Produced by V. L. Simpson, Sally Pursell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) Transcriber's Note: Inconsistent hyphenation and ellipses in the original have been preserved. The table of contents was added. ONE MAN'S INITIATION--1917 BY JOHN DOS PASSOS NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY 1922 TO THOSE WITH WHOM I SAW ROCKETS IN THE SKY A CERTAIN EVENING AT SUNSET ON THE ROAD FROM ERIZE-LA-PETITE TO ERIZE-LA-GRANDE. Table of Contents Chapter I 9 Chapter II 17 Chapter III 22 Chapter IV 31 Chapter V 49 Chapter VI 64 Chapter VII 85 Chapter VIII 107 Chapter IX 109 Chapter X 125 Chapter XI 127 One Man's Initiation--1917 CHAPTER I In the huge shed of the wharf, piled with crates and baggage, broken by gang-planks leading up to ships on either side, a band plays a tinselly Hawaiian tune; people are dancing in and out among the piles of trunks and boxes. There is a scattering of khaki uniforms, and many young men stand in groups laughing and talking in voices pitched shrill with excitement. In the brown light of the wharf, full of rows of yellow crates and barrels and sacks, full of racket of cranes, among which winds in and out the trivial lilt of the Hawaiian tune, there is a flutter of gay dresses and coloured hats of women, and white handkerchiefs. The booming reverberation of the ship's whistle drowns all other sound. After it the noise of farewells rises shrill. White handkerchiefs are agitated in the brown light of the shed. Ropes crack in pulleys as the gang-planks are raised. Again, at the pierhead, white handkerchiefs and cheering and a flutter of coloured dresses. On the wharf building a flag spreads exultingly against the azure afternoon sky. Rosy yellow and drab purple, the buildings of New York slide together into a pyramid above brown smudges of smoke standing out in the water, linked to the land by the dark curves of the bridges. In the fresh harbour wind comes now and then a salt-wafting breath off the sea. Martin Howe stands in the stern that trembles with the vibrating push of the screw. A boy standing beside him turns and asks in a tremulous voice, "This your first time across?" "Yes.... Yours?" "Yes.... I never used to think that at nineteen I'd be crossing the Atlantic to go to a war in France." The boy caught himself up suddenly and blushed. Then swallowing a lump in his throat he said, "It ought to be time to eat." "_God help Kaiser Bill! O-o-o old Uncle Sam. He's got the cavalry, He's got the infantry He's got the artillery; And then by God we'll all go to Germany! God help Kaiser Bill!_"