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They began to be infected with the same ardor as the directors； shouting and swinging their arms in the midst of the thundering。 The empty capsules were mounting up in thick layers behind the cannon。 Fire！ 。 。 。 always； fire！
〃We must sprinkle them well；〃 yelled the chiefs。 〃We must give a good soaking to the groves where the Boches are hidden。〃
So the mouths of '75 rained without interruption； inundating the remote thickets with their shells。
Inflamed by this deadly activity； frenzied by the destructive celerity； dominated by the dizzying sway of the ruby leaves； Lacour and Desnoyers found themselves waving their hats； leaping from one side to another as though they were dancing the sacred dance of death； and shouting with mouths dry from the acrid vapor of the powder。 。 。 。 〃Hurrah！ 。 。 。 Hurrah！〃
The automobile rode all the afternoon long； stopping only when it met long files of convoys。 It traversed uncultivated fields with skeletons of dwellings； and ran through burned towns which were no more than a succession of blackened facades。
〃Now it is your turn；〃 said the senator to Desnoyers。 〃We are going to see your son。〃
At nightfall； they ran across groups of infantry； soldiers with long beards and blue uniforms discolored by the inclemency of the weather。 They were returning from the intrenchments； carrying over the hump of their knapsacks； spades； picks and other implements for removing the ground； that had acquired the importance of arms of combat。 They were covered with mud from head to foot。 All looked old in full youth。 Their joy at returning to the cantonment after a week in the trenches； made them fill the silence of the plain with songs in time to the tramp of their nailed boots。 Through the violet twilight drifted the winged strophes of the Marseillaise； or the heroic affirmations of the Chant du Depart。
〃They are the soldiers of the Revolution；〃 exclaimed Lacour with enthusiasm。 〃France has returned to 1792。〃
The two captains established their charges for the night in a half… ruined town where one of their divisions had its headquarters； and then took their leave。 Others would act as their escort the following morning。
The two friends were lodging in the Hotel de la Siren； an old inn with its front gnawed by shell…fire。 The proprietor showed them with pride a window broken in the form of a crater。 This window had made the old tavern signa woman of iron with the tail of a fish sink into insignificance。 As Desnoyers was occupying the room next to the one that had received the mark of the shell； the inn…keeper was anxious to point it out to them before they went to bed。
Everything was brokenwalls； floor； roof。 The furniture； a pile of splinters in the corner； the flowered wall paper； a fringe of tatters hanging from the walls。 Through an enormous hole they could see the stars and feel the chill of the night。 The owner stated that this destruction was not the work of the Germans； but was caused by a projectile from one of the seventy…fives when repelling the invaders from the village。 And he beamed on the ruin with patriotic pride； repeating：
〃There's a sample of French marksmanship for you！ How do you like the workings of the seventy…fives？ 。 。 。 What do you think of that now？ 。 。 。〃
In spite of the fatigue of the journey； Don Marcelo slept badly； excited by the thought that his son was not far away。
An hour before daybreak； they left the village； in an automobile； guided by another official。 On both sides of the road； they saw camps and camps。 They left behind the parks of munitions； passed the third line of troops； and then the second。 Thousands and thousands of men were bivouacking there in the open； improvising as best they could their habitations。 These human ant…hills seemed vaguely to recall； with the variety of uniforms and races； some of the mighty invasions of history； but it was not a nation en marche。 The exodus of people takes with it the women and children。 Here there were nothing but men； men everywhere。
All kinds of housing ever used by humanity were here utilized； these military assemblages beginning with the cave。 Caverns and quarries were serving as barracks。 Some low huts recalled the American ranch； others； high and conical； were facsimiles of the gurbi of Africa。 Many of the soldiers had come from the colonies； some had been living as business men in the new world； and upon having to provide a house more stable than the canvas tent； had recalled the architecture of the tribes with which they had had dealings。 In this conglomerate of combatants； there were also Moors； blacks and Asiatics who were accustomed to live outside the cities and had acquired in the open a physical superiority which made them more masterful than the civilized peoples。
Near the river beds was flapping white clothing hung out to dry。 Rows of men with bared breasts were out in the morning freshness； leaning over the streams； washing themselves with noisy ablutions followed by vigorous rubbings。 。 。 。 On a bridge was a soldier writing； utilizing a parapet as a table。 。 。 。 The cooks were moving around their savory kettles； and a warm exhalation of morning soup was mixed with the resinous perfume of the trees and the smell of the damp earth。
Long； low barracks of wood and zinc served the cavalry and artillery for their animals and stores。 In the open air； the soldiers were currying and shoeing the glossy； plump horses which the trench…war was maintaining in placid obesity。
〃If they had only been like that at the battle of the Marne！〃 sighed Desnoyers to his friend。
Now the cavalry was leading an existence of interminable rest。 The troopers were fighting on foot； and finding it necessary to exercise their steeds to keep them from getting sick with their full mangers。
There were spread over the fields several aeroplanes； like great； gray dragon flies； poised for the flight。 Many of the men were grouped around them。 The farmers； transformed into soldiers； were watching with great admiration their comrade charged with the management of these machines。 They looked upon him as one of the wizards so venerated and feared in all the countryside。
Don Marcelo was struck by the general transformation in the French uniforms。 All were now clad in gray…blue； from head to foot。 The trousers of bright scarlet cloth； the red kepis which he had hailed with such joy in the expedition of the Marne； no longer existed。 All the men passing along the roads were soldiers。 All the vehicles； even the ox…carts； were guided by military men。
Suddenly the automobile stopped before some ruined houses blackened by fire。
〃Here we are；〃 announced the official。 〃Now we shall have to walk a little。〃
The senator and his friend started along the highway。
〃Not that way； no！〃 the guide turned to say grimly。 〃That road is bad for the health。 We must keep out of the currents of air。〃
He further explained that the Germans had their cannon and intrenchments at the end of this highroad which sloped suddenly and again appeared as a white ribbon on the horizon line between two rows of trees and burned houses。 The pale morning light with its hazy mist was shel