The American is more violent in his feelings than the Briton, and much more inclined to say what he thinks; and I found these boys--to use the expressive phrase of one of them--"mad clean through" at the Hun pirate and all he stands for. America--with more time to do that sort of thing--has undoubtedly gone farther than any other country in the war in trying to give her soldiers and sailors a proper idea of the beast they have been sent out to slay. These lessons seem to have sunk home with all of them, and when it has been supplemented--as in the case of the sailors in the destroyers--by the first-hand teachings of the Huns themselves, it generally leaves a man in something like the proper state of mind for the task in hand. Not that I really think any of the Americans, when they have the chance, as happens every now and then, will carry out all the little plans they claim to be maturing, but--well, if I was an exponent of the U-boat branch of German kultur, and my _unterseeboot_ was depth-charged by a British and an American destroyer, and I came sputtering up to the surface midway between them, I don't think I would strike out for the lifebuoy trailing over the quarter of the one flying the Stars and Stripes. I may be wrong, but somehow I have the feeling that the Briton--be he soldier, sailor, or civilian--hasn't quite the same capacity as the Yank for keeping up the temperature of his passion, for feeling "mad clean through." Joining another group bunched in the lee of a tier of meat-safes, I chanced upon a debate which threw an illuminative beam on the feelings of what might once have been classified as hyphenated Americans. At first the whole six or eight of them, in all harmony and unanimity, had been engaged in cursing Sinn Feiners, with whom it appeared they had been having considerable contact--physical and otherwise--in the course of the last few months. Then one of the more rabid of them on this particular subject--he and one of his mates had been waylaid and beaten by a dozen hulking young Irishmen who resented the attentions the Yankees were receiving from the local girls--threw a bone of dissension into the ring by declaring that a Sinn Feiner was as bad as a Hun and ought to be treated the same way. The most of them could hardly bring themselves to agree to this, but in the rather mixed argument which followed it transpired that the lad who had led the attack on Sinn Fein was named Morarity and had been born in Cork, and that the one who maintained that nothing on two legs, not even a Sinn Feiner, was as "ornery as a Hun," was named Steinholz, and had been born in St. Louis of German parents.