The Children of France: A Book of Stories of the Heroism and Self-sacrifice of Youthful Patriots of France During the Great WarRoyce, Ruth
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The Children of France: A Book of Stories of the Heroism and Self-sacrifice of Youthful Patriots of France During the Great War
Royce, Ruth
World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile literature
"There, before Henri's eyes, was a small German army, all branches of
the service being represented. His association with the French Army
enabled him to observe very closely and understand what he saw. And in
this instance his observation told him that the Prussians were
preparing for battle; he knew, too, that the orders he was carrying
had to do with the very preparations he was witnessing. After fully
satisfying his curiosity Henri plunged again into the forest, using
great caution and watching keenly for stray Prussians. Finally he
reached the brush again, being now free of the forest itself.
"'Halt!'
"The command brought him up standing. He rarely had been caught
napping, but drew a breath of relief when he saw that the sentry who
had halted him was in the uniform of his own army.
"'France!' was the boy's answer to the challenge. 'I have a letter for
your commander.'
"'Pass!'
"Henri easily found his way to the commander's headquarters and
delivered the letter intended for him.
"'You are going further?' questioned the officer.
"'Yes, sir. I have other orders to deliver.'
"'You had better watch closely that you are not captured,' warned the
commander. 'The country through which you go is full of Prussians, and
they are ugly. Be cautious.'
"Assuring the officer that he would use due caution, Henri went on his
way, apparently without a care in the world. He was a most innocent
appearing boy and it would be keen eyes indeed that would suspect him
of being other than what he appeared, an irresponsible child.
"Henri now began to see German uniforms on all sides. They were
increasing in numbers.
"'Henri never will get through, this with his letter,' grumbled the
lad. 'I must act while there is yet time.' Crouching down and
watching the Prussians a few moments, he finally drew the remaining
letter from his blouse; he read it carefully several times, read it
until he had memorized every word of it. Having done this, the child
tore the letter in bits and, munching them thoroughly, calmly
swallowed them with a great gulp.
"'Ugh!' he grunted, making a wry face. 'That is not pleasant food, but
if the Boches can read the letter now their eyes are sharp indeed.
Henri carries his knowledge in his stomach. A queer place for
knowledge, but a good place when there are Boches about. Now I shall
be going.'
"He did not get far. The lad was halted shortly after leaving his
cover. Germans sprang up on all sides of him. He saw that he had
stumbled into a nest of them and that there was no escape.
"'What would you of me? I have done nothing,' cried the boy when he
was roughly dragged before an officer. 'I go to my parents in yonder
village.'
"'Is it for that that you crawl along and hide yourself as a spy?'
demanded the officer sternly.
"'I saw the soldiers and I was afraid,' he whimpered.
"'Take him away!' ordered the officer.
"'Take me where? You can see I have nothing. I am but a poor peasant
boy who could do no harm even if he would.'
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