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Secretly, For Himself. To Ask The Dragoman Would Be Mere Stupid
Questioning which Would Surely Make The Animal Shy. He Tried
To Be Content That Fate Had Given Him This Early Opportunity Of
Dealing with A Medieval Situation With Some Show Of Proper
Form ; That Is To Say, Armed, A-Horse- Back, And In danger. Then
He Could Feel That To The Gods Of The Game He Was Not Laughable,
As When He Rode To Rescue His Love In a Diligence With A Devil-
Dog Yelping a-Top.
With Some Flourish, The Young Captain Presented him To The
Major Who Commanded the Cavalry. This Officer Stood With His
Legs Wide Apart, Eating the Rind Of A Fresh Lemon And Talking
Betimes To Some Of His Officers. The Major Also Beamed upon
Coleman When The Captain Explained that The Gentleman In the
Distinguished-Looking khaki Clothes Wished to Accompany The
Expedition. He At Once Said That He Would Provide Two Troop
Horses For Coleman And The Dragoman. Coleman Thanked fate
For His Behaviour And His Satisfaction Was Not Without A Vestige
Of Surprise. At That Time He Judged it To Be A Remarkable
Amiability Of Individuals, But In later Years He Came To Believe In
Certain Laws Which He Deemed existent Solely For The Benefit Of
War Correspondents. In the Minds Of Governments, War Offices
And Generals They Have No Function Save One Of Disturbance, But
Coleman Deemed it Proven That The Common Men, And Many
Uncommon Men, When They Go Away To The Fighting ground, Out
Of The Sight, Out Of The Hearing of The World Known To Them, And
Are Eager To Perform Feats Of War In this New Place, They Feel An
Absolute Longing for A Spectator. It Is Indeed the Veritable
Coronation Of This World. There Is Not Too Much Vanity Of The
Street In this Desire Of Men To Have Some Disinterested fellows
Perceive Their Deeds. It Is Merely That A Man Doing his Best In the
Middle Of A Sea Of War, Longs To Have People See Him Doing his
Best. This Feeling is Often Notably Serious If, In peace, A Man Has
Done His Worst, Or Part Of His Worst. Coleman Believed that,
Above Everybody, Young, Proud And Brave Subalterns Had This
Itch, But It Existed, Truly Enough, From Lieutenants To Colonels.
None Wanted to Conceal From His Left Hand That His Right Hand
Was Performing a Manly And Valiant Thing, Although There Might
Be Times When An Application Of The Principle Would Be
Immensely Convenient. The War Correspondent Arises, Then, To
Become A Sort Of A Cheap Telescope For The People At Home;
Further Still, There Have Been Fights Where The Eyes Of A Solitary
Man Were The Eyes Of The World; One Spectator, Whose Business
It Was To Transfer, According to His Ability, His Visual Impressions
To Other Minds.
Coleman And His Servant Were Conducted to Two Saddled
Troop Horses, And Beside Them, Waited decently In the Rear Of
The Ranks. The Uniform Of The Troopers Was Of Plain, Dark Green
Cloth And They Were Well And Sensibly Equipped. The Mounts,
However, Had In no Way Been Picked; There Were Little Horses
And Big Horses, Fat Horses And Thin Horses. They Looked the
Result Of A Wild Conscription. Coleman Noted the Faces Of The
Troopers, And They Were Calm Enough Save When A Man
Betrayed himself By Perhaps A Disproportionate Angry Jerk At
The Bridle Of His Restive Horse.
The Major, Artistically Drooping his Cloak From His Left
Shoulder And Tenderly And Musingly Fingering his Long Yellow
Moustache, Rode Slowly To The Middle Of The Line And Wheeled
His Horse To Face His Men. A Bugle Called attention, And Then He
Addressed them In a Loud And Rapid Speech, Which Did Not Seem
To Have An End. Coleman Imagined that The Major Was Paying
Tribute To The Greek Tradition Of The Power Of Oratory. Again The
Trumpet Rang Out, And This Parade Front Swung Off Into Column
Formation. Then Coleman And The Dragoman Trotted at The Tail Of
The Squadron, Restraining with Difficulty Their Horses, Who Could
Not Understand Their New Places In the Procession, And Worked
Feverishly To Regain What They Considered their Positions In life.
The Column Jangled musically Over The Sod, Passing between
Two Hills On One Of Which A Greek Light Battery Was Posted. Its
Men Climbed to The Tops Of Their Interenchments To Witness The
Going of The Cavalry. Then The Column Curved along Over Ditch
And Through Hedge To The Shallows Of The River. Across This
Narrow Stream Was Turkey. Turkey, However, Presented
Nothing to The Eye But A Muddy Bank With Fringes Of Trees Back
Of It. It Seemed to Be A Great Plain With Sparse Collections Of
Foliage Marking it, Whereas The Greek Side, Presented in the
Main A Vista Of High, Gaunt Rocks. Perhaps One Of The First
Effects Of War Upon The Mind, Is A. New Recognition And Fear Of
The Circumscribed ability Of The Eye, Making all Landscape Seem
Inscrutable. The Cavalry Drew Up In platoon Formation On Their
Own. Bank Of The Stream And Waited. If Coleman Had Known
Anything of War, He Would Have Known, From Appearances, That
There Was Nothing in the Immediate Vicinity To, Cause Heart-
Jumping, But As A Matter Of Truth He Was Deeply Moved and
Wondered what Was Hidden, What Was Veiled by Those Trees.
Moreover, The Squadrons Resembled art Old Picture Of A Body Of
Horse Awaiting napoleon'S Order To Charge. In the, Meantime His
Mount Fumed at The Bit, Plunging to Get Back To The Ranks. The
Sky Was, Without A Cloud, And The Sun Rays Swept Down Upon
Them. Sometimes Coleman Was On The Verge Of Addressing the
Dragoman, According to His Anxiety, But In the End
He Simply Told Him To Go To The River And Fill The Can- Teens.
At Last An Order Came, And The First Troop Moved with Muffled
Tumult Across The Bridge. Coleman And His Dragoman Followed
The Last Troop. The Horses Scrambled up The Muddy Bank Much
As If They Were Merely Breaking out Of A Pasture, But Probably All
The Men Felt A Sudden Tightening of Their Muscles. Coleman, In
His Excitement, Felt, More Than He Saw, Glossy Horse Flanks,
Green-Clothed men Chumping in their Saddles, Banging sabres
And Canteens, And Carbines Slanted in line.
There Were Some Greek Infantry In a Trench. They Were
Heavily Overcoated, Despite The Heat, And Some Were Engaged in
Eating loaves Of Round, Thick Bread. They Called out Lustily As
The Cavalry Passed them. The Troopers Smiled slowly,
Somewhat Proudly In response.
Presently There Was Another Halt And Coleman Saw The Major
Trotting busily Here And There, While Troop Commanders Rode Out
To Meet Him. Spreading groups Of Scouts And Flankers Moved off
And Disappeared. Their Dashing young Officer Friend Cantered
Past Them With His Troop At His Heels. He Waved a Joyful Good-
Bye. It Was The Doings Of Cavalry In actual Service, Horsemen
Fanning out In all Forward Directions. There Were Two Troops
Held In reserve, And As They Jangled ahead At A Foot Pace,
Coleman And His Dragoman Followed them.
The Dragoman Was Now Moved to Erect Many Reasons For An
Immediate Return. It Was Plain That He Had No Stomach At All For
This Business, And That He Wished himself Safely Back On The
Other Side Of The River. Coleman Looked at Him Askance. When
These Men Talked together Coleman Might As Well Have Been A
Polar Bear For All He Understood Of It. When He Saw The
Trepidation Of His Dragoman, He Did Not Know What It Foreboded.
In This Situation It Was Not For Him To Say That The Dragoman'S
Fears Were Founded on Nothing. And Ever The Dragoman Raised
His Reasons For A Retreat. Coleman Spoke To Himself. "I Am Just A
Trifle Rattled," He Said To His Heart, And After He Had Communed
For A Time Upon The Duty Of Steadiness, He Addressed the
Dragoman In cool Language. " Now, My Persuasive Friend, Just
Quit All That, Because Business Is Business, And It May Be Rather
Annoying business, But You Will Have To Go Through With It."
Long Afterward, When Ruminating over The Feelings Of That
Morning, He Saw With Some Astonishment That There Was Not A
Single Thing within Sound Or Sight To Cause A Rational Being any
Quaking. He Was Simply Riding with Some Soldiers Over A Vast
Tree-Dotted prairie.
Presently The Commanding officer Turned in his Saddle And
Told The Dragoman That He Was Going to Ride Forward With His
Orderly To Where He Could See The Flanking parties And The
Scouts, And Courteously, With
The Manner Of A Gentleman Entertaining two Guests, He Asked if
The Civilians Cared to Accompany Him. The Dragoman Would Not
Have Passed this Question Correctly On To Coleman If He Had
Thought He Could Have Avoided it, But, With Both Men Regarding
Him, He Considered that A Lie Probably Meant Instant Detection.
He Spoke Almost The Truth, Contenting himself With Merely
Communicating to Coleman In a Subtle Way His Sense That A Ride
Forward With The Commanding officer And His Orderly Would Be
Depressing and Dangerous Occupation. But Coleman
Immediately Accepted the Invitation Mainly Because It Was The
Invitation Of The Major, And In war It Is A Brave Man Who Can
Refuse The Invitation Of A Commanding officer. The Little Party Of
Four Trotted away From The Reserves, Curving in single File About
The Water-Holes. In time They Arrived at Where The Plain Lacked
Trees And Was One Great Green Lake Of Grass; Grass And Scrubs.
On This Expanse They Could See The Greek Horsemen Riding, Mainly
Appearing as Little Black Dots. Far To The Left There Was A Squad
Said To Be Composed of Only Twenty Troopers, But In the
Distance Their Black Mass Seemed to Be A Regiment.
As The Officer And His Guests Advanced they Came In view Of
What One May Call The Shore Of The Plain. The Rise Of Ground Was
Heavily Clad With Trees, And Over The Tops Of Them Appeared the
Cupola And Part Of The Walls Of A Large White House, And There
Were Glimpses Of Huts Near It As If A Village Was Marked. The Black
Specks Seemed to Be Almost To It. The Major Galloped forward
And The Others Followed at His Pace. The House Grew Larger And
Larger And They Came Nearly To The Advance Scouts Who They
Could Now See Were Not Quite Close To The Village. There Had
Been A Deception Of The Eye Precisely As Occurs At Sea. Herds Of
Unguarded sheep Drifted over The Plain And Little Ownerless
Horses, Still Cruelly Hobbled, Leaped painfully Away, Frightened,
As If They Understood That An Anarchy Had Come Upon Them. The
Party Rode Until They Were Very Nearly Up With The Scouts, And
Then From Low Down At The Very Edge Of The Plain There Came A
Long Rattling noise Which Endured as If Some Kind Of Grinding
Machine Had Been Put In motion. Smoke Arose, Faintly Marking
The Position Of An Intrenchment. Sometimes A Swift Spitting
Could Be Heard From The Air Over The Party.
It Was Coleman'S Fortune To Think At First That The Turks Were
Not Firing in his Direction, But As Soon As He Heard The Weird
Voices In the Air He Knew That War Was Upon Him. But It Was
Plain That The Range Was Almost Excessive, Plain Even To His
Ignorance. The Major Looked at Him And Laughed; He Found No
Difficulty In smiling in response. If This Was War, It Could Be
Withstood Somehow. He Could Not At This Time Understand What
A Mere Trifle Was The Present Incident. He Felt Upon His Cheek A
Little Breeze Which Was Moving the Grass-Blades. He Had Tied his
Canteen In a Wrong Place On The Saddle And Every Time The Horse Moved
Quickly The Canteen Banged the Correspondent, To His Annoyance And
Distress, Forcibly On The Knee. He Had Forgotten About His
Dragoman, But Happening to Look Upon That Faithful Servitor, He
Saw Him Gone White With Horror. A Bullet At That Moment
Twanged near His Head And The Slave To Fear Ducked in a Spasm.
Coleman Called the Orderly'S Attention And They Both Laughed
Discreetly. They Made No Pretension Of Being heroes, But They
Saw Plainly That They Were Better Than This Man.
Coleman Said To Him : " How Far Is It Now To Nikopolis ? " The
Dragoman Replied only, With A Look Of Agonized impatience.
But Of Course There Was No Going to Nikopolis That Day. The
Officer Had Advanced his Men As Far As Was Intended by His
Superiors, And Presently They Were All Recalled and Trotted back
To The Bridge. They Crossed it To Their Old Camp.
An Important Part Of Coleman'S Traps Was Back With His
Athenian Horses And Their Groom, But With His Present
Equipment He Could At Least Lie Smoking on His Blankets And
Watch The Dragoman Prepare Food. But He Reflected that For That
Day He Had Only Attained the Simple Discovery That The
Approach To Nikopolis Was Surrounded with Difficulties.
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