advice as to the
peace?
Foch: I don't know if it was my duty^ or rather I believe
it was, and that's what I understood; but I never was given the
right.
"I often saw M. Clemenceau and I sent him three written
notes. But let me tell you the end which will explain the begin-
ning to you. The peace which thev proposed to sigrn — I spoke
to you aoout it at the time — seemed bad to me. I summed it up
thus: neither frontiers nor pledges.
"For the security of France the frontier of the Rhine was
needed, a military frontier, you understand, not a political one.
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For the reparations due France I demanded the occupation
of the left bank of the Rhine until the full compliance with the
treaty was consummated, because in my opinion that was the
only way to secure those reparations.
''In the month of April, the 7th, I think, I was allowed to be
heard at the council of ministers. I had vainly asked to be
heard by the French delegation. They refused me. I recall
that council of ministers. I came there with M. Jules Cambon
and Tardieu. I asked at first if they kept no minutes. It
ai)pears that this was not the custom. Then, as I had com-
mitted my remarks to paper, I g^ve a copy to each minister and
then be^n to speak and develop my tiieme: no guaranties,
no security.
"M. Poincar^ supported me, he alone, I must acknowledge it.
After that they begged me to retire. Going out, I said to M.
Tardieu before M. Cambon:
" 'Some day there will be a High Court to judge us, because
France will never understand how we came to make a failure
out of victory. On that day I want to present myself with a
tranquil conscience and my papers in order.^
"I made one more attempt. It was at the full session of the
6th of May, when thev gave to the allied powers the trea^
which had been finished during the night. The Portuguese, and
others whom I don't recall, protested. Then I got up and de^
veloped my theme once more. They listened, nobody said a
word, and the session rose.
"While they were taking tea in the adjoining room I found
M. Clemenceau and said:
"1 had the honor to ask a question, and I should be glad
of an answer.'
"Then I saw him talk animatedly a moment with M. Wilson
and M. Lloyd George. Then he came back to me and declared:
" 'Our answer is, that there is no answer.'
"I replied:
"'Monsieur the President, I am asking myself if I will ac-
company you tomorrow to Versailles. I find myself facing a
case of conscience, the gravest that I have ever known in my
existence. I repudiate that treaty, and I do not wish to par-
ticipate in the responsibility by sitting beside you.'
"He was not pleased, and urged me to come. In the evening
he sent M. John Dupuy to me, who held a long discourse with
real emotion. Then I> said to myself: 'The Allied governments
are going to present themselves before Germany to impose a
treaty upon her. Is it possible for them to present themselves
without their armies, without the chief of their armies? I
haven't the right. It would be to weaken them in the presence
of the enemy.
"At Versailles I found myself by M. Elotz. When the cere-
mony of delivery was over, I said: 'Monsieur Minister of tiie
Finances of the French Republic, with such a treaty you can
present yourself at the bank of the German Empire and you
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will be paid in fake money/ M. Klotz replied acrimoniously,
That is not my custom/
" *It will be your custom/ I retorted.
''And those are the people/' concluded Marshal Foch, looking
sadly at his pipe, ''those are the people to whom I said:
"'Make what peace you wish. I'll take care that it's per-
formed/ "
Sauerwein: It looks as if the head of our government did
not love you to excess.
Foch: What can you do? I don't know if he liked me, but
he did not show it. I recall a council of war in London, the
14th of March, 1918. I had been nominated commander-in-chief
of the reserve army, which didn't exist much. At that meeting
I asked the English to contribute effectives to this army.
"Marshal Haig declared to me, in the name of the English
Government, which was principally represented by Mr. Lloyd
George, that it was impossible. I was going to answer sharply
when
" 'Be quiet/ said M. Clemenceau vigorously to me, 'I'm speak-
ing in the name of the French Government, and I declare that
I accept Marshal Haigr's answer.'"
Here, writes M. Sauerwein, Foch smiled, and that violent
incident seems to have left not the slightest bitterness.
"I said to myself," continued Foch, "wait. Tomorrow 111
say something. And next day when the council was on the point
of separating, I spoke, and I was not cut short this time. I
declared that a formidable offensive was preparing, and I added
that I knew what allied battles were. I've taken part at the
Marne and in Italy. Here is what the liaisons ought to be
(I said) and here is the way to play team-work, those are the
precautions to be taken, &c., &c. I assure you (I said to them)
that nothing is ready to resist the offensive and that it may
be a disaster.
"They were impressed all the same. And a few days after-
wards at Comoi^gne and Doullens they remembered me. [This
was when Gough's army had been defeated.]
"At Doullens there were Lord Milner, Marshal Haig, M.
Poincar6, M. Clemenceau, M. Loucheur, and General P^tain. I
was not satisfied. From what I could learn. General P^tain
was getting ready to retire on Paris, General Haig to the west.
It was the open door for Germany — ^it was defeat.
"Marshal Haig, supported by Lord Milner, said there must
be a responsible head and unity of command. I was proposed.
"'We can/ said Clemenceau, 'give to Marshal Foch the com-
mand of the armies operating round Amiens.'
"Marshal Haig was the one who opposed this and declared
that there was only one sensible solution, which was to give
me the command of the armies on the w^st front. M. Clemen-
ceau bowed, and it was decided.
"At lunch, which followed, M. Clemenceau said to me:
" 'Well, you have it, the place you wanted!'