Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; War stories
Then, of course, there was bustle and hurry all over the land. Not
that the calling up of the army reserves caused much stir, for I think
there were only about 5,000 altogether, and a good many of these
were not to be found when the time came; but recruiting was going on
all over the country, with a tremendous high bounty, 50,000 more men
having been voted for the army. Then there was a Ballot Bill passed
for adding 55,500 men to the militia; why a round number was not fixed
on I don’t know, but the Prime Minister said that this was the exact
quota wanted to put the defences of the country on a sound footing.
Then the shipbuilding that began! Ironclads, despatch-boats, gunboats,
monitors,--every building-yard in the country got its job, and they
were offering ten shillings a day wages for anybody who could drive a
rivet. This didn’t improve the recruiting, you may suppose. I remember,
too, there was a squabble in the House of Commons about whether
artisans should be drawn for the ballot, as they were so much wanted,
and I think they got an exemption. This sent numbers to the yards;
and if we had had a couple of years to prepare instead of a couple of
weeks, I daresay we should have done very well.
It was on a Monday that the declaration of war was announced, and in a
few hours we got our first inkling of the sort of preparation the enemy
had made for the event which they had really brought about, although
the actual declaration was made by us. A pious appeal to the God of
battles, whom it was said we had aroused, was telegraphed back; and
from that moment all communication with the north of Europe was cut
off. Our embassies and legations were packed off at an hour’s notice,
and it was as if we had suddenly come back to the middle ages. The dumb
astonishment visible all over London the next morning, when the papers
came out void of news, merely hinting at what had happened, was one of
the most startling things in this war of surprises. But everything had
been arranged beforehand; nor ought we to have been surprised, for we
had seen the same Power, only a few months before, move down half a
million of men on a few days’ notice, to conquer the greatest military
nation in Europe, with no more fuss than our War Office used to make
over the transport of a brigade from Aldershot to Brighton,--and this,
too, without the allies it had now. What happened now was not a bit
more wonderful in reality; but people of this country could not bring
themselves to believe that what had never occurred before to England
could ever possibly happen. Like our neighbours, we became wise when it
was too late.
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