The Soul of the War

ertainty came to me that a summons of war would come to England, asking for her manhood. Perhaps it would come to-night. The second mate of the boat came to the si

said, in a

asked, in the same tone of voice. We s

n, I should say, if they thought they could catch us napping

the harbour, caught here and there by a glint of metal reflected in the

e Channel. . . . The Reserve men have been called out- taken off the trams

in, and it was some minu

t of the way were happening. And yet, in a few hours, maybe, there'll be Hell!

asked, pointing t

am of light, and in the glare of it there passed along the surfac

t, by all these lights. They know something'

laugh, but it ha