a military official, "to encourage any other idea?" "'My
comrades were afraid,' said this German sergeant. 'They cried out to me
that the Indians would kill their prisoners, and that we should die if
we surrendered. But I said, 'That is not true, comrades, and is only a
tale. Let us go forward with our hands up.' So in that way we went, and
the Indian horsemen closed about us, and I spoke to one of them, asking
for mercy for our men, and he was very kind and a gentleman, and we
surrendered to him safely.' He was glad to be alive, this man from
Wiesbaden. He showed me the portrait of his wife and boy, and cried a
little, saying that the German people did not make the war, but had to
fight for their country when told to fight, like other men.... He waved
his hand back to the woodlands, and remembered the terror of the place
from which he had just come. 'Over there it was worse than death.'" Yes,
and "If any man were to draw the picture of those things or to tell them
more nakedly than I have told them, because now is not the time, nor
this the place, no man or woman would dare to speak again of war's
'glory,' or of 'the splendour of war,' or any of those old lying phrases
which hide the dreadful truth." (Philip Gibbs in the _Daily Chronicle_,
July 18, 1916.)

THE CIVILIAN'S HATE.

Yet, appalling as modern war is, there are things which some soldiers
find worse. When I spoke to an old friend of mine about a popular print
that disseminates hatred he said, "Whenever I see that paper it makes my
blood run cold." Yet in one of the charges which that man had faced only
about a quarter of his company came back. That charge was to him less
hideous than some newspaper malice--a malice which is so often a matter
of business. Since then my friend has given his life, and has left in
one heart a desolation that is worse than death. But in that heart there
is no hate, only sympathy for all the sorrow, both on this side and the
other.

Mr. Frederick Niven tells us the impressions of a wounded soldier who
saw the Zeppelin burned at Cuffley. "What stuck in his mind was the
roars that occurred when the airship took fire and began to come sagging
and flaming down. 'It reminded me of what I have read of "Thumbs down"
in the arenas of ancient Rome. It was the most terrible thing I have
heard in my life. I've heard some cheering at the front, but this was
different. Nothing out there had quite the same horrible sound.'" The
difference can