*THE SILENCE OF COLONEL BRAMBLE* *BY ANDRÉ MAUROIS* TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH LONDON: JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD NEW YORK : JOHN LANE COMPANY MCMXIX WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED, LONDON AND BECCLES, ENGLAND. TO MY WIFE *THE SILENCE OF COLONEL BRAMBLE* *CHAPTER I* The Highland Brigade was holding its regimental boxing match in a fine old Flemish barn in the neighbourhood of Poperinghe. At the end of the evening the general got on to a chair and, in a clear, audible voice, said: "Gentlemen, we have to-day seen some excellent fighting, from which I think we may learn some useful lessons for the more important contest that we shall shortly resume; we must keep our heads, we must keep our eyes open, we must hit seldom but hit hard, and we must fight to a finish." Three cheers made the old barn shake. The motors purred at the door. Colonel Bramble, Major Parker and the French interpreter, Aurelle, went on foot to their billets among the hops and beetroot fields. "We are a curious nation," said Major Parker. "To interest a Frenchman in a boxing match you must tell him that his national honour is at stake. To interest an Englishman in a war you need only suggest that it is a kind of a boxing match. Tell us that the Hun is a barbarian, we agree politely, but tell us that he is a bad sportsman and you rouse the British Empire." "It is the Hun’s fault," said the colonel sadly, "that war is no longer a gentleman’s game." "We never imagined," continued the major, "that such cads existed. Bombing open towns is nearly as unpardonable as fishing for trout with a worm, or shooting a fox." "You must not exaggerate, Parker," said the colonel calmly. "They are not as bad as that yet." Then he asked Aurelle politely if the boxing had amused him. "I particularly admired, sir, the sporting discipline of your men. During the boxing the Highlanders behaved as if they were in church." "The true sporting spirit has always something religious about it," said the major. "A few years ago when the New Zealand football team visited England, and from the first match beat the English teams, the country was as upset as if we had lost this war. Every one in the streets and trains went about with long faces. Then the New Zealanders beat Scotland, then Ireland; the end of the world had come! However, there remained the Welsh. On the day of the match there were one hundred thousand persons on the ground. You know that the Welsh are deeply religious and that their national anthem, ’Land of our Fathers,’ is also a prayer. When the two teams arrived the whole crowd, men and women, exalted and confident, sang this hymn to God before the battle, and the New Zealanders were beaten. Ah, we are a great nation!"