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ll the men had hungry faces。
For days and nights they had been following the heels of an enemy which was always just eluding their grasp。 In this forced advance the provisions of the administration would often arrive so late at the cantonments that they could depend only on what they happened to have in their knapsacks。 Desnoyers saw them lined up near the road devouring hunks of black bread and mouldy sausages。 Some had scattered through the fields to dig up beet roots and other tubers； chewing with loud crunchings the hard pulp to which the grit still adhered。 An ensign was shaking the fruit trees using as a catch…all the flag of his regiment。 That glorious standard； adorned with souvenirs of 1870； was serving as a receptacle for green plums。 Those who were seated on the ground were improving this rest by drawing their perspiring； swollen feet from high boots which were sending out an insufferable smell。
The regiments of infantry which Desnoyers had seen in Berlin reflecting the light on metal and leather straps； the magnificent and terrifying Hussars； the Cuirassiers in pure white uniform like the paladins of the Holy Grail； the artillerymen with breasts crossed with white bands； all the military variations that on parade had drawn forth the Hartrotts' sighs of admirationthese were now all unified and mixed together； of uniform color； all in greenish mustard like the dusty lizards that； slipping along； try to be confounded with the earth。
The persistency of the iron discipline was easily discernible。 A word from the chiefs； the sound of a whistle； and they all grouped themselves together； the human being disappearing in the throngs of automatons； but danger； weariness； and the uncertainty of triumph had for the time being brought officers and men nearer together； obliterating caste distinction。 The officers were coming part way out of their overbearing； haughty seclusion； and were condescending to talk with the lower orders so as to revive their courage。 One effort more and they would overwhelm both French and English； repeating the triumph of Sedan； whose anniversary they were going to celebrate in a few days！ They were going to enter Paris； it was only a matter of a week。 Paris！ Great shops filled with luxurious things； famous restaurants； women； champagne； money。 。 。 。 And the men； flattered that their commanders were stooping to chat with them； forgot fatigue and hunger； reviving like the throngs of the Crusade before the image of Jerusalem。 〃Nach Paris！〃 The joyous shout circulated from the head to the tail of the marching columns。 〃To Paris！ To Paris！〃
The scarcity of their food supply was here supplemented by the products of a country rich in wines。 When sacking houses they rarely found eatables； but invariably a wine cellar。 The humble German； the perpetual beer drinker； who had always looked upon wine as a privilege of the rich； could now open up casks with blows from his weapons； even bathing his feet in the stream of precious liquid。 Every battalion left as a souvenir of its passing a wake of empty bottles； a halt in camp sowed the land with glass cylinders。 The regimental trucks； unable to renew their stores of provisions； were accustomed to seize the wine in all the towns。 The soldier； lacking bread； would receive alcohol。 。 。 。
This donation was always accompanied by the good counsels of the officersWar is war； no pity toward our adversaries who do not deserve it。 The French were shooting their prisoners； and their women were putting out the eyes of the wounded。 Every dwelling was a den of traps。 The simple…hearted and innocent German entering therein was going to certain death。 The beds were made over subterranean caves； the wardrobes were make…believe doors； in every corner was lurking an assassin。 This traitorous nation； which was arranging its ground like the scenario of a melodrama； would have to be chastised。 The municipal officers； the priests； the schoolmasters were directing and protecting the sharpshooters。
Desnoyers was shocked at the indifference with which these men were stalking around the burning village。 They did not appear to see the fire and destruction； it was just an ordinary spectacle； not worth looking at。 Ever since they had crossed the frontier； smoldering and blasted villages； fired by the advance guard； had marked their halting places on Belgian and French soil。
When entering Villeblanche the automobile had to lower its speed。 Burned walls were bulging out over the street and half…charred beams were obstructing the way； obliging the vehicle to zigzag through the smoking rubbish。 The vacant lots were burning like fire pans between the houses still standing； with doors broken； but not yet in flames。 Desnoyers saw within these rectangular spaces partly burned wood； chairs； beds； sewing machines； iron stoves； all the household goods of the well…to…do countryman； being consumed or twisted into shapeless masses。 Sometimes he would spy an arm sticking out of the ruins； beginning to burn like a long wax candle。 No； it could not be possible 。 。 。 and then the smell of cooking flesh began to mingle with that of the soot； wood and plaster。
He closed his eyes； not able to look any longer。 He thought for a moment he must be dreaming。 It was unbelievable that such horrors could take place in less than an hour。 Human wickedness at its worst he had supposed incapable of changing the aspect of a village in such a short time。
An abrupt stoppage of the motor made him look around involuntarily。 This time the obstruction was the dead bodies in the streettwo men and a woman。 They had probably fallen under the rain of bullets from the machine gun which had passed through the town preceding the invasion。 Some soldiers were seated a little beyond them； with their backs to the victims； as though ignoring their presence。 The chauffeur yelled to them to clear the track； with their guns and feet they pushed aside the bodies still warm； at every turn leaving a trail of blood。 The space was hardly opened before the vehicle shot through 。 。 。 a thud； a leapthe back wheels had evidently crushed some very fragile obstacle。
Desnoyers was still huddled in his seat； benumbed and with closed eyes。 The horror around him made him think of his own fate。 Whither was this lieutenant taking him？ 。 。 。
He soon saw the town hall flaming in the square； the church was now nothing but a stone shell； bristling with flames。 The houses of the prosperous villagers had had their doors and windows chopped out by axe…blows。 Within them soldiers were moving about methodically。 They entered empty…handed and came out loaded with furniture and clothing。 Others； in the upper stories； were flinging out various objects； accompanying their trophies with jests and guffaws。 Suddenly they had to come out flying； for fire was breaking out with the violence and rapidity of an explosion。 Following their footsteps was a group of men with big boxes and metal cylinders。 Someone at their head was pointing out the buildings into whose broken windows were to be thrown the lozenges and liquid streams which would produce catastrophe with lightning rapidity。
Out of one of these flaming bu