Short stories, English; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
He led the way to a little wooden shack close under the lee of the
precipice. Within, the walls were decorated with a number of scathingly
satirical drawings of the _Tedeschi_; some extremely clever studies
of the mountains in their different aspects of light--sunset and
dawn, moonlight. The host, perceiving the captain's glance, made a
deprecatory gesture.
"What I am reduced to, _signor capitano_! And I might be blowing the
Austrians out of their eyries!" He was typical of that new Italy which,
while it cannot cease to be artistic, holds all of small account that
is not war against the Austrian. He filled the glasses, raised his own,
half turned to a portrait of Gabriele d'Annunzio that shared with the
King the honours of the wall. "_Per la più grande Italia!_"
"_Per la più grande Italia!_" Both officers drank the toast. "To-morrow
morning she will be a little greater if the fates are kind," added the
captain.
A few minutes later he was lying full-length in a narrow low-sided
cage, suspended from a pulley on a thick wire-rope, and being hauled
up, with much creaking and strident protest of the pulley-wheel and
vicious jerking of the loose rope, to the summit of the cliff.
There he was again in a scene of activity. Broad-shouldered porters
in frayed and much-worn Territorial uniforms were bearing away the
ammunition boxes that had arrived at the summit, carrying them towards
the next station of the _Teleferica_. The captain followed in their
track.
The wire-rope railway ran in short sections from station to station.
The gaps between the sections--stretches of comparatively level
ground--were filled by the sturdy Alpine porters or, in the case of
longer distances, by pack-mules. It was the line of communications
to the sector of the front immediately ahead--a front that for the
most part of 450 miles is thrust out amid the eternal snows of lofty
mountains, along the edges of deep chasms, upon the knife-ridges of
_arêtes_, across the Arctic desolation of glacier and _neve_. Over it
was transported food and ammunition, light guns, clothing, equipment,
all the necessaries for an army in action. By it descended the wounded
and the sick, the unwanted stores.
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