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Later on, I hoped to write a book summarizing the +changing social conditions as I had found them. + +Unfortunately for me, my stay was unexpectedly cut short. I was able to +avail myself of but few of the many opportunities offered. With this +apology, the articles are presented as they were written. + +I have given the impression that at the time of my visit there was no +lack of food in England, but I fear that I have not done justice to the +frugality of the people, much of which was self-imposed for the purpose +of helping to win the war. On very, good authority I have been given to +understand that food was less abundant during the winter just past; +partly because of the effect of the severe weather on our American +railroads, which had trouble in getting supplies to the coast, and partly +because more and more ships were required for transporting American +troops and supplies for these troops, to France. This additional +curtailment was most felt by families of small income, whose earners were +at the front or away on other government service. Mothers had great +difficulty in getting adequate nourishment for growing children. But the +British people cheerfully submitted to this further deprivation. Summer +is at hand. It is to be hoped that before another winter sets in, +American and British shipping will have sufficiently increased to remedy +the situation. + +In regard to what I have said of the British army, I was profoundly +struck, as were other visitors to that front, by the health and morale of +the men, by the marvel of organization accomplished in so comparatively +brief a time. It was one of the many proofs of the extent to which the +British nation had been socialized. When one thought of that little band +of regulars sent to France in 1914, who became immortal at Mons, who +shared the glory of the Marne, and in that first dreadful winter held +back the German hosts from the Channel ports, the presence on the battle +line of millions of disciplined and determined men seemed astonishing +indeed. And this had been accomplished by a nation facing the gravest +crisis in its history, under the necessity of sustaining and financing +many allies and of protecting an Empire. Since my return to America a +serious reverse has occurred. + +After the Russian peace, the Germans attempted to overwhelm the British +by hurling against them vastly superior numbers of highly trained men. +It is for the military critic of the future to analyse any tactical +errors that may have been made at the second battle of the Somme. +Apparently there was an absence of preparation, of specific orders from +high sources in the event of having to cede ground. This much can be +said, that the morale of the British Army remains unimpaired; that the +presence of mind and ability of the great majority of the officers who, +flung on their own resources, conducted the retreat, cannot be +questioned; while the accomplishment of General Carey, in stopping the +gap with an improvised force of non-combatants, will go down in history. +In an attempt to bring home to myself, as well as to my readers, a +realization of what American participation in this war means or should +mean. + + + + +A TRAVELLER IN WAR-TIME + +CHAPTER I + +Toward the end of the summer of 1917 it was very hot in New York, and +hotter still aboard the transatlantic liner thrust between the piers. +One glance at our cabins, at the crowded decks and diningroom, at the +little writing-room above, where the ink had congealed in the ink-wells, +sufficed to bring home to us that the days of luxurious sea travel, of +a la carte restaurants, and Louis Seize bedrooms were gone--at least for +a period. The prospect of a voyage of nearly two weeks was not enticing. +The ship, to be sure, was far from being the best of those still running +on a line which had gained a magic reputation of immunity from +submarines; three years ago she carried only second and third class +passengers! But most of us were in a hurry to get to the countries where +war had already become a grim and terrible reality. In one way or +another we had all enlisted. + +By "we" I mean the American passengers. The first welcome discovery +among the crowd wandering aimlessly and somewhat disconsolately about the +decks was the cheerful face of a friend whom at first I did not recognize +because of his amazing disguise in uniform. Hitherto he had been +associated in my mind with dinner parties and clubs. + +That life was past. He had laid up his yacht and joined the Red Cross +and, henceforth, for an indeterminable period, he was to abide amidst the +discomforts and dangers of the Western Front, with five days' leave every +three months. The members of a group similarly attired whom I found +gathered by the after-rail were likewise cheerful. Two well-known +specialists from the Massachusetts General Hospital made significant the +hegira now taking place that threatens to leave our country, like +Britain, almost doctorless. When I reached France it seemed to me that I +met all the celebrated medical men I ever heard of. A third in the group +was a business man from the Middle West who had wound up his affairs and +left a startled family in charge of a trust company. Though his physical +activities had hitherto consisted of an occasional mild game of golf, he +wore his khaki like an old campaigner; and he seemed undaunted by the +prospect--still somewhat remotely ahead of him--of a winter journey +across the Albanian Mountains from the Aegean to the Adriatic. + +After a restless night, we sailed away in the hot dawn of a Wednesday. +The shores of America faded behind us, and as the days went by, we had +the odd sense of threading uncharted seas; we found it more and more +difficult to believe that this empty, lonesome ocean was the Atlantic in +the twentieth century. Once we saw a four-master; once a shy, silent +steamer avoided us, westward bound; and once in mid-ocean, tossed on a +sea sun-silvered under a rack of clouds, we overtook a gallant little +schooner out of New Bedford or Gloucester--a forthfarer, too. + +Meanwhile, amongst the Americans, the socializing process had begun. +Many elements which in a former stratified existence would never have +been brought into contact were fusing by the pressure of a purpose, of a +great adventure common to us all. On the upper deck, high above the +waves, was a little 'fumoir' which, by some odd trick of association, +reminded me of the villa formerly occupied by the Kaiser in Corfu-- +perhaps because of the faience plaques set in the walls--although I +cannot now recall whether the villa has faience plaques or not. The room +was, of course, on the order of a French provincial cafe, and as such +delighted the bourgeoisie monopolizing the alcove tables and joking with +the fat steward. Here in this 'fumoir', lawyers, doctors, business men +of all descriptions, newspaper correspondents, movie photographers, and +millionaires who had never crossed save in a 'cabine de luxe', rubbed +elbows and exchanged views and played bridge together. There were +Y. M. C. A. people on their way to the various camps, reconstruction +workers intending to build temporary homes for the homeless French, +and youngsters in the uniform of the American Field Service, going over +to drive camions and ambulances; many of whom, without undue regret, +had left college after a freshman year. They invaded the 'fumoir', +undaunted, to practise atrocious French on the phlegmatic steward; they +took possession of a protesting piano in the banal little salon and sang: +"We'll not come back till it's over over there." And in the evening, on +the darkened decks, we listened and thrilled to the refrain: + + "There's a long, long trail a-winding + Into the land of my dreams." + +We were Argonauts--even the Red Cross ladies on their way to establish +rest camps behind the lines and brave the mud and rains of a winter in +eastern France. None, indeed, were more imbued with the forthfaring +spirit than these women, who were leaving, without regret, sheltered, +comfortable lives to face hardships and brave dangers without a question. +And no sharper proof of the failure of the old social order to provide +for human instincts and needs could be found than the conviction they +gave of new and vitalizing forces released in them. The timidities with +which their sex is supposedly encumbered had disappeared, and even the +possibility of a disaster at sea held no terrors for them. When the sun +fell down into the warm waters of the Gulf Stream and the cabins below +were sealed--and thus become insupportable--they settled themselves for +the night in their steamer-chairs and smiled at the remark of M. le +Commissaire that it was a good "season" for submarines. The moonlight +filtered through the chinks in the burlap shrouding the deck. About +3 a.m. the khaki-clad lawyer from Milwaukee became communicative, the Red +Cross ladies produced chocolate. It was the genial hour before the final +nap, from which one awoke abruptly at the sound of squeegees and brooms +to find the deck a river of sea water, on whose banks a wild scramble for +slippers and biscuit-boxes invariably ensued. No experience could have +been more socializing. + +"Well, it's a relief," one of the ladies exclaimed, "not to be travelling +with half a dozen trunks and a hat-box! Oh, yes, I realize what I'm +doing. I'm going to live in one of those flimsy portable houses with +twenty cots and no privacy and wear the same clothes for months, but it's +better than thrashing around looking for something to do and never +finding it, never getting anything real to spend one's energy-on. I've +closed my country house, I've sublet my apartment, I've done with teas +and bridge, and I'm happier than I've been in my life even if I don't get +enough sleep." + +Another lady, who looked still young, had two sons in the army. "There +was nothing for me to do but sit around the house and wait, and I want to +be useful. My husband has to stay at home; he can't leave his business." +Be useful! There she struck the new and aggressive note of emancipation +from the restricted self-sacrifice of the old order, of wider service for +the unnamed and the unknown; and, above all, for the wider self- +realization of which service is but a by-product. I recall particularly +among these women a young widow with an eager look in clear grey eyes +that gazed eastward into the unknown with hope renewed. Had she lived a +quarter of a century ago she might have been doomed to slow desiccation. +There are thousands of such women in France today, and to them the great +war has brought salvation. + +From what country other than America could so many thousands of pilgrims +--even before our nation had entered the war--have hurried across a wide +ocean to take their part? No matter what religion we profess, whether it +be Calvinism, or Catholicism, we are individualists, pragmatists, +empiricists for ever. Our faces are set toward strange worlds presently +to rise out of the sea and take on form and colour and substance--worlds +of new aspirations, of new ideas and new values. And on this voyage I +was reminded of Josiah Royce's splendid summary of the American +philosophy--of the American religion as set forth by William James: + + "The spirit of the frontiers-man, of the gold-seeker or the home- + builder transferred to the metaphysical or to the religious realm. + There is a far-off home, our long lost spiritual fortune. + Experience alone can guide us to the place where these things are, + hence indeed you need experience. You can only win your way on the + frontier unless you are willing to live there." + +Through the pall of horror and tragedy the American sees a vision; +for him it is not merely a material and bloody contest of arms and men, +a military victory to be gained over an aggressive and wrong-minded +people. It is a world calamity, indeed, but a calamity, since it has +come, to be spiritualized and utilized for the benefit of the future +society of mankind. It must be made to serve a purpose in helping to +liberate the world from sentimentalism, ignorance, close-mindedness, and +cant. + + + +II + +One night we entered the danger zone. There had been an entertainment in +the little salon which, packed with passengers, had gradually achieved +the temperature and humidity of a Turkish bath. For the ports had been +closed as tight as gaskets could make them, the electric fans, as usual, +obstinately "refused to march." After the amateur speechmaking and +concert pieces an Italian violinist, who had thrown over a lucrative +contract to become a soldier, played exquisitely; and one of the French +sisters we had seen walking the deck with the mincing steps of the +cloister sang; somewhat precariously and pathetically, the Ave Maria. +Its pathos was of the past, and after she had finished, as we fled into +the open air, we were conscious of having turned our backs irrevocably +yet determinedly upon an era whose life and convictions the music of the +composer so beautifully expressed. And the sister's sweet withered face +was reminiscent of a missal, one bright with colour, and still shining +faintly. A missal in a library of modern books! + +On deck a fine rain was blowing through a gap in our burlap shroud, a +phosphorescent fringe of foam hissed along the sides of the ship, giving +the illusory appearance of our deadlights open and ablaze, exaggerating +the sinister blackness of the night. We were, apparently, a beacon in +that sepia waste where modern undersea monsters were lurking. + +There were on board other elements which in the normal times gone by +would have seemed disquieting enough. The evening after we had left New +York, while we were still off the coast of Long Island, I saw on the poop +a crowd of steerage passengers listening intently to harangues by +speakers addressing them from the top of a pile of life rafts. +Armenians, I was told, on their way to fight the Turks, all recruited in +America by one frenzied woman who had seen her child cut in two by a +German officer. Twilight was gathering as I joined the group, the sea +was silvered by the light of an August moon floating serenely between +swaying stays. The orator's passionate words and gestures evoked wild +responses from his hearers, whom the drag of an ancient hatred had +snatched from the peaceful asylum of the west. This smiling, happy folk, +which I had seen in our manufacturing towns and cities, were now +transformed, atavistic--all save one, a student, who stared wistfully +through his spectacles across the waters. Later, when twilight deepened, +when the moon had changed from silver to gold, the orators gave place to +a singer. He had been a bootblack in America. Now he had become a bard. +His plaintive minor chant evoked, one knew not how, the flavour of that +age-long history of oppression and wrong these were now determined to +avenge. Their conventional costumes were proof that we had harboured +them--almost, indeed, assimilated them. And suddenly they had reverted. +They were going to slaughter the Turks. + +On a bright Saturday afternoon we steamed into the wide mouth of the +Gironde, a name stirring vague memories of romance and terror. The +French passengers gazed wistfully at the low-lying strip of sand and +forest, but our uniformed pilgrims crowded the rail and hailed it as the +promised land of self-realization. A richly coloured watering-place slid +into view, as in a moving-picture show. There was, indeed, all the +reality and unreality of the cinematograph about our arrival; presently +the reel would end abruptly, and we should find ourselves pushing our way +out of the emptying theatre into a rainy street. The impression of +unreality in the face of visual evidence persisted into the night when, +after an afternoon at anchor, we glided up the river, our decks and ports +ablaze across the land. Silhouettes of tall poplars loomed against the +blackness; occasionally a lamp revealed the milky blue facade of a house. +This was France! War-torn France--at last vividly brought home to us +when a glare appeared on the sky, growing brighter and brighter until, at +a turn of the river, abruptly we came abreast of vomiting furnaces, +thousands of electric lights strung like beads over the crest of a hill, +and, below these, dim rows of houses, all of a sameness, stretching along +monotonous streets. A munitions town in the night. + +One could have tossed a biscuit on the stone wharfs where the workmen, +crouching over their tasks, straightened up at sight of us and cheered. +And one cried out hoarsely, "Vous venez nous sauver, vous Americains" +--"You come to save us"--an exclamation I was to hear again in the days +that followed. + + + +III + +All day long, as the 'rapide' hurried us through the smiling wine country +and past the well-remembered chateaux of the Loire, we wondered how we +should find Paris--beautiful Paris, saved from violation as by a miracle! +Our first discovery, after we had pushed our way out of the dim station +into the obscurity of the street, was that of the absence of taxicabs. +The horsedrawn buses ranged along the curb were reserved for the +foresighted and privileged few. Men and women were rushing desperately +about in search of conveyances, and in the midst of this confusion, +undismayed, debonnair, I spied a rugged, slouch-hatted figure standing +under a lamp--the unmistakable American soldier. + +"Aren't there any cabs in Paris?" I asked. + +"Oh, yes, they tell me they're here," he said. "I've given a man a +dollar to chase one." + +Evidently one of our millionaire privates who have aroused such burnings +in the heart of the French poilu, with his five sous a day! We left him +there, and staggered across the Seine with our bags. A French officer +approached us. "You come from America," he said. "Let me help you." +There was just enough light in the streets to prevent us from getting +utterly lost, and we recognized the dark mass of the Tuileries as we +crossed the gardens. The hotel we sought was still there, and its menu, +save for the war-bread and the tiny portion of sugar, as irreproachable +as ever. + +The next morning, as if by magic, hundreds of taxis had sprung into +existence, though they were much in demand. And in spite of the soldiers +thronging the sunlit streets, Paris was seemingly the same Paris one had +always known, gay--insouciante, pleasure-bent. The luxury shops appeared +to be thriving, the world-renowned restaurants to be doing business as +usual; to judge from the prices, a little better than usual; the +expensive hotels were full. It is not the real France, of course, yet it +seemed none the less surprising that it should still exist. Oddly enough +the presence of such overwhelming numbers of soldiers should have failed +to strike the note of war, emphasized that of lavishness, of the casting +off of mundane troubles for which the French capital has so long been +known. But so it was. Most of these soldiers were here precisely with +the object of banishing from their minds the degradations and horrors of +the region from which they had come, and which was so unbelievably near; +a few hours in an automobile--less than that in one of those dragon-fly +machines we saw intermittently hovering in the blue above our heads! + +Paris, to most Americans, means that concentrated little district de luxe +of which the Place Vendome is the centre, and we had always unconsciously +thought of it as in the possession of the Anglo-Saxons. So it seems +today. One saw hundreds of French soldiers, of course, in all sorts of +uniforms, from the new grey blue and visor to the traditional cloth +blouse and kepi; once in a while a smart French officer. The English and +Canadians, the Australians, New Zealanders, and Americans were much in +evidence. Set them down anywhere on the face of the globe, under any +conditions conceivable, and you could not surprise them; such was the +impression. The British officers and even the British Tommies were +blase, wearing the air of the 'semaine Anglaise', and the "five o'clock +tea," as the French delight to call it. That these could have come +direct from the purgatory of the trenches seemed unbelievable. The +Anzacs, with looped-up hats, strolled about, enjoying themselves, halting +before the shops in the Rue de la Paix to gaze at the priceless jewellery +there, or stopping at a sidewalk cafe to enjoy a drink. Our soldiers had +not seen the front; many of them, no doubt, were on leave from the +training-camps, others were on duty in Paris, but all seemed in a hurry +to get somewhere, bound for a definite destination. They might have been +in New York or San Francisco. It was a novel sight, indeed, to observe +them striding across the Place Vendome with out so much as deigning to +cast a glance at the column dedicated to the great emperor who fought +that other world-war a century ago; to see our square-shouldered officers +hustling around corners in Ford and Packard automobiles. And the +atmosphere of our communication headquarters was so essentially one of +"getting things done" as to make one forget the mediaeval narrowness of +the Rue Sainte Anne, and the inconvenient French private-dwelling +arrangements of the house. You were transported back to America. Such, +too, was the air of our Red Cross establishment in the ancient building +facing the Palace de la Concorde, where the unfortunate Louis lost his +head. + +History had been thrust into the background. I was never more aware of +this than when, shortly after dawn Wednesday, the massive grey pile of +the Palace of Versailles suddenly rose before me. As the motor shot +through the empty Place d'Armes I made a desperate attempt to summon +again a vivid impression, when I had first stood there many years ago, +of an angry Paris mob beating against that grill, of the Swiss guards +dying on the stairway for their Queen. But it was no use. France has +undergone some subtle change, yet I knew I was in France. I knew it when +we left Paris and sped through the dim leafy tunnels of the Bois; when I +beheld a touch of filtered sunlight on the dense blue thatch of the +'marroniers' behind the walls of a vast estate once dedicated to the +sports and pleasures of Kings; when I caught glimpses of silent chateaux +mirrored in still waters. + +I was on my way, with one of our naval officers, to visit an American +naval base on the western coast. It was France, but the laughter had +died on her lips. A few women and old men and children were to be seen +in the villages, a bent figure in a field, an occasional cart that drew +aside as we hurried at eighty kilometers an hour along deserted routes +drawn as with a ruler across the land. Sometimes the road dipped into a +canyon of poplars, and the sky between their crests was a tiny strip of +mottled blue and white. The sun crept in and out, the clouds cast +shadows on the hills; here and there the tower of lonely church or castle +broke the line of a distant ridge. Morning-glories nodded over lodge +walls where the ivy was turning crimson, and the little gardens were +masses of colours--French colours like that in the beds of the Tuileries, +brick-red geraniums and dahlias, yellow marigolds and purple asters. + +We lunched at one of the little inns that for generations have been +tucked away in the narrow streets of provincial towns; this time a Cheval +Blanc, with an unimposing front and a blaze of sunshine in its heart. +After a dejeuner fit for the most exacting of bon viveurs we sat in that +courtyard and smoked, while an ancient waiter served us with coffee that +dripped through silver percolators into our glasses. The tourists have +fled. "If happily you should come again, monsieur," said madame, as she +led me with pardonable pride through her immaculate bedrooms and salons +with wavy floors. And I dwelt upon a future holiday there, on the joys +of sharing with a friend that historic place. The next afternoon I +lingered in another town, built on a little hill ringed about with +ancient walls, from whose battlements tide-veined marshes stretched away +to a gleaming sea. A figure flitting through the cobbled streets, a +woman in black who sat sewing, sewing in a window, only served to +heighten the impression of emptiness, to give birth to the odd fancy that +some alchemic quality in the honeyed sunlight now steeping it must have +preserved the place through the ages. But in the white close surrounding +the church were signs that life still persisted. A peasant was drawing +water at the pump, and the handle made a noise; a priest chatted with +three French ladies who had come over from a neighbouring seaside resort. +And then a woman in deep mourning emerged from a tiny shop and took her +bicycle from against the wall and spoke to me. + +"Vous etes Americain, monsieur?" + +I acknowledged it. + +"Vous venez nous sauver"--the same question I had heard on the lips of +the workman in the night. "I hope so, madame," I replied, and would have +added, "We come also to save ourselves." She looked at me with sad, +questioning eyes, and I knew that for her--and alas for many like her--we +were too late. When she had mounted her wheel and ridden away I bought a +'Matin' and sat down on a doorstep to read about Kerensky and the Russian +Revolution. The thing seemed incredible here--war seemed incredible, and +yet its tentacles had reached out to this peaceful Old World spot and +taken a heavy toll. Once more I sought the ramparts, only to be reminded +by those crumbling, machicolated ruins that I was in a war-ridden land. +Few generations had escaped the pestilence. + +At no great distance lay the little city which had been handed over to us +by the French Government for a naval base, one of the ports where our +troops and supplies are landed. Those who know provincial France will +visualize its narrow streets and reticent shops, its grey-white and ecru +houses all more or less of the same design, with long French windows +guarded by ornamental balconies of cast iron--a city that has never +experienced such a thing as a real-estate boom. Imagine, against such a +background, the bewildering effect of the dynamic presence of a few +regiments of our new army! It is a curious commentary on this war that +one does not think of these young men as soldiers, but as citizens +engaged in a scientific undertaking of a magnitude unprecedented. You +come unexpectedly upon truck-loads of tanned youngsters, whose features, +despite flannel shirts and campaign hats, summon up memories of Harvard +Square and the Yale Yard, of campuses at Berkeley and Ithaca. The +youthful drivers of these camions are alert, intent, but a hard day's +work on the docks by no means suffices to dampen the spirits of the +passengers, who whistle ragtime airs as they bump over the cobbles. And +the note they strike is presently sustained by a glimpse, on a siding, of +an efficient-looking Baldwin, ranged alongside several of the tiny French +locomotives of yesterday; sustained, too, by an acquaintance with the +young colonel in command of the town. Though an officer of the regular +army, he brings home to one the fact that the days of the military +martinet have gone for ever. He is military, indeed-erect and soldierly +--but fortune has amazingly made him a mayor and an autocrat, a builder, +and in some sense a railway-manager and superintendent of docks. And to +these functions have been added those of police commissioner, of +administrator of social welfare and hygiene. It will be a comfort to +those at home to learn that their sons in our army in France are cared +for as no enlisted men have ever been cared for before. + + + +IV + +By the end of September I had reached England, eager to gain a fresh +impression of conditions there. + +The weather in London was mild and clear. The third evening after I had +got settled in one of those delightfully English hotels in the heart of +the city, yet removed from the traffic, with letter-boxes that still bear +the initials of Victoria, I went to visit some American naval officers in +their sitting-room on the ground floor. The cloth had not been removed +from the dinner-table, around which we were chatting, when a certain +strange sound reached our ears--a sound not to be identified with the +distant roar of the motor-busses in Pall Mall, nor with the sharp bark of +the taxi-horns, although not unlike them. We sat listening intently, and +heard the sound again. + +"The Germans have come," one of the officers remarked, as he finished his +coffee. The other looked at his watch. It was nine o'clock. "They must +have left their lines about seven," he said. + +In spite of the fact that our newspapers at home had made me familiar +with these aeroplane raids, as I sat there, amidst those comfortable +surroundings, the thing seemed absolutely incredible. To fly one hundred +and fifty miles across the Channel and southern England, bomb London, and +fly back again by midnight! We were going to be bombed! The anti- +aircraft guns were already searching the sky for the invaders. It is +sinister, and yet you are seized by an overwhelming curiosity that draws +you, first to pull aside the heavy curtains of the window, and then to +rush out into the dark street both proceedings in the worst possible +form! The little street was deserted, but in Pall Mall the dark forms of +busses could be made out scurrying for shelter, one wondered where? +Above the roar of London, the pop pop pop! of the defending guns could +be heard now almost continuously, followed by the shrieks and moans of +the shrapnel shells as they passed close overhead. They sounded like +giant rockets, and even as rockets some of them broke into a cascade of +sparks. Star shells they are called, bursting, it seemed, among the +immutable stars themselves that burned serenely on. And there were other +stars like November meteors hurrying across space--the lights of the +British planes scouring the heavens for their relentless enemies. +Everywhere the restless white rays of the searchlights pierced the +darkness, seeking, but seeking in vain. Not a sign of the intruders was +to be seen. I was induced to return to the sitting-room. + +"But what are they shooting at?" I asked. + +"Listen," said one of the officers. There came a lull in the firing and +then a faint, droning noise like the humming of insects on a still summer +day. "It's all they have to shoot at, that noise." + +"But their own planes?" I objected. + +"The Gotha has two engines, it has a slightly different noise, when you +get used to it. You'd better step out of that window. It's against the +law to show light, and if a bomb falls in the street you'd be filled with +glass." I overcame my fascination and obeyed. "It isn't only the +bombs," my friend went on, "it's the falling shrapnel, too." + +The noise made by those bombs is unmistakable, unforgetable, and quite +distinct from the chorus of the guns and shrapnel--a crashing note, +reverberating, sustained, like the E minor of some giant calliope. + +In face of the raids, which coincide with the coming of the moon, London +is calm, but naturally indignant over such methods of warfare. The +damage done is ridiculously small; the percentage of deaths and injuries +insignificant. There exists, in every large city, a riffraff to get +panicky: these are mostly foreigners; they seek the Tubes, and some the +crypt of St. Paul's, for it is wise to get under shelter during the brief +period of the raids, and most citizens obey the warnings of the police. +It is odd, indeed, that more people are not hurt by shrapnel. The Friday +following the raid I have described I went out of town for a week-end, +and returned on Tuesday to be informed that a shell had gone through the +roof outside of the room I had vacated, and the ceiling and floor of the +bedroom of one of the officers who lived below. He was covered with dust +and debris, his lights went out, but he calmly stepped through the +window. "You'd best have your dinner early, sir," I was told by the +waiter on my return. "Last night a lady had her soup up-stairs, +her chicken in the office, and her coffee in the cellar." It is worth +while noting that she had all three. Another evening, when I was dining +with Sir James Barrie, he showed me a handful of shrapnel fragments. +"I gathered them off the roof," he informed me. And a lady next to whom +I sat at luncheon told me in a matter-of-fact tone that a bomb had fallen +the night before in the garden of her town house. "It was quite +disagreeable," she said, "and broke all our windows on that side." +During the last raids before the moon disappeared, by a new and ingenious +system of barrage fire the Germans were driven off. The question of the +ethics of reprisals is agitating London. + +One "raid," which occurred at midday, is worth recording. I was on my +way to our Embassy when, in the residential quarter through which I +passed, I found all the housemaids in the areas gazing up at the sky, and +I was told by a man in a grocer's cart that the Huns had come again. But +the invader on this occasion turned out to be a British aviator from one +of the camps who was bringing a message to London. The warmth of his +reception was all that could be desired, and he alighted hastily in the +first open space that presented itself. + +Looking back to the time when I left America, I can recall the +expectation of finding a Britain beginning to show signs of distress. +I was prepared to live on a small ration. And the impression of the +scarcity of food was seemingly confirmed when the table was being set +for the first meal at my hotel; when the waiter, who chanced to be an +old friend, pointed to a little bowl half-full of sugar and exclaimed: +"I ought to warn you, sir, it's all you're to have for a week, and I'm +sorry to say you're only allowed a bit of bread, too." It is human +perversity to want a great deal of bread when bread becomes scarce; even +war bread, which, by the way, is better than white. But the rest of the +luncheon, when it came, proved that John Bull was under no necessity of +stinting himself. Save for wheat and sugar; he is not in want. +Everywhere in London you are confronted by signs of an incomprehensible +prosperity; everywhere, indeed, in Great Britain. There can be no doubt +about that of the wage-earners--nothing like it has ever been seen +before. One sure sign of this is the phenomenal sale of pianos to +households whose occupants had never dreamed of such luxuries. And +not once, but many times, have I read in the newspapers of workingmen's +families of four or five which are gaining collectively more than five +hundred pounds a year. The economic and social significance of this +tendency, the new attitude of the working classes, the ferment it is +causing need not be dwelt upon here. That England will be a changed +England is unquestionable. + +The London theatres are full, the "movies" crowded, and you have to wait +your turn for a seat at a restaurant. Bond Street and Piccadilly are +doing a thriving business--never so thriving, you are told, and presently +you are willing to believe it. The vendor beggars, so familiar a sight a +few years ago, have all but disappeared, and you may walk from Waterloo +Station to the Haymarket without so much as meeting a needy soul anxious +to carry your bag. Taxicabs are in great demand. And one odd result of +the scarcity of what the English are pleased to call "petrol," by which +they mean gasoline, is the reappearance of that respectable, but almost +obsolete animal, the family carriage-horse; of that equally obsolete +vehicle, the victoria. The men on the box are invariably in black. +In spite of taxes to make the hair of an American turn grey, in spite +of lavish charities, the wealthy classes still seem wealthy--if the +expression may be allowed. That they are not so wealthy as they were +goes without saying. In the country houses of the old aristocracy the +most rigid economy prevails. There are new fortunes, undoubtedly, +munitions and war fortunes made before certain measures were taken to +control profits; and some establishments, including a few supported by +American accumulations, still exhibit the number of men servants and +amount of gold plate formerly thought adequate. But in most of these +great houses maids have replaced the butlers and footmen; mansions have +been given over for hospitals; gardeners are fighting in the trenches, +and courts and drives of country places are often overgrown with grass +and weeds. + +"Yes, we do dine in public quite often," said a very great lady. "It's +cheaper than keeping servants." + +Two of her three sons had been killed in France, but she did not mention +this. The English do not advertise their sorrows. Still another +explanation when husbands and sons and brothers come back across the +Channel for a few days' leave after long months in the trenches, nothing +is too good for them. And when these days have flown, there is always +the possibility that there may never be another leave. Not long ago I +read a heart-rending article about the tragedies of the goodbyes in the +stations and the terminal hotels--tragedies hidden by silence and a +smile. "Well, so long," says an officer "bring back a V. C.," cries +his sister from the group on the platform, and he waves his hand in +deprecation as the train pulls out, lights his pipe, and pretends +to be reading the Sphere. + +Some evening, perchance, you happen to be in the dark street outside of +Charing Cross station. An occasional hooded lamp throws a precarious +gleam on a long line of men carrying--so gently--stretchers on which lie +the silent forms of rich and poor alike. + + + + +CHAPTER II + +For the student of history who is able to place himself within the stream +of evolution the really important events of today are not taking place on +the battle lines, but behind them. The key-note of the new era has been +struck in Russia. And as I write these words, after the Italian retreat, +a second revolution seems possible. For three years one has thought +inevitably of 1789, and of the ensuing world conflict out of which +issued the beginnings of democracy. History does not repeat itself, +yet evolution is fairly consistent. While our attention has been focused +on the military drama enacted before our eyes and recorded in the +newspapers, another drama, unpremeditated but of vastly greater +significance, is unfolding itself behind the stage. Never in the history +of the world were generals and admirals, statesmen and politicians so +sensitive to or concerned about public opinion as they are today. +From a military point of view the situation of the Allies at the present +writing is far from reassuring. Germany and her associates have the +advantage of interior lines, of a single dominating and purposeful +leadership, while our five big nations, democracies or semi-democracies, +are stretched in a huge ring with precarious connections on land, with +the submarine alert on the sea. Much of their territory is occupied. +They did not seek the war; they still lack co-ordination and leadership +in waging it. In some of these countries, at least, politicians and +statesmen are so absorbed by administrative duties, by national rather +than international problems, by the effort to sustain themselves, that +they have little time for allied strategy. Governments rise and fall, +familiar names and reputations are juggled about like numbered balls in a +shaker, come to the top to be submerged again in a new 'emeute'. There +are conferences and conferences without end. Meanwhile a social ferment +is at work, in Russia conspicuously, in Italy a little less so, in +Germany and Austria undoubtedly, in France and England, and even in our +own country--once of the most radical in the world, now become the most +conservative. + +What form will the social revolution take? Will it be unbridled, +unguided; will it run through a long period of anarchy before the +fermentation begun shall have been completed, or shall it be handled, in +all the nations concerned, by leaders who understand and sympathize with +the evolutionary trend, who are capable of controlling it, of taking the +necessary international steps of co-operation in order that it may become +secure and mutually beneficial to all? This is an age of co-operation, +and in this at least, if not in other matters, the United States of +America is in an ideal position to assume the leadership. + +To a certain extent, one is not prepared to say how far, the military and +social crises are interdependent. And undoubtedly the military problem +rests on the suppression of the submarine. If Germany continues to +destroy shipping on the seas, if we are not able to supply our new armies +and the Allied nations with food and other things, the increasing social +ferment will paralyze the military operations of the Entente. The result +of a German victory under such circumstances is impossible to predict; +but the chances are certainly not worth running. In a, sense, therefore, +in a great sense, the situation is "up" to us in more ways than one, not +only to supply wise democratic leadership but to contribute material aid +and brains in suppressing the submarine, and to build ships enough to +keep Britain, France, and Italy from starving. We are looked upon by all +the Allies, and I believe justly, as being a disinterested nation, free +from the age-long jealousies of Europe. And we can do much in bringing +together and making more purposeful the various elements represented by +the nations to whose aid we have come. + +I had not intended in these early papers to comment, but to confine +myself to such of my experiences abroad as might prove interesting and +somewhat illuminating. So much I cannot refrain from saying. + +It is a pleasure to praise where praise is due, and too much cannot be +said of the personnel of our naval service--something of which I can +speak from intimate personal experience. In these days, in that part of +London near the Admiralty, you may chance to run across a tall, erect, +and broad-shouldered man in blue uniform with three stars on his collar, +striding rapidly along the sidewalk, and sometimes, in his haste, cutting +across a street. People smile at him--costermongers, clerks, and +shoppers--and whisper among themselves, "There goes the American +admiral!" and he invariably smiles back at them, especially at the +children. He is an admiral, every inch a seaman, commanding a devoted +loyalty from his staff and from the young men who are scouring the seas +with our destroyers. In France as well as in England the name Sims is a +household word, and if he chose he might be feted every day of the week. +He does not choose. He spends long hours instead in the quarters devoted +to his administration in Grosvenor Gardens, or in travelling in France +and Ireland supervising the growing forces under his command. + +It may not be out of place to relate a characteristic story of Admiral +Sims, whose career in our service, whose notable contributions to naval +gunnery are too well known to need repetition. Several years ago, on a +memorable trip to England, he was designated by the admiral of the fleet +to be present at a banquet given our sailors in the Guildhall. Of course +the lord mayor called upon him for a speech, but Commander Sims insisted +that a bluejacket should make the address. "What, a bluejacket!" +exclaimed the lord mayor in astonishment. "Do bluejackets make speeches +in your country?" "Certainly they do," said Sims. "Now there's a fine- +looking man over there, a quartermaster on my ship. Let's call on him +and see what he has to say." The quartermaster, duly summoned, rose with +aplomb and delivered himself of a speech that made the hall ring, that +formed the subject of a puzzled and amazed comment by the newspapers of +the British Capital. Nor was it ever divulged that Commander Sims had +foreseen the occasion and had picked out the impressive quartermaster to +make a reputation for oratory for the enlisted force. + +As a matter of fact, it is no exaggeration to add that there were and are +other non-commissioned officers and enlisted men in the service who could +have acquitted themselves equally well. One has only to attend some of +their theatrical performances to be assured of it. + +But to the European mind our bluejacket is still something of an anomaly. +He is a credit to our public schools, a fruit of our system of universal +education. And he belongs to a service in which are reconciled, +paradoxically, democracy and discipline. One moment you may hear a +bluejacket talking to an officer as man to man, and the next you will +see him salute and obey an order implicitly. + +On a wet and smoky night I went from the London streets into the +brightness and warmth of that refuge for American soldiers and sailors, +the "Eagle Hut," as the Y. M. C. A. is called. The place was full, as +usual, but my glance was at once attracted by three strapping, +intelligent-looking men in sailor blouses playing pool in a corner. +"I simply can't get used to the fact that people like that are ordinary +sailors," said the lady in charge to me as we leaned against the soda- +fountain. "They're a continual pride and delight to us Americans here-- +always so willing to help when there's anything to be done, and so +interesting to talk to." When I suggested that her ideas of the navy +must have been derived from Pinafore she laughed. "I can't imagine +using a cat-o'-nine-tails on them!" she exclaimed--and neither could I. +I heard many similar comments. They are indubitably American, these +sailors, youngsters with the stamp of our environment on their features, +keen and self-reliant. I am not speaking now only of those who have +enlisted since the war, but of those others, largely from the small towns +and villages of our Middle West, who in the past dozen years or so have +been recruited by an interesting and scientific system which is the +result of the genius of our naval recruiting officers. In the files at +Washington may be seen, carefully tabulated, the several reasons for +their enlisting. Some have "friends in the service"; others wish to +"perfect themselves in a trade," to "complete their education" or +"see the world"--our adventurous spirit. And they are seeing it. +They are also engaged in the most exciting and adventurous sport--with +the exception of aerial warfare ever devised or developed--that of +hunting down in all weathers over the wide spaces of the Atlantic those +modern sea monsters that prey upon the Allied shipping. For the +superdreadnought is reposing behind the nets, the battle-cruiser +ignominiously laying mines; and for the present at least, until some +wizard shall invent a more effective method of annihilation, victory +over Germany depends primarily on the airplane and the destroyer. +At three o'clock one morning I stood on the crowded deck of an Irish +mail-boat watching the full moon riding over Holyhead Mountain and +shimmering on the Irish Sea. A few hours later, in the early light, +I saw the green hills of Killarney against a washed and clearing sky, +the mud-flats beside the railway shining like purple enamel. All the +forenoon, in the train, I travelled through a country bathed in +translucent colours, a country of green pastures dotted over with white +sheep, of banked hedges and perfect trees, of shadowy blue hills in the +high distance. It reminded one of nothing so much as a stained-glass- +window depicting some delectable land of plenty and peace. And it was +Ireland! When at length I arrived at the station of the port for which I +was bound, and which the censor does not permit me to name, I caught +sight of the figure of our Admiral on the platform; and the fact that I +was in Ireland and not in Emmanuel's Land was brought home to me by the +jolting drive we took on an "outside car," the admiral perched +precariously over one wheel and I over the other. Winding up the hill +by narrow roads, we reached the gates of the Admiralty House. + +The house sits, as it were, in the emperor's seat of the amphitheatre +of the town, overlooking the panorama of a perfect harbour. A ring of +emerald hills is broken by a little gap to seaward, and in the centre is +a miniature emerald isle. The ships lying at anchor seemed like +children's boats in a pond. To the right, where a river empties in, were +scattered groups of queer, rakish craft, each with four slanting pipes +and a tiny flag floating from her halyards; a flag--as the binoculars +revealed--of crimson bars and stars on a field of blue. These were our +American destroyers. And in the midst of them, swinging to the tide, +were the big "mother ships" we have sent over to nurse them when, after +many days and nights of hazardous work at sea, they have brought their +flock of transports and merchantmen safely to port. This "mothering" by +repair-ships which are merely huge machine-shops afloat--this trick of +keeping destroyers tuned up and constantly ready for service has inspired +much favourable comment from our allies in the British service. It is an +instance of our national adaptability, learned from an experience on long +coasts where navy-yards are not too handy. Few landsmen understand how +delicate an instrument the destroyer is. + +A service so hazardous, demanding as it does such qualities as the +ability to make instantaneous decisions and powers of mental and physical +endurance, a service so irresistibly attractive to the young and +adventurous, produces a type of officer quite unmistakable. The day I +arrived in London from France, seeking a characteristically English meal, +I went to Simpson's in the Strand, where I found myself seated by the +side of two very junior officers of the British navy. It appeared that +they were celebrating what was left of a precious leave. At a +neighbouring table they spied two of our officers, almost equally +youthful. "Let's have 'em over," suggested one of the Britishers; and +they were "had" over; he raised his glass. "Here's how--as you say in +America!" he exclaimed. "You destroyer chaps are certainly top hole." +And then he added, with a blush, "I say, I hope you don't think I'm +cheeking you!" + +I saw them afloat, I saw them coming ashore in that Irish port, these +young destroyer captains, after five wakeful nights at sea, weather- +bitten, clear-eyed, trained down to the last ounce. One, with whom I had +played golf on the New England hills, carried his clubs in his hand and +invited me to have a game with him. Another, who apologized for not +being dressed at noon on Sunday--he had made the harbour at three that +morning!--was taking his racquet out of its case, preparing to spend the +afternoon on the hospitable courts of Admiralty House with a fellow +captain and two British officers. He was ashamed of his late rising, +but when it was suggested that some sleep was necessary he explained +that, on the trip just ended, it wasn't only the submarines that kept him +awake. "When these craft get jumping about in a seaway you can't sleep +even if you want to." He who has had experience with them knows the +truth of this remark. Incidentally, though he did not mention it, this +young captain was one of three who had been recommended by the British +admiral to his government for the Distinguished Service Order. The +captain's report, which I read, is terse, and needs to be visualized. +There is simply a statement of the latitude and longitude, the time of +day, the fact that the wave of a periscope was sighted at 1,500 yards by +the quartermaster first class on duty; general quarters rung, the +executive officer signals full speed ahead, the commanding officer +takes charge and manoeuvres for position--and then something happens +which the censor may be fussy about mentioning. At any rate, oil and +other things rise to the surface of the sea, and the Germans are minus +another submarine. The chief machinist's mate, however, comes in for +special mention. It seems that he ignored the ladder and literally fell +down the hatch, dislocating his shoulder but getting the throttle wide +open within five seconds! + +In this town, facing the sea, is a street lined with quaint houses +painted in yellows and browns and greens, and under each house the kind +of a shop that brings back to the middleaged delectable memories of +extreme youth and nickels to spend. Up and down that street on a bright +Saturday afternoon may be seen our Middle-Western jackies chumming with +the British sailors and Tommies, or flirting with the Irish girls, or +gazing through the little panes of the show-windows, whose enterprising +proprietors have imported from the States a popular brand of chewing-gum +to make us feel more at home. In one of these shops, where I went to +choose a picture post-card, I caught sight of an artistic display of a +delicacy I had thought long obsolete--the everlasting gum-drop. But when +I produced a shilling the shopkeeper shook his head. "Sure, every day +the sailors are wanting to buy them of me, but it's for ornament I'm +keeping them," he said. "There's no more to be had till the war will be +over. Eight years they're here now, and you wouldn't get a tooth in +them, sir! "So I wandered out again, joined the admiral, and inspected +the Bluejackets' Club by the water's edge. Nothing one sees, perhaps, is +so eloquent of the change that has taken place in the life and fabric of +our navy. If you are an enlisted man, here in this commodious group of +buildings you can get a good shore meal and entertain your friends among +the Allies, you may sleep in a real bed, instead of a hammock, you may +play pool, or see a moving-picture show, or witness a vaudeville worthy +of professionals, like that recently given in honour of the visit of the +admiral of our Atlantic fleet. A band of thirty pieces furnished the +music, and in the opinion of the jackies one feature alone was lacking +to make the entertainment a complete success--the new drop-curtain had +failed to arrive from London. I happened to be present when this curtain +was first unrolled, and beheld spread out before me a most realistic +presentation of "little old New York," seen from the North River, +towering against blue American skies. And though I have never been +overfond of New York, that curtain in that place gave me a sensation! + +Such is the life of our officers and sailors in these strange times that +have descended upon us. Five to eight days of vigilance, of hardship and +danger--in short, of war--and then three days of relaxation and enjoyment +in clubs, on golf-courses and tennis-courts, barring the time it takes to +clean ship and paint. There need be no fear that the war will be +neglected. It is eminently safe to declare that our service will +be true to its traditions. + + + +III + +"Dogged does it" ought to be added to "Dieu et mon droit" and other +devices of England. On a day when I was lunching with Mr. Lloyd George +in the dining-room at 10 Downing Street that looks out over the Horse +Guards' Parade, the present premier, with a characteristic gesture, flung +out his hand toward the portrait of a young man in the panel over the +mantel. It was of the younger Pitt, who had taken his meals and drunk +his port in this very room in that other great war a hundred years ago. +The news of Austerlitz, brought to him during his illness, is said to +have killed him. But England, undismayed, fought on for a decade, and +won. Mr. Lloyd George, in spite of burdens even heavier than Pitt's, +happily retains his health; and his is the indomitable spirit +characteristic of the new Britain as well as of the old. For it is a new +Britain one sees. Mr. Lloyd George is prime minister of a transformed +Britain, a Britain modernized and democratized. Like the Englishman who, +when he first witnessed a performance of "Uncle Tom's Cabin," cried out, +"How very unlike the home life of our dear Queen!" the American who +lunches in Downing Street is inclined to exclaim: "How different from +Lord North and Palmerston!" We have, I fear, been too long accustomed to +interpret Britain in terms of these two ministers and of what they +represented to us of the rule of a George the Third or of an inimical +aristocracy. Three out of the five men who form the war cabinet of +an empire are of what would once have been termed an "humble origin." +One was, if I am not mistaken, born in Nova Scotia. General Smuts, +unofficially associated with this council, not many years ago was in arms +against Britain in South Africa, and the prime minister himself is the +son of a Welsh tailor. A situation that should mollify the most exacting +and implacable of our anti-British democrats! + +I listened to many speeches and explanations of the prejudice that +existed in the mind of the dyed-in-the-wool American against England, +and the reason most frequently given was the "school-book" reason; +our histories kept the feeling alive. Now; there is no doubt that the +histories out of which we were taught made what psychologists would call +"action patterns," or "complexes," in our brains, just as the school- +books have made similar complexes in the brains of German children and +prepared them for this war. But, after all, there was a certain animus +behind the histories. Boiled down, the sentiment was one against the +rule of a hereditary aristocracy, and our forefathers had it long before +the separation took place. The Middle-Western farmer has no prejudice +against France, because France is a republic. The French are lovable, +and worthy of all the sympathy and affection we can give them. But +Britain is still nominally a monarchy; and our patriot thinks of its +people very much as the cowboy used to regard citizens of New York. They +all lived on Fifth Avenue. For the cowboy, the residents of the dreary +side streets simply did not exist. We have been wont to think of all the +British as aristocrats, while they have returned the compliment by +visualizing all Americans as plutocrats--despite the fact that one-tenth +of our population is said to own nine-tenths of all our wealth! + +But the war will change that, is already changing it. + +'Tout comprendre c'est tout pardonner'. We have been soaked in the same +common law, literature, and traditions of liberty--or of chaos, as one +likes. Whether we all be of British origin or not, it is the mind that +makes the true patriot; and there is no American so dead as not to feel a +thrill when he first sets foot on British soil. Our school-teachers felt +it when they began to travel some twenty years ago, and the thousands of +our soldiers who pass through on their way to France are feeling it +today, and writing home about it. Our soldiers and sailors are being +cared for and entertained in England just as they would be cared for and +entertained at home. So are their offcers. Not long ago one of the +finest town houses in London was donated by the owner for an American +officers' club, the funds were raised by contributions from British +officers, and the club was inaugurated by the King and Queen--and Admiral +Sims. Hospitality and good-will have gone much further than this. Any +one who knows London will understand the sacredness of those private +squares, surrounded by proprietary residences, where every tree and every +blade of grass has been jealously guarded from intrusion for a century or +more. And of all these squares that of St. James's is perhaps the most +exclusive, and yet it is precisely in St. James's there is to be built +the first of those hotels designed primarily for the benefit of American +officers, where they can get a good room for five shillings a night and +breakfast at a reasonable price. One has only to sample the war-time +prices of certain hostelries to appreciate the value of this. + + +On the first of four unforgettable days during which I was a guest behind +the British lines in France the officer who was my guide stopped the +motor in the street of an old village, beside a courtyard surrounded +by ancient barns. + +"There are some of your Americans," he remarked. + +I had recognized them, not by their uniforms but by their type. Despite +their costumes, which were negligible, they were eloquent of college +campuses in every one of our eight and forty States, lean, thin-hipped, +alert. The persistent rains had ceased, a dazzling sunlight made that +beautiful countryside as bright as a coloured picture post-card, but a +riotous cold gale was blowing; yet all wore cotton trousers that left +their knees as bare as Highlanders' kilts. Above these some had an +sweaters, others brown khaki tunics, from which I gathered that they +belonged to the officers' training corps. They were drawn up on two +lines facing each other with fixed bayonets, a grim look on their faces +that would certainly have put any Hun to flight. Between the files stood +an unmistakable gipling sergeant with a crimson face and a bristling +little chestnut moustache, talking like a machine gun. + +"Now, then, not too lidylike!--there's a Bosch in front of you! Run 'im +through! Now, then!" + +The lines surged forward, out went the bayonets, first the long thrust +and then the short, and then a man's gun was seized and by a swift +backward twist of the arm he was made helpless. + +"Do you feel it?" asked the officer, as he turned to me. I did. +"Up and down your spine," he added, and I nodded. "Those chaps will do," +he said. He had been through that terrible battle of the Somme, and he +knew. So had the sergeant. + +Presently came a resting-spell. One of the squad approached me, whom I +recognized as a young man I had met in the Harvard Union. + +"If you write about this," he said, "just tell our people that we're +going to take that sergeant home with us when the war's over. He's too +good to lose." + + + +IV + +It is trite to observe that democracies are organized--if, indeed, they +are organized at all--not for war but for peace. And nowhere is this +fact more apparent than in Britain. Even while the war is in progress +has that internal democratic process of evolution been going on, +presaging profound changes in the social fabric. And these changes must +be dealt with by statesmen, must be guided with one hand while the war is +being prosecuted with the other. The task is colossal. In no previous +war have the British given more striking proof of their inherent quality +of doggedness. Greatness, as Confucius said, does not consist in never +falling, but in rising every time you fall. The British speak with +appalling frankness of their blunders. They are fighting, indeed, for +the privilege of making blunders--since out of blunders arise new truths +and discoveries not contemplated in German philosophy. + +America must now contribute what Britain and France, with all their +energies and resources and determination, have hitherto been unable to +contribute. It must not be men, money, and material alone, but some +quality that America has had in herself during her century and a half of +independent self-realization. Mr. Chesterton, in writing about the +American Revolution, observes that the real case for the colonists is +that they felt that they could be something which England would not help +them to be. It is, in fact, the only case for separation. What may be +called the English tradition of democracy, which we inherit, grows +through conflicts and differences, through experiments and failures and +successes, toward an intellectualized unity,--experiments by states, +experiments by individuals, a widely spread development, and new +contributions to the whole. + +Democracy has arrived at the stage when it is ceasing to be national and +selfish. + +It must be said of England, in her treatment of her colonies subsequent +to our Revolution, that she took this greatest of all her national +blunders to heart. As a result, Canada and Australia and New Zealand +have sent their sons across the seas to fight for an empire that refrains +from coercion; while, thanks to the policy of the British Liberals--which +was the expression of the sentiment of the British nation--we have the +spectacle today of a Botha and a Smuts fighting under the Union Jack. + +And how about Ireland? England has blundered there, and she admits it +freely. They exist in England who cry out for the coercion of Ireland, +and who at times have almost had their way. But to do this, of course, +would be a surrender to the German contentions, an acknowledgment of the +wisdom of the German methods against which she is protesting with all her +might. Democracy, apparently, must blunder on until that question too, +is solved. + + + +V + +Many of those picturesque features of the older England, that stir us by +their beauty and by the sense of stability and permanence they convey, +will no doubt disappear or be transformed. I am thinking of the great +estates, some of which date from Norman times; I am thinking of the +aristocracy, which we Americans repudiated in order to set up a +plutocracy instead. Let us hope that what is fine in it will be +preserved, for there is much. By the theory of the British constitution +--that unwritten but very real document--in return for honours, +emoluments, and titles, the burden of government has hitherto been +thrown on a class. Nor can it be said that they have been untrue to +their responsibility. That class developed a tradition and held fast to +it; and they had a foreign policy that guided England through centuries +of greatness. Democracy too must have a foreign policy, a tradition of +service; a trained if not hereditary group to guide it through troubled +waters. Even in an intelligent community there must be leadership. And, +if the world will no longer tolerate the old theories, a tribute may at +least be paid to those who from conviction upheld them; who ruled, +perhaps in affluence, yet were also willing to toil and, if need be, +to die for the privilege. + +One Saturday afternoon, after watching for a while the boys playing fives +and football and romping over the green lawns at Eton, on my way to the +head master's rooms I paused in one of the ancient quads. My eye had +been caught by a long column of names posted there, printed in heavy +black letters. 'Etona non, immemora'! Every week many new names are +added to those columns. On the walls of the chapel and in other quads +and passages may be found tablets and inscriptions in memory of those who +have died for England and the empire in by-gone wars. I am told that the +proportion of Etonians of killed to wounded is greater than that of any +other public school--which is saying a great deal. They go back across +the channel and back again until their names appear on the last and +highest honour list of the school and nation. + +In one of the hospitals I visited lay a wounded giant who had once been +a truckman in a little town in Kent. Incidentally, in common with his +neighbours, he had taken no interest in the war, which had seemed as +remote to him as though he had lived in North Dakota. One day a Zeppelin +dropped a bomb on that village, whereupon the able-bodied males enlisted +to a man, and he with them. A subaltern in his company was an Eton boy. +"We just couldn't think of 'im as an orficer, sir; in the camps 'e used +to play with us like a child. And then we went to France. And one night +when we was wet to the skin and the Boschs was droppin' shell all around +us we got the word. It was him leaped over the top first of all, +shouting back at us to come on. He tumbled right back and died in my +arms, 'e did, as I was climbin' up after 'im. I shan't ever forget 'im." + +As you travel about in these days you become conscious, among the people +you meet, of a certain bewilderment. A static world and a static order +are dissolving; and in England that order was so static as to make the +present spectacle the more surprising. Signs of the disintegration of +the old social strata were not lacking, indeed, in the earlier years of +the twentieth century, when labour members and north-country radicals +began to invade parliament; but the cataclysm of this war has accelerated +the process. In the muddy trenches of Flanders and France a new +comradeship has sprung up between officers and Tommies, while time- +honoured precedent has been broken by the necessity of giving thousands +of commissions to men of merit who do not belong to the "officer caste." +At the Haymarket Theatre I saw a fashionable audience wildly applaud a +play in which the local tailor becomes a major-general and returns home +to marry the daughter of the lord of a mayor whose clothes he used to cut +before the war. + +"The age of great adventure," were the words used by Mr. H. G. Wells to +describe this epoch as we discussed it. And a large proportion of the +descendants of those who have governed England for centuries are +apparently imbued with the spirit of this adventure, even though it may +spell the end of their exclusive rule. As significant of the social +mingling of elements which in the past never exchanged ideas or points +of view I shall describe a week-end party at a large country house of +Liberal complexion; on the Thames. I have reason to believe it fairly +typical. The owner of this estate holds an important position in the +Foreign Office, and the hostess has, by her wit and intelligent grasp of +affairs, made an enviable place for herself. On her right, at luncheon +on Sunday, was a labour leader, the head of one of the most powerful +unions in Britain, and next him sat a member of one of the oldest of +England's titled families. The two were on terms of Christian names. +The group included two or three women, a sculptor and an educator, +another Foreign Office official who has made a reputation since the +beginning of the war, and finally an employer of labour, the chairman of +the biggest shipbuilding company in England. + +That a company presenting such a variety of interests should have been +brought together in the frescoed dining-room of that particular house is +noteworthy. + +The thing could happen nowhere save in the England of today. At first +the talk was general, ranging over a number of subjects from that of the +personality of certain politicians to the conduct of the war and the +disturbing problem raised by the "conscientious objector"; little by +little, however, the rest of us became silent, to listen to a debate +which had begun between the labour leader and the ship-builder on the +"labour question." It is not my purpose here to record what they said. +Needless to add that they did not wholly agree, but they were much nearer +to agreement than one would have thought possible. What was interesting +was the open-mindedness with which, on both sides, the argument was +conducted, and the fact that it could seriously take place then and +there. For the subject of it had long been the supreme problem in the +lives of both these men, their feelings concerning it must at times have +been tinged with bitterness, yet they spoke with courtesy and restraint, +and though each maintained his contentions he was quick to acknowledge a +point made by the other. As one listened one was led to hope that a +happier day is perhaps at hand when such things as "complexes" and +convictions will disappear. + +The types of these two were in striking contrast. The labour leader was +stocky, chestnut-coloured, vital, possessing the bulldog quality of the +British self-made man combined with a natural wit, sharpened in the +arena, that often startled the company into an appreciative laughter. +The ship-builder, on the other hand, was one of those spare and hard +Englishmen whom no amount of business cares will induce to neglect the +exercise of his body, the obligation at all times to keep "fit"; square- +rigged, as it were, with a lean face and a wide moustache accentuating +a square chin. Occasionally a gleam of humour, a ray of idealism, +lighted his practical grey eyes. Each of these two had managed rather +marvellously to triumph over early training by self-education: the labour +leader, who had had his first lessons in life from injustices and hard +knocks; and the ship-builder, who had overcome the handicap of the +public-school tradition and of Manchester economics. + +"Yes, titles and fortunes must go," remarked our hostess with a smile as +she rose from the table and led the way out on the sunny, stone-flagged +terrace. Below us was a wide parterre whose flower-beds, laid out by a +celebrated landscape-gardener in the days of the Stuarts, were filled +with vegetables. The day was like our New England Indian summerthough +the trees were still heavy with leaves--and a gossamer-blue veil of haze +stained the hills between which the shining river ran. If the social +revolution, or evolution, takes place, one wonders what will become of +this long-cherished beauty. + +I venture to dwell upon one more experience of that week-end party. The +Friday evening of my arrival I was met at the station, not by a limousine +with a chauffeur and footman, but by a young woman with a taxicab--one of +the many reminders that a war is going on. London had been reeking in a +green-yellow fog, but here the mist was white, and through it I caught +glimpses of the silhouettes of stately trees in a park, and presently saw +the great house with its clock-tower looming up before me. A fire was +crackling in the hall, and before it my hostess was conversing amusedly +with a well-known sculptor--a sculptor typical of these renaissance +times, large, full-blooded, with vigorous opinions on all sorts of +matters. + +"A lecturer is coming down from London to talk to the wounded in the +amusement-hall of the hospital," our hostess informed us. "And you both +must come and speak too." + +The three of us got into the only motor of which the establishment now +boasts, a little runabout using a minimum of "petrol," and she guided us +rapidly by devious roads through the fog until a blur of light proclaimed +the presence of a building, one of some score or more built on the golf- +course by the British Government. I have not space hereto describe that +hospital, which is one of the best in England; but it must be observed +that its excellence and the happiness of its inmates are almost wholly +due to the efforts of the lady who now conducted us across the stage of +the amusement-hall, where all the convalescents who could walk or who +could be rolled thither in chairs were gathered. The lecturer had not +arrived. But the lady of the manor seated herself at the speaker's +table, singling out Scotch wits in the audience--for whom she was more +than a match--while the sculptor and I looked on and grinned and resisted +her blandishments to make speeches. When at last the lecturer came he +sat down informally on the table with one foot hanging in the air and +grinned, too, at her bantering but complimentary introduction. It was +then I discovered for the first time that he was one of the best +educational experts of that interesting branch of the British Government, +the Department of Reconstruction, whose business it is to teach the +convalescents the elements of social and political science. This was not +to be a lecture, he told them, but a debate in which every man must take +a part. And his first startling question was this: + +"Why should Mr. Lloyd George, instead of getting five thousand pounds a +year for his services as prime minister, receive any more than a common +labourer?" + +The question was a poser. The speaker folded his hands and beamed down +at them; he seemed fairly to radiate benignity. + +"Now we mustn't be afraid of him, just because he seems to be +intelligent," declared our hostess. This sally was greeted with +spasmodic laughter. Her eyes flitted from bench to bench, yet met +nothing save averted glances. "Jock! Where are you, Jock? Why don't +you speak up?--you've never been downed before." + +More laughter, and craning of necks for the Jocks. This appeared to be +her generic name for the vita. But the Jocks remained obdurately modest. +The prolonged silence did not seem in the least painful to the lecturer, +who thrust his hand in his pocket and continued to beam. He had learned +how to wait. And at last his patience was rewarded. A middleaged +soldier with a very serious manner arose hesitatingly, with encouraging +noises from his comrades. + +"It's not Mr. Lloyd George I'm worrying about, sir," he said, "all I +wants is enough for the missus and me. I had trouble to get that before +the war." + +Cries of "Hear! Hear!" + +"Why did you have trouble?" inquired the lecturer mildly. + +"The wages was too low." + +"And why were the wages too low?" + +"You've got me there. I hadn't thought." + +"But isn't it your business as a voter to think?" asked the lecturer. +"That's why the government is sending me here, to start you to thinking, +to remind you that it is you soldiers who will have to take charge of +this country and run it after the war is over. And you won't be able to +do that unless you think, and think straight." + +"We've never been taught to think," was the illuminating reply. + +"And if we do think we've never been educated to express ourselves, same +as you!" shouted another man, in whom excitement had overcome timidity. + +"I'm here to help you educate yourselves," said the lecturer. "But first +let's hear any ideas you may have on the question I asked you." + +There turned out to be plenty of ideas, after all. An opinion was +ventured that Mr. Lloyd George served the nation, not for money but from +public spirit; a conservative insisted that ability should be rewarded +and rewarded well; whereupon ensued one of the most enlightening +discussions, not only as a revelation of intelligence, but of complexes +and obsessions pervading many of the minds in whose power lies the +ultimate control of democracies. One, for instance, declared that--"if +every man went to church proper of a Sunday and minded his own business +the country would get along well enough." He was evidently of the +opinion that there was too much thinking and not enough of what he would +have termed "religion." Gradually that audience split up into liberals +and conservatives; and the liberals noticeably were the younger men who +had had the advantages of better board schools, who had formed fewer +complexes and had had less time in which to get them set. Of these, +a Canadian made a plea for the American system of universal education, +whereupon a combative "stand-patter" declared that every man wasn't fit +to be educated, that the American plan made only for discontent. +"Look at them," he exclaimed, "They're never satisfied to stay in their +places." This provoked laughter, but it was too much for the sculptor-- +and for me. We both broke our vows and made speeches in favour of +equality and mental opportunity, while the lecturer looked on and smiled. +Mr. Lloyd George and his salary were forgotten. By some subtle art of +the chairman the debate had been guided to the very point where he had +from the first intended to guide it--to the burning question of our day-- +education as the true foundation of democracy! Perhaps, after all, this +may be our American contribution to the world's advance. + +As we walked homeward through the fog I talked to him of Professor +Dewey's work and its results, while he explained to me the methods of the +Reconstruction Department. "Out of every audience like that we get a +group and form a class," he said. "They're always a bit backward at +first, just as they were tonight, but they grow very keen. We have a +great many classes already started, and we see to it that they are +provided with text-books and teachers. Oh, no, it's not propaganda," +he added, in answer to my query; "all we do is to try to give them facts +in such a way as to make them able to draw their own conclusions and join +any political party they choose--just so they join one intelligently." +I must add that before Sunday was over he had organized his class and +arranged for their future instruction. + + + + +CHAPTER III + +I would speak first of a contrast--and yet I have come to recognize how +impossible it is to convey to the dweller in America the difference in +atmosphere between England and France on the one hand and our country on +the other. And when I use the word "atmosphere" I mean the mental state +of the peoples as well as the weather and the aspect of the skies. I +have referred in another article to the anxious, feverish prosperity one +beholds in London and Paris, to that apparent indifference, despite the +presence on the streets of crowds of soldiers to the existence of a war +of which one is ever aware. Yet, along with this, one is ever conscious +of pressure. The air is heavy; there is a corresponding lack of the +buoyancy of mind which is the normal American condition. Perhaps, if +German troops occupied New England and New York, our own mental barometer +might be lower. It is difficult to say. At any rate, after an ocean +voyage of nine days one's spirits rise perceptibly as the ship nears +Nantucket; and the icy-bright sunlight of New York harbour, the sight of +the buildings aspiring to blue skies restore the throbbing optimism which +with us is normal; and it was with an effort, when I talked to the +reporters on landing, that I was able to achieve and express the +pessimism and darkness out of which I had come. Pessimism is perhaps too +strong a word, and takes no account of the continued unimpaired morale +and determination of the greater part of the British and French peoples. +They expect much from us. Yet the impression was instantaneous, when I +set forth in the streets of New York, that we had not fully measured the +magnitude of our task--an impression that has been amply confirmed as the +weeks have passed. + +The sense of relief I felt was not only the result of bright skies and a +high barometer, of the palpable self-confidence of the pedestrians, of +the white bread on the table and the knowledge that there was more, but +also of the ease of accomplishing things. I called for a telephone +number and got it cheerfully and instantly. I sent several telegrams, +and did not have to wait twenty minutes before a wicket while a +painstaking official multiplied and added and subtracted and paused to +talk with a friend; the speed of the express in which I flew down-town +seemed emblematic of America itself. I had been transported, in fact, +into another world--my world; and in order to realize again that from +which I had come I turned to a diary recording a London filled with the +sulphur fumes of fog, through which the lamps of the taxis and buses +shone as yellow blots reflected on glistening streets; or, for some +reason a still greater contrast, a blue, blue November Sunday afternoon +in parts, the Esplanade of the Invalides black with people--sad people-- +and the Invalides itself all etched in blue as seen through the wide +vista from the Seine. + +A few days later, with some children, I went to the Hippodrome. And it +remained for the Hippodrome, of all places, to give me the thrill I had +not achieved abroad, the thrill I had not experienced since the first +months of the war. Mr. George Cohan accomplished it. The transport with +steam up, is ready to leave the wharf, the khaki-clad regiment of erect +and vigorous young Americans marches across the great stage, and the +audience strains forward and begins to sing, under its breath, the words +that proclaim, as nothing else perhaps proclaims, how America feels. + + "Send the word, send the word over there . . . + We'll be o-ver, we're coming o-ver, + And we won't come back till it's o-ver, over there!" + +Is it the prelude of a tragedy? We have always been so successful, we +Americans. Are we to fail now? I am an American, and I do not believe +we are to fail. But I am soberer, somehow a different American than he +who sailed away in August. Shall we learn other things than those that +have hitherto been contained in our philosophy? + +Of one thing I am convinced. It is the first war of the world that is +not a miltary war, although miltary genius is demanded, although it is +the bloodiest war in history. But other qualities are required; men and +women who are not professional soldiers are fighting in it and will aid +in victory. The pomp and circumstance of other wars are lacking in this, +the greatest of all. We had the thrills, even in America, three years +ago, when Britain and France and Canada went in. We tingled when we read +of the mobilizing of the huge armies, of the leave-takings of the +soldiers. We bought every extra for news of those first battles on +Belgian soil. And I remember my sensations when in the province of +Quebec in the autumn of 1914, looking out of the car-window at the troops +gathering on the platforms who were to go across the seas to fight for +the empire and liberty. They were singing "Tipperary!" "Tipperary!" One +seldoms hears it now, and the way has proved long--longer than we +reckoned. And we are singing "Over There!" + +In those first months of the war there was, we were told, in England and +France a revival of "religion," and indeed many of the books then written +gave evidence of having been composed in exalted, mystic moods. I +remember one in particular, called "En Campagne," by a young French +officer. And then, somehow, the note of mystic exaltation died away, +to be succeeded by a period of realism. Read "Le Feu," which is most +typical, which has sold in numberless editions. Here is a picture of +that other aspect--the grimness, the monotony, and the frequent +bestiality of trench life, the horror of slaughtering millions of men +by highly specialized machinery. And yet, as an American, I strike +inevitably the note of optimism once more. Even now the truer spiritual +goal is glimpsed through the battle clouds, and has been hailed in world- +reverberating phrases by our American President. Day by day the real +issue is clearer, while the "religion" it implies embraces not one +nation, wills not one patriotism, but humanity itself. I heard a +Frenchwoman who had been deeply "religious" in the old sense exclaim: +"I no longer have any faith in God; he is on the side of the Germans." +When the war began there were many evidences of a survival of that faith +that God fights for nations, interferes in behalf of the "righteous" +cause. When General Joffre was in America he was asked by one of our +countrywomen how the battle of the Marne was won. "Madame," he is +reported to have said, "it was won by me, by my generals and soldiers." +The tendency to regard this victory, which we hope saved France and the +Western humanitarian civilization we cherish, as a special interposition +of Providence, as a miracle, has given place to the realization that the +battle was won by the resourcefulness, science, and coolness of the +French commander-in-chief. Science preserves armies, since killing, if +it has to be done, is now wholly within that realm; science heals the +wounded, transports them rapidly to the hospitals, gives the shattered +something still to live for; and, if we are able to abandon the +sentimental view and look facts in the face--as many anointed chaplains +in Europe are doing--science not only eliminates typhoid but is able to +prevent those terrible diseases that devastate armies and nations. And +science is no longer confined to the physical but has invaded the social +kingdom, is able to weave a juster fabric into the government of peoples. +On all sides we are beginning to embrace the religion of self-reliance, +a faith that God is on the side of intelligence--intelligence with a +broader meaning than the Germans have given it, for it includes charity. + + + +II + +It seems to me that I remember, somewhere in the realistic novel I have +mentioned "Le Feu"--reading of singing soldiers, and an assumption on the +part of their hearers that such songs are prompted only by a devil-may- +care lightness of heart which the soldier achieves. A shallow psychology +(as the author points out), especially in these days of trench warfare! +The soldier sings to hide his real feelings, perhaps to give vent to +them. I am reminded of all this in connection with my trip to the +British front. I left London after lunch on one of those dreary, grey +days to which I have referred; the rain had begun to splash angrily +against the panes of the car windows before we reached the coast. At +five o'clock the boat pushed off into a black channel, whipped by a gale +that drove the rain across the decks and into every passage and gangway. +The steamer was literally loaded with human beings, officers and men +returning from a brief glimpse of home. There was nothing of the glory +of war in the embarkation, and, to add to the sad and sinister effect of +it, each man as he came aboard mounted the ladder and chose, from a pile +on the hatch combing, a sodden life-preserver, which he flung around his +shoulders as he went in search of a shelter. The saloon below, where +we had our tea, was lighted indeed, but sealed so tight as to be +insupportable; and the cabin above, stifling too, was dark as a pocket. +One stumbled over unseen passengers on the lounges, or sitting on kits on +the floor. Even the steps up which I groped my way to the deck above +were filled, while on the deck there was standing-room only and not much +of that. Mal de mer added to the discomforts of many. At length I found +an uncertain refuge in a gangway amidships, hedged in between unseen +companions; but even here the rain stung our faces and the spray of an +occasional comber drenched our feet, while through the gloom of the night +only a few yards of white water were to be discerned. For three hours I +stood there, trying to imagine what was in the minds of these men with +whose bodies I was in such intimate contact. They were going to a +foreign land to fight, many of them to die, not in one of those +adventurous campaigns of times gone by, but in the wet trenches or the +hideous No Man's Land between. What were the images they summoned up in +the darkness? Visions of long-familiar homes and long-familiar friends? +And just how were they facing the future? Even as I wondered, voices +rose in a song, English voices, soldier voices. It was not "Tipperary," +the song that thrilled us a few years ago. I strove to catch the words: + + "I want to go home! + I don't want to go back to the trenches no more, + Where there are bullets and shrapnel galore, + I want to go home!" + +It was sung boisterously, in a defiant tone of mockery of the desire it +expressed, and thus tremendously gained in pathos. They did want to go +home--naturally. It was sung with the same spirit our men sing "We won't +come back till it's over, over there!" The difference is that these +Britishers have been over there, have seen the horrors face to face, have +tasted the sweets of home, and in spite of heartsickness and seasickness +are resolved to see it through. Such is the morale of the British army. +I have not the slightest doubt that it will be the morale of our own army +also, but at present the British are holding the fort. Tommy would never +give up the war, but he has had a realistic taste of it, and his songs +reflect his experience. Other songs reached my ears each night, above +the hissing and pounding of the Channel seas, but the unseen group +returned always to this. One thought of Agincourt and Crecy, of +Waterloo, of the countless journeys across this same stormy strip of +water the ancestors of these man had made in the past, and one wondered +whether war were eternal and inevitable, after all. + +And what does Tommy think about it--this war? My own limited experience +thoroughly indorses Mr. Galsworthy's splendid analysis of British-soldier +psychology that appeared in the December North American. The average +man, with native doggedness, is fighting for the defence of England. +The British Government itself, in its reconstruction department for the +political education of the wounded, has given partial denial to the old +maxim that it is the soldier's business not to think but to obey; and the +British army is leavened with men who read and reflect in the long nights +of watching in the rain, who are gaining ideas about conditions in the +past and resolutions concerning those of the future. The very army +itself has had a miracle happen to it: it has been democratized--and with +the cheerful consent of the class to which formerly the possession of +commissions was largely confined. Gradually, to these soldier-thinkers, +as well as to the mass of others at home, is unfolding the vision of a +new social order which is indeed worth fighting for and dying for. + + + +III + +At last, our knees cramped and our feet soaked, we saw the lights of the +French port dancing across the veil of rain, like thistledowns of fire, +and presently we were at rest at a stone quay. As I stood waiting on the +deck to have my passport vised, I tried to reconstruct the features of +this little seaport as I had seen it, many years before, on a bright +summer's day when I had motored from Paris on my way to London. The gay +line of hotels facing the water was hidden in the darkness. Suddenly I +heard my name called, and I was rescued from the group of civilians by a +British officer who introduced himself as my host. It was after nine +o'clock, and he had been on the lookout for me since half past seven. +The effect of his welcome at that time and place was electrical, and I +was further immensely cheered by the news he gave me, as we hurried along +the street, that two friends of mine were here and quite hungry, having +delayed dinner for my arrival. One of them was a young member of +Congress who had been making exhaustive studies of the situation in +Italy, France and England, and the other one of our best-known writers, +both bound for London. We sat around the table until nearly eleven, +exchanging impressions and experiences. Then my officer declared that +it was time to go home. + +"Home" proved to be the big chateau which the British Government has +leased for the kindly purpose of entertaining such American guests as +they choose to invite. It is known as the "American Chateau," and in the +early morning hours we reached it after a long drive through the gale. +We crossed a bridge over a moat and traversed a huge stone hall to +the Gothic drawing-room. Here a fire was crackling on the hearth, +refreshments were laid out, and the major in command rose from his book +to greet me. Hospitality, with these people, has attained to art, and, +though I had come here at the invitation of his government, I had the +feeling of being his personal guest in his own house. Presently he led +the way up the stone stairs and showed me the room I was to occupy. + +I awoke to the sound of the wind whistling through the open lattice, and +looking down on the ruffled blue waters of the moat I saw a great white +swan at his morning toilet, his feathers dazzling in the sun. It was one +of those rare crisp and sparkling days that remind one of our American +autumn. A green stretch of lawn made a vista through the woods. +Following the example of the swan, I plunged into the tin tub the orderly +had placed beside my bed and went down to porridge in a glow. Porridge, +for the major was Scotch, and had taught his French cook to make it as +the Scotch make it. Then, going out into the hall, from a table on which +lay a contour map of the battle region, the major picked up a hideous +mask that seemed to have been made for some barbaric revelries. + +"We may not strike any gas," he said, "but it's as well to be on the safe +side," whereupon he made me practise inserting the tube in my mouth, +pinching the nostrils instantly with the wire-covered nippers. He also +presented me with a steel helmet. Thus equipped for any untoward +occurrence, putting on sweaters and heavy overcoats, and wrapping +ourselves in the fur rugs of the waiting automobile, we started off, +with the gale on our quarter, for the front. + +Picardy, on whose soil has been shed so much English blood, never was +more beautiful than on that October day. The trees were still in full +leaf, the fields green, though the crops had been gathered, and the +crystal air gave vivid value to every colour in the landscape. From time +to time we wound through the cobble-stoned streets of historic villages, +each having its stone church end the bodki-shaped steeple of blue slate +so characteristic of that country. And, as though we were still in the +pastoral times of peace, in the square of one of these villages a horse- +fair was in progress, blue-smocked peasants were trotting chunky ponies +over the stones. It was like a picture from one of De Maupassant's +tales. In other villages the shawled women sat knitting behind piles of +beets and cabbages and apples, their farm-carts atilt in the sun. Again +and again I tried to grasp the fact that the greatest of world wars was +being fought only a few miles away--and failed. + +We had met, indeed, an occasional officer or orderly, huddled in a +greatcoat and head against the wind, exercising those wonderful animals +that are the pride of the British cavalry and which General Sir Douglas +Haig, himself a cavalryman, some day hopes to bring into service. We had +overtaken an artillery train rumbling along toward the east, the men +laughing and joking as they rode, as though they were going to +manoeuvres. Farther on, as the soldiers along the highroads and in the +towns grew more and more numerous, they seemed so harmoniously part of +the peaceful scene that war was as difficult to visualize as ever. Many +sat about smoking their pipes and playing with the village children, +others were in squads going to drill or exercise--something the Briton +never neglects. The amazing thing to a visitor who has seen the trenches +awash on a typical wet day, who knows that even billeting in cold farms +and barns behind the lines can scarcely be compared to the comforts of +home, is how these men keep well under the conditions. To say that they +are well is to understate the fact: the ruddy faces and clear eyes and +hard muscles--even of those who once were pale London clerks--proclaim a +triumph for the system of hygiene of their army. + +Suddenly we came upon a house with a great round hole in its wall, and +then upon several in ruins beside the village street. Meanwhile, at work +under the windswept trees of the highway, were strange, dark men from the +uttermost parts of the earth, physiognomies as old as the tombs of +Pharaoh. It was, indeed, not so much the graven red profiles of priests +and soldiers that came tome at sight of these Egyptians, but the singing +fellaheen of the water-buckets of the Nile. And here, too, shovelling +the crushed rock, were East Indians oddly clad in European garb, careless +of the cold. That sense of the vastness of the British Empire, which at +times is so profound, was mingled now with a knowledge that it was +fighting for its life, marshalling all its resources for Armageddon. + +Saint Eloi is named after the good bishop who ventured to advise King +Dagobert about his costume. And the church stands--what is left of it-- +all alone on the greenest of terraces jutting out toward the east; and +the tower, ruggedly picturesque against the sky, resembles that of some +crumbled abbey. As a matter of fact, it has been a target for German +gunners. Dodging an army-truck and rounding one of those military +traffic policemen one meets at every important corner we climbed the hill +and left the motor among the great trees, which are still fortunately +preserved. And we stood for a few minutes, gazing over miles and miles +of devastation. Then, taking the motor once more, we passed through +wrecked and empty villages until we came to the foot of Vimy Ridge. +Notre Dame de Lorette rose against the sky-line to the north. + +Vimy and Notre Dame de Lorette--sweet but terrible names! Only a summer +had passed since Vimy was the scene of one of the bloodiest battles of +the war. From a distance the prevailing colour of the steep slope is +ochre; it gives the effect of having been scraped bare in preparation for +some gigantic enterprise. A nearer view reveals a flush of green; nature +is already striving to heal. From top to bottom it is pockmarked by +shells and scarred by trenches--trenches every few feet, and between them +tangled masses of barbed wire still clinging to the "knife rests" and +corkscrew stanchions to which it had been strung. The huge shell-holes, +revealing the chalk subsoil, were half-filled with water. And even +though the field had been cleaned by those East Indians I had seen on the +road, and the thousands who had died here buried, bits of uniform, shoes, +and accoutrements and shattered rifles were sticking in the clay--and +once we came across a portion of a bedstead, doubtless taken by some +officer from a ruined and now vanished village to his dugout. Painfully, +pausing frequently to ponder over these remnants, so eloquent of the fury +of the struggle, slipping backward at every step and despite our care +getting tangled in the wire, we made our way up the slope. Buttercups +and daisies were blooming around the edges of the craters. + +As we drew near the crest the major warned me not to expose myself. +"It isn't because there is much chance of our being shot," he explained," +but a matter of drawing the German fire upon others." And yet I found it +hard to believe--despite the evidence at my feet--that war existed here. +The brightness of the day, the emptiness of the place, the silence--save +for the humming of the gale--denied it. And then, when we had cautiously +rounded a hummock at the top, my steel helmet was blown off--not by a +shrapnel, but by the wind! I had neglected to tighten the chin-strap. + +Immediately below us I could make out scars like earthquake cracks +running across the meadows--the front trenches. Both armies were buried +like moles in these furrows. The country was spread out before us, like +a map, with occasionally the black contour of a coal mound rising against +the green, or a deserted shaft-head. I was gazing at the famous battle- +field of Lens. Villages, woods, whose names came back to me as the major +repeated them, lay like cloud shadows on the sunny plain, and the +faintest shadow of all, far to the eastward, was Lens itself. I marked +it by a single white tower. And suddenly another white tower, loftier +than the first, had risen up! But even as I stared its substance seemed +to change, to dissolve, and the tower was no longer to be seen. Not +until then did I realize that a monster shell had burst beside the +trenches in front of the city. Occasionally after that there came to my +ears the muffed report of some hidden gun, and a ball like a powder-puff +lay lightly on the plain, and vanished. But even the presence of these, +oddly enough, did not rob the landscape of its air of Sunday peace. + +We ate our sandwiches and drank our bottle of white wine in a sheltered +cut of the road that runs up that other ridge which the French gained at +such an appalling price, Notre Dame de Lorette, while the major described +to me some features of the Lens battle, in which he had taken part. +I discovered incidentally that he had been severely wounded at the Somme. +Though he had been a soldier all his life, and a good soldier, his true +passion was painting, and he drew my attention to the rare greens and +silver-greys of the stones above us, steeped in sunlight--all that +remained of the little church of Notre Dame--more beautiful, more +significant, perhaps, as a ruin. It reminded the major of the Turners he +had admired in his youth. After lunch we lingered in the cemetery, where +the graves and vaults had been harrowed by shells; the trenches ran right +through them. And here, in this desecrated resting-place of the village +dead, where the shattered gravestones were mingled with barbed wire, +death-dealing fragments of iron, and rusting stick-bombs that had failed +to explode, was a wooden cross, on which was rudely written the name of +Hans Siebert. Mouldering at the foot of the cross was a grey woollen +German tunic from which the buttons had been cut. + +We kept the road to the top, for Notre Dame de Lorette is as steep as +Vimy. There we looked upon the panorama of the Lens battle-field once +more, and started down the eastern slope, an apparently smooth expanse +covered now with prairie grasses, in reality a labyrinth of deep ditches, +dugouts, and pits; gruesome remnants of the battle lay half-concealed +under the grass. We walked slowly, making desperate leaps over the +trenches, sometimes perforce going through them, treading gingerly on the +"duck board" at the bottom. We stumbled over stick-bombs and unexploded +shells. No plough can be put here--the only solution for the land for +years to come is forest. Just before we gained the road at the bottom, +where the car was awaiting us, we were startled by the sudden flight of a +covey of partridges. + +The skies were grey when we reached the banal outskirts of a town where +the bourgeoise houses were modern, commonplace, save those which had been +ennobled by ruin. It was Arras, one of those few magic names, eloquent +with suggestions of mediaeval romance and art, intrigue and chivalry; +while upon their significance, since the war began, has been superimposed +still another, no less eloquent but charged with pathos. We halted for a +moment in the open space before the railroad station, a comparatively new +structure of steel and glass, designed on geometrical curves, with an +uninspiring, cheaply ornamented front. It had been, undoubtedly, the +pride of the little city. Yet finding it here had at first something of +the effect of the discovery of an office-building--let us say--on the +site of the Reims Cathedral. Presently, however, its emptiness, its +silence began to have their effects--these and the rents one began to +perceive in the roof. For it was still the object of the intermittent +yet persistent fire of the German artillery. One began to realize that +by these wounds it had achieved a dignity that transcended the mediocre +imagination of its provincial designer. A fine rain had set in before +we found the square, and here indeed one felt a certain desolate +satisfaction; despite the wreckage there the spirit of the ancient town +still poignantly haunted it. Although the Hotel de Ville, which had +expressed adequately the longings and aspirations, the civic pride of +those bygone burghers, was razed to the ground, on three sides were still +standing the varied yet harmonious facades of Flemish houses made +familiar by photographs. Of some of these the plaster between the carved +beams had been shot away, the roofs blown off, and the tiny hewn rafters +were bared to the sky. The place was empty in the gathering gloom of the +twilight. The gaiety and warmth of the hut erected in the Public Gardens +which houses the British Officers' Club were a relief. + +The experiences of the next day will remain for ever in my memory etched, +as it were, in sepia. My guide was a younger officer who had seen heroic +service, and I wondered constantly how his delicate frame had survived in +the trenches the constant hardship of such weather as now, warmly wrapped +and with the car-curtains drawn, we faced. The inevitable, relentless +rain of that region had set in again, the rain in which our own soldiers +will have to fight, and the skies were of a darkness seldom known in +America. The countryside was no longer smiling. After some two hours of +progress we came, in that devastated district near the front, to an +expanse where many monsters were clumsily cavorting like dinosaurs in +primeval slime. At some distance from the road others stood apparently +tethered in line, awaiting their turn for exercise. These were the far- +famed tanks. Their commander, or chief mahout--as I was inclined to call +him--was a cheerful young giant of colonial origin, who has often driven +them serenely across No Man's Land and into the German trenches. He had +been expecting us, and led me along a duck board over the morass, to +where one of these leviathans was awaiting us. You crawl through a +greasy hole in the bottom, and the inside is as full of machinery as the +turret of the Pennsylvania, and you grope your way to the seat in front +beside that of the captain and conductor, looking out through a slot in +the armour over a waste of water and mud. From here you are supposed to +operate a machine gun. Behind you two mechanics have started the engines +with a deafening roar, above which are heard the hoarse commands of the +captain as he grinds in his gears. Then you realize that the thing is +actually moving, that the bosses on the belt have managed to find a grip +on the slime--and presently you come to the brink of what appears, to +your exaggerated sense of perception, a bottomless chasm, with distant +steep banks on the farther side that look unattainable and +insurmountable. It is an old German trench which the rains have worn and +widened. You brace yourself, you grip desperately a pair of brass +handles in front of you, while leviathan hesitates, seems to sit up on +his haunches, and then gently buries his nose in the pasty clay and paws +his way upward into the field beyond. It was like sitting in a huge +rocking-chair. That we might have had a bump, and a bone-breaking one, +I was informed after I had left the scene of the adventure. It all +depends upon the skill of the driver. The monsters are not as tractable +as they seem. + +That field in which the tanks manoeuvre is characteristic of the whole of +this district of levelled villages and vanished woods. Imagine a +continuous clay vacant lot in one of our Middle Western cities on the +rainiest day you can recall; and further imagine, on this limitless lot, +a network of narrow-gauge tracks and wagon roads, a scattering of +contractors' shanties, and you will have some idea of the daily life and +surroundings of one of oar American engineer regiments, which is running +a railroad behind the British front. Yet one has only to see these men +and talk with them to be convinced of the truth that human happiness and +even human health thanks to modern science--are not dependent upon an +existence in a Garden of Eden. I do not mean exactly that these men +would choose to spend the rest of their existences in this waste, but +they are happy in the consciousness of a job well done. It was really +inspiring to encounter here the familiar conductors and brakemen, +engineers and firemen, who had voluntarily, and for an ideal, left their +homes in a remote and peaceful republic three thousand miles away, to +find contentment and a new vitality, a wider vision, in the difficult and +dangerous task they were performing. They were frequently under fire-- +when they brought back the wounded or fetched car-loads of munitions to +the great guns on the ridiculous little trains of flat cars with open- +work wheels, which they named--with American humour--the Federal Express +and the Twentieth Century Limited. And their officers were equally +happy. Their colonel, of our regular Army Engineer Corps, was one of +those broad-shouldered six-footers who, when they walk the streets of +Paris, compel pedestrians to turn admiringly and give one a new pride in +the manhood of our nation. Hospitably he drew us out of the wind and +rain into his little hut, and sat us down beside the stove, cheerfully +informing us that, only the night before, the gale had blown his door in, +and his roof had started for the German lines. In a neighbouring hut, +reached by a duck board, we had lunch with him and his officers baked +beans and pickles, cakes and maple syrup. The American food, the +American jokes and voices in that environment seemed strange indeed! +But as we smoked and chatted about the friends we had in common, about +political events at home and the changes that were taking place there, it +seemed as if we were in America once more. The English officer listened +and smiled in sympathy, and he remarked, after our reluctant departure, +that America was an extraordinary land. + +He directed our chauffeur to Bapaume, across that wilderness which the +Germans had so wantonly made in their retreat to the Hindenburg line. +Nothing could have been more dismal than our slow progress in the steady +rain, through the deserted streets of this town. Home after home had +been blasted--their intimate yet harrowing interiors were revealed. The +shops and cafes, which had been thoroughly looted, had their walls blown +out, but in many cases the signs of the vanished and homeless proprietors +still hung above the doors. I wondered how we should feel in New England +if such an outrage had been done to Boston, for instance, or little +Concord! The church, the great cathedral on its terrace, the bishop's +house, all dynamited, all cold and wet and filthy ruins! It was dismal, +indeed, but scarcely more dismal than that which followed; for at Bapaume +we were on the edge of the battle-field of the Somme. And I chanced to +remember that the name had first been indelibly impressed on my +consciousness at a comfortable breakfast-table at home, where I sat +looking out on a bright New England garden. In the headlines and columns +of my morning newspaper I had read again and again, during the summer of +1916, of Thiepval and La Boisselle, of Fricourt and Mametz and the Bois +des Trones. Then they had had a sinister but remote significance; now I +was to see them, or what was left of them! + +As an appropriate and characteristic setting for the tragedy which had +happened here, the indigo afternoon could not have been better chosen. +Description fails to do justice to the abomination of desolation of that +vast battle-field in the rain, and the imagination, refuses to +reconstruct the scene of peace--the chateaux and happy villages, the +forests and pastures, that flourished here so brief a time ago. In my +fancy the long, low swells of land, like those of some dreary sea, were +for the moment the subsiding waves of the cataclysm that had rolled here +and extinguished all life. Beside the road only the blood-red soil +betrayed the sites of powdered villages; and through it, in every +direction, trenches had been cut. Between the trenches the earth was +torn and tortured, as though some sudden fossilizing process, in its +moment of supreme agony, had fixed it thus. On the hummocks were graves, +graves marked by wooden crosses, others by broken rifles thrust in the +ground. Shattered gun-carriages lay in the ditches, modern cannon that +had cost priceless hours of skilled labour; and once we were confronted +by one of those monsters, wounded to the death, I had seen that morning. +The sight of this huge, helpless thing oddly recalled the emotions I had +felt, as a child, when contemplating dead elephants in a battle picture +of the army of a Persian king. + +Presently, like the peak of some submerged land, we saw lifted out of +that rolling waste the "Butt" of Warlencourt--the burial-mound of this +modern Marathon. It is honeycombed with dugouts in which the Germans who +clung to it found their graves, while the victorious British army swept +around it toward Bapaume. Everywhere along that road, which runs like an +arrow across the battle-field to Albert, were graves. Repetition seems +the only method of giving an adequate impression of their numbers; and +near what was once the village of Pozieres was the biggest grave of all, +a crater fifty feet deep and a hundred feet across. Seven months the +British sappers had toiled far below in the chalk, digging the passage +and chamber; and one summer dawn, like some tropical volcano, it had +burst directly under the German trench. Long we stood on the slippery +edge of it, gazing down at the tangled wire and litter of battle that +strewed the bottom, while the rain fell pitilessly. Just such rain, said +my officerguide, as had drenched this country through the long winter +months of preparation. "We never got dry," he told me; and added with a +smile, in answer to my query: "Perhaps that was the reason we never +caught colds." + +When we entered Albert, the starting point of the British advance, there +was just light enough to see the statue of the Virgin leaning far above +us over the street. The church-tower on which it had once stood erect +had been struck by a German shell, but its steel rod had bent and not +broken. Local superstition declares that when the Virgin of Albert falls +the war will be ended. + + + +IV + +I come home impressed with the fact that Britain has learned more from +this war than any other nation, and will probably gain more by that +knowledge. We are all wanting, of course, to know what we shall get out +of it, since it was forced upon us; and of course the only gain worth +considering--as many of those to whom its coming has brought home the +first glimmerings of social science are beginning to see--is precisely a +newly acquired vision of the art of self-government. It has been +unfortunately necessary--or perhaps fortunately necessary--for the great +democracies to turn their energies and resources and the inventive +ingenuity of their citizens to the organization of armies and indeed of +entire populations to the purpose of killing enough Germans to remove +democracy's exterior menace. The price we pay in human life is +appallingly unfortunate. But the necessity for national organization +socializes the nation capable of it; or, to put the matter more truly, +if the socializing process had anticipated the war--as it had in Great +Britain--the ability to complete it under stress is the test of a +democratic nation; and hence the test of democracy, since the socializing +process becomes international. Britain has stood the test, even from the +old-fashioned militarist point of view, since it is apparent that no +democracy can wage a sustained great war unless it is socialized. After +the war she will probably lead all other countries in a sane and +scientific liberalization. The encouraging fact is that not in spite of +her liberalism, but because of it, she has met military Germany on her +own ground and, to use a vigorous expression, gone her one better. In +1914, as armies go today, the British Army was a mere handful of men +whose officers belonged to a military caste. Brave men and brave +officers, indeed! But at present it is a war organization of an +excellence which the Germans never surpassed. I have no space to enter +into a description of the amazing system, of the network of arteries +converging at the channel ports and spreading out until it feeds and +clothes every man of those millions, furnishes him with newspapers and +tobacco, and gives him the greatest contentment compatible with the +conditions under which he has to live. The number of shells flung at the +enemy is only limited by the lives of the guns that fire them. I should +like to tell with what swiftness, under the stress of battle, the wounded +are hurried back to the coast and even to England itself. I may not +state the thousands carried on leave every day across the channel and +back again--in spite of submarines. But I went one day through Saint +Omer, with its beautiful church and little blue chateau, past the rest- +camps of the big regiments of guards to a seaport on the downs, formerly +a quiet little French town, transformed now into an ordered Babel. The +term is paradoxical, but I let it stand. English, Irish, and Scotch from +the British Isles and the ends of the earth mingle there with Indians, +Egyptians, and the chattering Mongolians in queer fur caps who work in +the bakeries. + +I went through one of these bakeries, almost as large as an automobile +factory, fragrant with the aroma of two hundred thousand loaves of bread. +This bakery alone sends every day to the trenches two hundred thousand +loaves made from the wheat of western Canada! Of all sights to be seen +in this place, however, the reclamation "plant" is the most wonderful. +It covers acres. Everything which is broken in war, from a pair of +officer's field-glasses to a nine-inch howitzer carriage is mended here-- +if it can be mended. Here, when a battle-field is cleared, every article +that can possibly be used again is brought; and the manager pointed with +pride to the furnaces in his power-house, which formerly burned coal and +now are fed with refuse--broken wheels of gun-carriages, sawdust, and +even old shoes. Hundreds of French girls and even German prisoners are +resoling and patching shoes with the aid of American machinery, and even +the uppers of such as are otherwise hopeless are cut in spirals into +laces. Tunics, breeches, and overcoats are mended by tailors; rusty camp +cookers are retinned, and in the foundries the precious scraps of cast +iron are melted into braziers to keep Tommy in the trenches warm. In the +machine-shops the injured guns and cannon are repaired. German prisoners +are working there, too. At a distance, in their homely grey tunics, with +their bullet-shaped heads close-cropped and the hairs standing out like +the needles of a cylinder of a music-box, they had the appearance of hard +citizens who had become rather sullen convicts. Some wore spectacles. A +closer view revealed that most of them were contented, and some actually +cheerful. None, indeed, seemed more cheerful than a recently captured +group I saw later, who were actually building the barbed-wire fence that +was to confine them. + +My last visit in this town was to the tiny but on a "corner lot," in +which the Duchess of Sutherland has lived now for some years. As we had +tea she told me she was going on a fortnight's leave to England; and no +Tommy in the trenches could have been more excited over the prospect. +Her own hospital, which occupies the rest of the lot, is one of those +marvels which individual initiative and a strong social sense such as +hers has produced in this war. Special enterprise was required to save +such desperate cases as are made a specialty of here, and all that +medical and surgical science can do has been concentrated, with +extraordinary success, on the shattered men who are brought to her wards. +That most of the horrible fractures I saw are healed, and healed quickly +--thanks largely to the drainage system of our own Doctor Carrel--is not +the least of the wonders of the remarkable times in which we live. + +The next day, Sunday, I left for Paris, bidding farewell regretfully to +the last of my British-officer hosts. He seemed like an old, old friend +--though I had known him but a few days. I can see him now as he waved +me a good-bye from the platform in his Glengarry cap and short tunic and +plaid trousers. He is the owner of a castle and some seventy square +miles of land in Scotland alone. 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