with
triumphal processions, with treasures of loot that took days to pass
along the Appian Way, while the Romans stood cheering and the women and
children sang and threw flowers in the path? Why should not the German
army, between the reaping of the wheat in July and the threshing of the
wheat in October, return from Brussels and Paris laden with treasure,
while a second triumphal procession marched down Wilhelmstrasse?

The German peasants kindled at this dream. Why should the German have
to live always on bologna sausage, drink beer, eat sauerkraut and live
in ugly houses when the people of Paris and London drank champagne, ate
roast fowl, wore French laces and the finest English wools? It was a
wicked shame. Surely the German was intended for something better than
sauerkraut and beer!

"Two weeks and we will be in Brussels. Three weeks and we will have
Paris. Two months and we will loot London."

This was the plan. How significant that letter, taken from the dead body
of a German boy found in No Man's Land, near Compiegne.

"Within three days, Liebschen, we will be in Paris. I intend to bring
you a pocketful of Paris rings and jewels, with Paris gowns and laces."

From the body of a German boy found near Luneville was taken this letter
saying that, with his three companions, he had picked out four French
farms and left the houses standing, and that his friends and himself had
picked out these farms as permanent homes. Later he added that Heinrich
thought it would be much better for them to wait until they smashed
England and made Canada a German colony. Then they could own, not small
French farms, but vast Canadian farms with a hundred tenants working for
him in the valleys around Toronto and the vineyards of Winnipeg and
orchards of Hudson Bay.

Most shrewd and cunning, the plotters of the Potsdam gang. They knew how
to feed the fires of envy and avarice in the German people. Every few
weeks they placed new material in the hands of every German at home and
abroad. They reminded each poor peasant and foreign colonist that he was
a superman, and that by day and by night he was to prepare for the time
when he would become the head of all the people of the town or industry
with which he was related. Poor Germans in foreign countries dreamed
their dreams of the time when they would be appointed by the Kaiser and
Foreign Minister to take charge of the village in Mexico, the mine in
Chile, or when they would be the t