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Measure. But When The Correspondent Raised
His Eyes He Saw The Captain Of The Battery Looking at Him, His
Teeth Still Showing in a Smile, As If His Information, Whether True
Or False, Had Been Given To Convince The Foreigner That The
Greeks Were A Very Superior And Brave People, Notably One Little
Officer Of Artillery. He Had Apparently Assumed that Coleman
Would Balk From Venturing with Such A Force Upon An Excursion
To Trifle With The Rear Of A Hard Fighting ottoman Army. He
Exceedingly Disliked that Man, Sitting up There On His Tall Horse
And Grinning like A Cruel Little Ape With A Secret. In truth,
Coleman Was Taken Back At The Outlook, But He Could No More Refrain
From Instantly Accepting this Half-Concealed challenge Than He Could
Have Refrained from Resenting an Ordinary Form Of Insult. His Mind Was
Not At Peace, But The Small Vanities Are Very Large. He Was Perfectly
Aware That He Was, Being misled into The Thing by An Odd Pride, But
Anyhow, It Easily Might Turn Out To Be A Stroke Upon The Doors Of
Nikopolis. He Nodded and Smiled at The Officer In grateful
Acknowledgment Of His Service.
The Infantry Was Moving steadily A-Field. Black Blocks Of Men
Were Trailing in column Slowly Over The Plain. They Were Not
Unlike The Backs Of Dominoes On A Green Baize Table ; They Were
So Vivid, So Startling. The Correspondent And His Servant
Followed them. Eventually They Overtook Two Companies In
Command Of A Captain, Who Seemed immensely Glad To Have The
Strangers With Him. As They Marched, The Captain Spoke Through
The Dragoman Upon The Virtues Of His Men, Announcing with
Other News The Fact That His First Sergeant Was The Bravest Man In
The World.
A Number Of Columns Were Moving across The Plain Parallel To
Their Line Of March, And The Whole Force Seemed to Have Orders
To Halt When They Reached a Long Ditch About Four Hundred yards
From Where The Shore Of The Plain Arose To The Luxuriant Groves
With The Cupola Of The Big White House Sticking above Them. The
Soldiers Lay Along The Ditch, And The Bravest Man In the World
Spread His Blanket On The Ground For The Captain, Coleman And
Himself. During a Long Pause Coleman Tried to Elucidate The Question
Of Why The Greek Soldiers Wore Heavy Overcoats, Even In the Bitter
Heat Of Midday, But He Could Only Learn That The Dews, When They
Came, Were Very Destructive To The Lungs, Further, He Convinced himself
Anew That Talking through An Interpreter To The Minds Of Other
Men Was As Satisfactory As Looking at Landscape Through A
Stained glass Window.
After A Time There Was, In front, A Stir Near Where A Curious
Hedge Of Dry Brambles Seemed to Outline Some Sort Of A Garden
Patch. Many Of The Soldiers Exclaimed and Raised their Guns. But
There Seemed to Come A General Understanding to The Line That It
Was Wrong To Fire. Then Presently Into The Open Came A Dirty
Brown Figure, And Coleman Could See Through His Glasses That
Its Head Was Crowned with A Dirty Fez Which Had Once Been
White. This Indicated that The Figure Was That Of One Of The
Christian Peasants Of Epirus. Obedient To The Captain, The
Sergeant Arose And Waved invitation. The Peasant Wavered,
Changed his Mind, Was Obviously Terror-Stricken, Regained
Confidence And Then Began To Advance Circuitously Toward
The Greek Lines. When He Arrived within Hailing dis- Tance, The
Captain, The Sergeant, Coleman'S Dragoman And Many Of The
Soldiers Yelled human Messages, And A Moment Later He Was
Seen To Be A Poor, Yellow-Faced stripling with A Body Which
Seemed to Have Been First Twisted by An Ill-Birth And Afterward
Maimed by Either Labour Or Oppression, These Being often
Identical In their Effects.
His Reception Of The Greek Soldiery Was No Less Fervid Than
Their Welcome Of Him To Their Protection. He Threw His Grimy Fez
In The Air And Croaked out Cheers, While Tears Wet His Cheeks.
When He Had Come Upon The Right Side Of The Ditch He Ran
Capering among Them And The Captain, The Sergeant, The
Dragoman And A Number Of Soldiers Received wild Embraces And
Kisses. He Made A Dash At Coleman, But Coleman Was Now Wary
In The Game, And Retired dexterously Behind Different Groups
With A Finished appearance Of Not Noting that The Young Man
Wished to Greet Him.
Behind The Hedge Of Dry Brambles There Were More
Indications Of Life, And The Peasant Stood Up And Made
Beseeching gestures. Soon A Whole Flock Of Miserable People
Had Come Out To The Greeks, Men, Women And Children, In crude
And Comic Smocks, Prancing here And There, Uproariously
Embracing and Kissing their Deliverers. An Old, Tearful, Toothless
Hag Flung Herself Rapturously Into The Arms Of The Captain, And
Coleman'S Brick-And-Iron Soul Was Moved to Admiration
At The Way In which The Officer Administered a Chaste Salute
Upon The Furrowed cheek. The Dragoman Told The
Correspondent That The Turks Had Run Away From The Village On
Up A Valley Toward Jannina. Everybody Was Proud And Happy.
A Major Of Infantry Came From The Rear At This Time And Asked
The Captain In sharp Tones Who Were The Two Strangers In
Civilian Attire. When The Captain Had Answered correctly The
Major Was Immediately Mollified, And Had It Announced to The
Correspondent That His Battalion Was Going to Move
Immediately Into The Village, And That He Would Be Delighted to
Have His Company.
The Major Strode At The Head Of His Men With The Group Of
Villagers Singing and Dancing about Him And Looking upon Him
As If He Were A God. Coleman And The Dragoman, At The Officer'S
Request, Marched one On Either Side Of Him, And In this Manner
They Entered the Village. From All Sorts Of Hedges And Thickets,
People Came Creeping out To Pass Into A Delirium Of Joy. The
Major Borrowed three Little Pack Horses With Rope-Bridles, And
Thus Mounted and Followed by The Clanking column, They Rode
On In triumph.
It Was Probably More Of A True Festival Than Most Men
Experience Even In the Longest Life Time. The Major With His
Greek Instinct Of Drama Was A Splendid Personification Of Poetic
Quality; In fact He Was Himself Almost A Lyric. From Time To Time
He Glanced back At Coleman With Eyes Half Dimmed with Appreciation.
The People Gathered flowers, Great Blossoms Of Purple And Corn Colour.
They Sprinkled them Over The Three Horsemen And Flung Them
Deliriously Under The Feet Of The Little Nags. Being now Mounted
Coleman Had No Difficulty In avoiding the Embraces Of The
Peasants, But He Felt To The Tips Of His Toes An Abandonment To A
Kind Of Pleasure With Which He Was Not At All Familiar. Riding
Thus Amid Cries Of Thanksgiving addressed at Him Equally With
The Others, He Felt A Burning virtue And Quite Lost His Old Self In
An Illusion Of Noble Be. Nignity. And There Continued the
Fragrant Hail Of Blossoms.
Miserable Little Huts Straggled along The Sides Of The Village
Street As If They Were Following at The Heels Of The Great White
House Of The Bey. The Column Proceeded northward,
Announcing laughingly To The Glad Villagers That They Would
Never See Another Turk. Before Them On The Road Was Here And
There A Fez From The Head Of A Fled turkish Soldier And They Lay
Like Drops Of Blood From Some Wounded leviathan. Ultimately It
Grew Cloudy. It Even Rained slightly. In the Misty Downfall The
Column Of Soldiers In blue Was Dim As If It Were Merely A Long
Trail Of Low-Hung Smoke.
They Came To The Ruins Of A Church And There The Major
Halted his Battalion. Coleman Worried at His Dragoman To
Learn If The Halt Was Only Temporary. It Was A Long Time Before
There Was Answer From The Major, For He Had Drawn Up His Men In platoons
And Was Addressing them In a Speech As Interminable As Any That
Coleman Had Heard In greece. The Officer Waved his Arms And
Roared out Evidently The Glories Of Patriotism And Soldierly
Honour, The Glories Of Their Ancient People, And He May Have
Included any Subject In this Wonderful Speech, For The Reason
That He Had Plenty Of Time In which To Do It. It Was Impossible To
Tell Whether The Oration Was A Good One Or Bad One, Because The
Men Stood In their Loose Platoons Without Discernible Feelings
As If To Them This Appeared merely As One Of The Inevitable
Consequences Of A Campaign, An Established rule Of Warfare.
Coleman Ate Black Bread And Chocolate Tablets While The
Dragoman Hovered near The Major With The Intention Of
Pouncing upon Him For Information As Soon As His Lungs Yielded
To The Strain Upon Them.
The Dragoman At Last Returned with A Very Long Verbal
Treatise From The Major, Who Apparently Had Not Been As
Exhausted after His Speech To The Men As One Would Think. The
Major Had Said That He Had Been Ordered to Halt Here To Form A
Junction With Some Of The Troops Coming direct From Arta, And
That He Expected that In the Morning the Army Would Be
Divided and One Wing would Chase The Retreating turks On
Toward Jannina, While The Other Wing would Advance Upon
Prevasa Because The Enemy Had A Garrison There Which Had Not
Retreated an Inch, And, Although It Was
Cut Off, It Was Necessary To Send Either A Force To Hold It In its
Place Or A Larger Force To Go Through With The Business Of
Capturing it. Else There Would Be Left In the Rear Of The Left Flank
Of A Greek Advance Upon Jannina A Body Of The Enemy Which At
Any Moment Might Become Active. The Major Said That His
Battalion Would Probably Form Part Of The Force To Advance
Upon Prevasa. Nikopolis Was On The Road To Prevasa And Only
Three Miles Away From It.
Chapter 10Coleman Spent A Long Afternoon In the Drizzle Enveloped in
His Macintosh He Sat On A Boulder In the Lee Of One Of The Old
Walls And Moodily Smoked cigars And Listened to The Ceaseless
Clatter Of Tongues. A Ray Of Light Penetrated the Mind Of The
Dragoman And He Laboured assiduously With Wet Fuel Until He
Had Accomplished a Tin Mug Of Coffee. Bits Of Cinder Floated in
It, But Coleman Rejoiced and Was Kind To The Dragoman.
The Night Was Of Cruel Monotony. Afflicted by The Wind And
The Darkness, The Correspondent Sat With Nerves Keyed high
Waiting to Hear The Pickets Open Fire On A Night Attack. He Was
So Unaccountably Sure That There Would Be A Tumult And Panic
Of This Kind At Some Time Of The Night That He Prevented himself
From Getting a Reasonable Amount Of Rest. He Could Hear The
Soldiers Breathing in sleep All About Him. He Wished to Arouse
Them From This Slumber Which, To His Ignorance, Seemed stupid.
The Quality Of Mysterious Menace In the Great Gloom And The
Silence Would Have Caused him To Pray If Prayer Would Have
Transported him Magically To New York And Made Him A Young
Man With No Coat Playing billiards At His Club.
The Chill Dawn Came At Last And With A Fine Elation Which Ever
Follows A Dismal Night In war; An Elation Which Bounds In the
Bosom As Soon As Day Has Knocked the Shackles From A
Trembling mind. Although Coleman Had Slept But A Short Time He
Was Now As Fresh As A Total Abstainer Coming from The Bath. He
Heard The Creak Of Battery Wheels; He Saw Crawling bodies Of
Infantry Moving in the Dim Light Like Ghostly Processions. He Felt
A Tremendous Virility Come With This New Hope In the Daylight.
He Again Took Satis. Faction In his Sentimental Journey. It Was A
Shining affair. He Was On Active Service, An Active Service Of The
Heart, And He' Felt That He Was A Strong Man Ready To Conquer
Difficulty Even As The Olden Heroes Conquered difficulty. He
Imagined himself In a Way Like Them. He, Too, Had Come Out To
Fight For Love With Giants, Dragons And Witches. He Had Never
Known That He Could Be So Pleased with That Kind Of A Parallel.
The Dragoman Announced that The Major Had
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