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ANOTHER SHEAF
BY
JOHN GALSWORTHY
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1919
Copyright, 1919, by
Charles Scribner's Sons
Published January, 1919
Copyright, 1917, by THE CROWELL PUBLISHING CO.
Copyright, 1918, by HARPER & BROTHERS
Copyright, 1918, by THE YALE PUBLISHING ASSN., Inc.
TO MORLEY ROBERTS
CONTENTS
PAGE
THE ROAD 1
THE SACRED WORK 4
BALANCE SHEET OF THE SOLDIER-WORKMAN 14
THE CHILDREN'S JEWEL FUND 46
FRANCE, 1916-1917--AN IMPRESSION 53
ENGLISHMAN AND RUSSIAN 82
AMERICAN AND BRITON 88
ANGLO-AMERICAN DRAMA AND ITS FUTURE 112
SPECULATIONS 140
THE LAND, 1917 169
THE LAND, 1918 205
GROTESQUES 245
ANOTHER SHEAF
THE ROAD
The road stretched in a pale, straight streak, narrowing to a mere
thread at the limit of vision--the only living thing in the wild
darkness. All was very still. It had been raining; the wet heather and
the pines gave forth scent, and little gusty shivers shook the dripping
birch trees. In the pools of sky, between broken clouds, a few stars
shone, and half of a thin moon was seen from time to time, like the
fragment of a silver horn held up there in an invisible hand, waiting to
be blown.
Hard to say when I first became aware that there was movement on the
road, little specks of darkness on it far away, till its end was
blackened out of sight, and it seemed to shorten towards me. Whatever
was coming darkened it as an invading army of ants will darken a streak
of sunlight on sand strewn with pine needles. Slowly this shadow crept
along till it had covered all but the last dip and rise; and still it
crept forward in that eerie way, as yet too far off for sound.
Then began the voice of it in the dripping stillness, a tramping of
weary feet, and I could tell that this advancing shadow was formed of
men, millions of them moving all at one speed, very slowly, as if
regulated by the march of the most tired among them. They had blotted
out the road, now, from a few yards away to the horizon; and suddenly,
in the dusk, a face showed.
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