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llage。 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 sheltering them from the enemy's fire。 On a sunny day； the arrival of their automobile would have been saluted with a shell。 〃That is war；〃 he concluded。 〃One is always near to death without seeing it。〃
The two recalled the warning of the general with whom they had dined the day before： 〃Be very careful！ The war of the trenches is treacherous。〃
In the sweep of plains unrolled before them； not a man was visible。 It seemed like a country Sunday； when the farmers are in their homes； and the land scene lying in silent meditation。 Some shapeless objects could be seen in the fields； like agricultural implements deserted for a day of rest。 Perhaps they were broken automobiles； or artillery carriages destroyed by the force of their volleys。
〃This way；〃 said the officer who had added four soldiers to the party to carry the various bags and packages which Desnoyers had brought out on the roof of the automobile。
They proceeded in a single file the length of a wall of blackened bricks； down a steep hill。 After a few steps the surface of the ground was about to their knees； further on； up to their waists； and thus they disappeared within the earth； seeing above their heads； only a narrow strip of sky。 They were now under the open field； having left behind them the mass of ruins that hid the entrance of the road。 They were advancing in an absurd way； as though they scorned direct linesin zig…zags； in curves； in angles。 Other pathways； no less complicated； branched off from this ditch which was the central avenue of an immense subterranean cavity。 They walked 。 。 。 and walked 。 。 。 and walked。 A quarter of an hour went by； a half； an entire hour。 Lacour and his friend thought longingly of the roadways flanked with trees； of their tramp in the open air where they could see the sky and meadows。 They were not going twenty steps in the same direction。 The official marching ahead was every moment vanishing around a new bend。 Those who were coming behind were panting and talking unseen； having to quicken their steps in order not to lose sight of the party。 Every now and then they had to halt in order to unite and count the little band； to make sure that no one had been lost in a transverse gallery。 The ground was exceedingly slippery； in some places almost liquid mud； white and caustic like the drip from the scaffolding of a house in the course of construction。
The thump of their footsteps； and the friction of their shoulders； brought down chunks of earth and smooth stones from the sides。 Little by little they climbed through the main artery of this underground body and the veins connected with it。 Again they were near the surface where it required but little effort to see the blue above the earth…works。 But here the fields were uncultivated； surrounded with wire fences； yet with the same appearance of Sabbath calm。 Knowing by sad experience； what curiosity oftentimes cost； the official would not permit them to linger here。 〃Keep right ahead！ Forward march！〃
For an hour and a half the party kept doggedly on until the senior members became greatly bewildered and fatigued by their serpentine meanderings。 They could no longer tell whether they were advancing or receding； the sudden steeps and the continual turning bringing on an attack of vertigo。
〃Have we much further to go？〃 asked the senator。
〃There！〃 responded the guide pointing to some heaps of earth above them。 〃There〃 was a bell tower surrounded by a few charred houses that could be seen a long ways offthe remains of a hamlet which had been taken and retaken by both sides。
By going in a direct line on the surface they would have compassed this distance in half an hour。 To the angles of the underground road； arranged to impede the advance of an enemy； there had been added the obstacles of campaign fortification； tunnels cut with wire lattice work； large hanging cages of wire which； on falling； could block the passage and enable the defenders to open fire across their gratings。
They began to meet soldiers with packs and pails of water who were soon lost in the tortuous cross roads。 Some； seated on piles of wood； were smiling as they read a little periodical published in the trenches。
The soldiers stepped aside to make way for the visiting procession； bearded and curious faces peeping out of the alleyways。 Afar off sounded a crackling of short snaps as though at the end of the winding lanes were a shooting lodge where a group of sportsmen were killing pigeons。
The morning was still cloudy and cold。 In spite of the humid atmosphere； a buzzing like that of a horsefly； hummed several times above the two visitors。
〃Bullets！〃 said their conductor laconically。
Desnoyers meanwhile had lowered his head a little。 he knew perfectly well that insectivorous sound。 The senator walked on more briskly； temporarily forgetting his weariness。
They came to a halt before a lieutenant…colonel who received them like an engineer exhibiting his workshops； like a naval officer showing off the batteries and turrets of his battleships。 He was the Chief of the battalion