The Girl from Alsace: A Romance of the Great War, Originally Published under the Title of Little Comrade — John Shaqi
The Girl from Alsace: A Romance of the Great War, Originally Published under the Title of Little ComradeStevenson, Burton Egbert
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The Girl from Alsace: A Romance of the Great War, Originally Published under the Title of Little Comrade
Stevenson, Burton Egbert
Alsace (France) -- Fiction; War stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
As they crossed the Domhof and skirted the rear of the cathedral,
Stewart noticed that many of the shops were locked and shuttered, and
that the street seemed strangely deserted. Only as they neared the
station did the crowd increase. It was evident that many tourists,
warned, perhaps, as Stewart had been, had made up their minds to get out
of Germany; but the train drawn up beside the platform was a long one,
and there was room for everybody. It was a good-humored crowd, rather
inclined to laugh at its own fears and to protest that this journey was
entirely in accordance with a pre-arranged schedule; but it grew quieter
and quieter as moment after moment passed and the train did not start.
That a German train should not start precisely on time was certainly
unusual; that it should wait for twenty minutes beyond that time was
staggering. But the station-master, pacing solemnly up and down the
platform, paid no heed to the inquiries addressed to him, and the guards
answered only by a shake of the head which might mean anything. Then,
quite suddenly, above the noises of the station, menacing and insistent
came the low, ceaseless shuffle of approaching feet.
A moment later the head of an infantry column appeared at the station
entrance. It halted there, and an officer, in a long, gray cape that
fell to his ankles, strode toward the station-master, who hastened to
meet him. There was a moment's conference, and then the station-master,
saluting for the tenth time, turned to the expectant guards.
"Clear the train!" he shouted in stentorian German, and the guards
sprang eagerly to obey.
The scene which followed is quite indescribable. All the Germans in the
train hastened to get off, as did everybody else who understood what was
demanded and knew anything of the methods of militarism. But many did
not understand; a few who did made the mistake of standing upon what
they conceived to be their rights and refusing to be separated from
their luggage--and all alike, men, women, and children, were yanked from
their seats and deposited upon the platform. Some were deposited upon
their feet--but not many. Women screamed as rough and seemingly hostile
hands were laid upon them; men, red and inarticulate with anger,
attempted ineffectually to resist. In a moment one and all found
themselves shut off by a line of police which had suddenly appeared from
nowhere and drawn up before the train.
Then a whistle sounded and the soldiers began to file into the carriages
in the most systematic manner. Twenty-four men entered each
compartment--ten sitting down and fourteen standing up or sitting upon
the others' laps. Each coach, therefore, held one hundred and
forty-four; and the battalion of seven hundred and twenty men exactly
filled five coaches--just as the General Staff had long ago figured that
it should.
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