France -- Civilization -- 1901-1945; France -- Description and travel
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[Illustration: Where the Sabots
Clatter Again by Katherine Shortall]
[Illustration: Katherine Shortall (autograph), December 1921]
_The Radcliffe Unit in France collaborated with the French Red Cross in
its work of reconstruction after the Armistice. It was as a member of
this unit and as chauffeuse in the devastated regions that the writer
received the impressions set forth in these sketches._
Where the Sabots Clatter Again
by Katherine Shortall
[Illustration: street scene]
Ralph Fletcher Seymour
Publisher
410 S. Michigan Avenue
Chicago
PUBLISHED FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE
RADCLIFFE COLLEGE ENDOWMENT FUND
IN AN EDITION LIMITED TO 150 COPIES
SECOND EDITION OF 150 COPIES
1921
WHERE THE SABOTS CLATTER AGAIN.
THE BRIDE OF NOYON.
A returning flush upon the plain. Streaks of color across a mangled
landscape: the gentle concealment of shell hole and trench. This is what
one saw, even in the summer of 1919. For the sap was running, and a new
invasion was occurring. Legions of tender blades pushed over the haggard
No Man's Land, while reckless poppies scattered through the ranks of
green, to be followed by the shyer starry sisters in blue and white.
Irrepressibly these floral throngs advanced over the shell torn spaces,
crowding, mingling and bending together in a rainbow riot beneath the
winds that blew them. They were the vanguard.
* * * * *
In the midst of the reviving fields lay Noyon: Noyon, that gem of the
Oise, whose delicate outline of spires and soft tinted roofs had graced
the wide valley for centuries. Today the little city lay blanched and
shapeless between the hills, as all towns were left that stood in the
path of the armies. The cathedral alone reared its battered bulk in the
midst; a resisting pile, its two grim and blunted towers frowning into
the sky. Nobly Gothic through all the shattering, the great church rose
out of the wreckage, with flying buttresses still outspread like
brooding wings to the dead houses that had sunk about her.
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