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front, among a group of mounted officers he saw a general, with the astrakan collar of his dolman turned up about his bloodless face.

Some women were weeping near him and one was struggling to force a loaf of black bread into a soldierโ€™s haversack. The soldier tried to aid her, but the sack was fastened, and his rifle bothered him, so Trent held it, while the woman unbuttoned the sack and forced in the bread, now all wet with her tears. The rifle was not heavy. Trent found it wonderfully manageable. Was the bayonet sharp? He tried it. Then a sudden longing, a fierce, imperative desire took possession of him.

โ€œChouette!โ€ cried a gamin, clinging to the barred gate, โ€œencore toi mon vieux?โ€

Trent looked up, and the rat-killer laughed in his face. But when the soldier had taken the rifle again, and thanking him, ran hard to catch his battalion, he plunged into the throng about the gateway.

โ€œAre you going?โ€ he cried to a marine who sat in the gutter bandaging his foot.

โ€œYes.โ€

Then a girlโ โ€”a mere childโ โ€”caught him by the hand and led him into the cafรฉ which faced the gate. The room was crowded with soldiers, some, white and silent, sitting on the floor, others groaning on the leather-covered settees. The air was sour and suffocating.

โ€œChoose!โ€ said the girl with a little gesture of pity; โ€œthey canโ€™t go!โ€

In a heap of clothing on the floor he found a capote and kepi.

She helped him buckle his knapsack, cartridge-box, and belt, and showed him how to load the chasse-pot rifle, holding it on her knees.

When he thanked her she started to her feet.

โ€œYou are a foreigner!โ€

โ€œAmerican,โ€ he said, moving toward the door, but the child barred his way.

โ€œI am a Bretonne. My father is up there with the cannon of the marine. He will shoot you if you are a spy.โ€

They faced each other for a moment. Then sighing, he bent over and kissed the child. โ€œPray for France, little one,โ€ he murmured, and she repeated with a pale smile: โ€œFor France and you, beau Monsieur.โ€

He ran across the street and through the gateway. Once outside, he edged into line and shouldered his way along the road. A corporal passed, looked at him, repassed, and finally called an officer. โ€œYou belong to the 60th,โ€ growled the corporal looking at the number on his kepi.

โ€œWe have no use for Franc-tireurs,โ€ added the officer, catching sight of his black trousers.

โ€œI wish to volunteer in place of a comrade,โ€ said Trent, and the officer shrugged his shoulders and passed on.

Nobody paid much attention to him, one or two merely glancing at his trousers. The road was deep with slush and mud-ploughed and torn by wheels and hoofs. A soldier in front of him wrenched his foot in an icy rut and dragged himself to the edge of the embankment groaning. The plain on either side of them was grey with melting snow. Here and there behind dismantled hedgerows stood wagons, bearing white flags with red crosses. Sometimes the driver was a priest in rusty hat and gown, sometimes a crippled Mobile. Once they passed a wagon driven by a Sister of Charity. Silent empty houses with great rents in their walls, and every window blank, huddled along the road. Further on, within the zone of danger, nothing of human habitation remained except here and there a pile of frozen bricks or a blackened cellar choked with snow.

For some time Trent had been annoyed by the man behind him, who kept treading on his heels. Convinced at last that it was intentional, he turned to remonstrate and found himself face to face with a fellow-student from the Beaux Arts. Trent stared.

โ€œI thought you were in the hospital!โ€

The other shook his head, pointing to his bandaged jaw.

โ€œI see, you canโ€™t speak. Can I do anything?โ€

The wounded man rummaged in his haversack and produced a crust of black bread.

โ€œHe canโ€™t eat it, his jaw is smashed, and he wants you to chew it for him,โ€ said the soldier next to him.

Trent took the crust, and grinding it in his teeth morsel by morsel, passed it back to the starving man.

From time to time mounted orderlies sped to the front, covering them with slush. It was a chilly, silent march through sodden meadows wreathed in fog. Along the railroad embankment across the ditch, another column moved parallel to their own. Trent watched it, a sombre mass, now distinct, now vague, now blotted out in a puff of fog. Once for half-an-hour he lost it, but when again it came into view, he noticed a thin line detach itself from the flank, and, bellying in the middle, swing rapidly to the west. At the same moment a prolonged crackling broke out in the fog in front. Other lines began to slough off from the column, swinging east and west, and the crackling became continuous. A battery passed at full gallop, and he drew back with his comrades to give it way. It went into action a little to the right of his battalion, and as the shot from the first rifled piece boomed through the mist, the cannon from the fortifications opened with a mighty roar. An officer galloped by shouting something which Trent did not catch, but he saw the ranks in front suddenly part company with his own, and disappear in the twilight. More officers rode up and stood beside him peering into the fog. Away in front the crackling had become one prolonged crash. It was dreary waiting. Trent chewed some bread for the man behind, who tried to swallow it, and after a while shook his head, motioning Trent to eat the rest himself. A corporal offered him a little brandy and he drank it, but when he turned around to return the flask, the corporal was lying on the ground. Alarmed, he looked at the soldier next to him, who shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth

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