The Greater Love

y. Our convoy alone, if you will, more than compensated, in point of number of troops at least, for the 20,000 who wore the fleur-de-lis at the surrender of Cornwallis. Mere number of troops

sufficient depth of water to accommodate the Leviathan; and, i

he Christian era. The Phonecian, the Carthaginian, the Roman, and the Frank, had each,

lead from London to Paris it held, through

ced caverns of these towering cliffs lived the Pirates of Penzance. The solitude of yonder St. Malo inspired Chateaubriand with hi

ed to the wharfs and formed by companies i

on Barracks. Each of us, on leaving the Leviathan, had been rationed with a sandwich. We had hoped to dejeuner on the wharf before beginning the marc

and speaking distance of the inhabitants. A group of little boys and girls trudged along at our side singing what they no doubt believed to

dly, but quietly and without demonstration. Although it was the highway used by thousands of American troops passing through B

that time, the vestibule of hell! If there is any boy of the A. E. F. who has anything g

f lying hungry and cold on the fog-drenched rocks of Brittany, with a chill wind sweeping up from the neighbor

ers, and who later served as our Chief of Staff. Someone had just remarked that Napoleon used frequently to come to Ponteneuson. "That explains," quietly re

of God which has carried us through many a trial. Our habitation was now the open field, drenched in a dust storm th

these wretched boys had-they were all Americans-were holes they had burrowed in the ground and little shacks they had constructed from odd pi

f France was paying us a call. His motor car, escorted by an outriding troop of French cavalry

ll Volleys for

of the French. No time was lost by the little man in black suit and cravat in starting the review. The long lines of our doughboys, their rifles, with fixed bayonets, flashing

get into line. Glorious news! We were on the move, starting for our training area and thence into the fighting li

and sleep greatly weakened many. Chaplain Kerr, who had entered the service with me at Governor's Island, New York, died of pneumonia, an

ally were they equipped for the comfort of horses. It was sans air brake and sans spring; and when the engineer made up his mind, which he often did, to stop that train, he did so in a manner the most alarming to achin

olor and form of scenes unfamiliar offering views of compelling attraction and delight. Each una

untry roads came to town; their shopping squares stirred to enterprise by signs of "Boulangerie," "Boucherie," "Cafe" and "Menier

cious fruit ready to be gathered; rivers, threading their silvery way through meadow and w

ey was the apparent utter lack of enthusiasm on

e passed through Morlix, home city of Foch; Versailles, and Sennes; and at no place did we hear so much as a single cheer. There

is apparent lack of hospitality more noticeable was difficult to understand. Possibly their impoveri

ig gun firing had reached us in the early dawn, and we were all a-thrill at the thought of mighty things impending. Vaguely the words "Toul,"

" our gallant Division Commander, Brigadier General Baarth, attended by his staff, who had come on ahead of us by way of Paris, greeted us warmly and reviewed the troops. We were the first American soldiers to enter