ser folks it is a trimming we can well do without.'

I nodded my approval.

'I am not merciful,' he went on, as if I needed telling that. 'If any
man stands in my way I trample the life out of him. That is the German
fashion. That is what has made us great. We do not make war with
lavender gloves and fine phrases, but with hard steel and hard brains.
We Germans will cure the green-sickness of the world. The nations rise
against us. Pouf! They are soft flesh, and flesh cannot resist iron.
The shining ploughshare will cut its way through acres of mud.'

I hastened to add that these were also my opinions.

'What the hell do your opinions matter? You are a thick-headed boor of
the veld ... Not but what,' he added, 'there is metal in you slow
Dutchmen once we Germans have had the forging of it!'

The winter evening closed in, and I saw that we had come out of the
hills and were in flat country. Sometimes a big sweep of river showed,
and, looking out at one station I saw a funny church with a thing like
an onion on top of its spire. It might almost have been a mosque,
judging from the pictures I remembered of mosques. I wished to heaven
I had given geography more attention in my time.

Presently we stopped, and Stumm led the way out. The train must have
been specially halted for him, for it was a one-horse little place
whose name I could not make out. The station-master was waiting,
bowing and saluting, and outside was a motor-car with big head-lights.
Next minute we were sliding through dark woods where the snow lay far
deeper than in the north. There was a mild frost in the air, and the
tyres slipped and skidded at the corners.

We hadn't far to go. We climbed a little hill and on the top of it
stopped at the door of a big black castle. It looked enormous in the
winter night, with not a light showing anywhere on its front. The door
was opened by an old fellow who took a long time about it and got well
cursed for his slowness. Inside the place was very noble and ancient.
Stumm switched on the electric light, and there was a great hall with
black tarnished portraits of men an women in old-fashioned clothes, and
mighty horns of deer on the walls.

There seemed to be no superfluity of servants. The old fellow said
that food was ready, and without more ado we went into the
dining-room--another vast chamber with rough stone walls above the
panelling--and found some cold meats on the table beside a big