hteous anger that for the moment transcended
his horror of going forward. While in Paris he had read official
translations from the German press; now with his own eyes he was looking
upon the things gloatingly described in the _Berliner Tageblatt_[1] when
it told the people of Berlin: "The enemy's mouth must stay dry, his eyes
turn in vain to the wells--they are buried in rubble. No four walls for
him to settle down into; all levelled and burnt out, the villages turned
into dumps of rubbish, churches and church towers laid out in ruins.
Smouldering fires and smoke and stench; a rumble spreading from village
to village--the mine charges still doing their final work, which leaves
nothing more to do."

[Footnote 1: _Berliner Tageblatt._ March 26, 1917.]

It was a cry of false triumph that must have stirred the German
soul to joy, because the very next day, he now remembered, the
_Lokalanzeiger_[2] had boastfully added: "No village or farm was left
standing, no road was left passable, no railroad track or embankment,
nothing, nothing whatever, not a tub, not a bench for those who will
succeed them in the abandoned places. _What they could not take with
them they have burnt or smashed._ In front of our new positions runs an
Empire of Death--a Death which lays the shrivelled hands of destruction
upon _all the works of Man and all the bloom of Nature_." This, "by
order of the High German Command."

[Footnote 2: _Berlin Lokalanzeiger_, March 27, 1917.]

It was the last word of Barbarity! But what the _Berliner Tageblatt_ and
the _Lokalanzeiger_ did not tell their readers, Jeb now realized with a
shudder, would have made a chapter of degeneracy and revolting crime
unparalleled in history.

Yet, even in the face of this, he turned sick at the thought of going
forward to the certain annihilation awaiting him in that ghostly
wilderness of mist and wet and wreckage ahead. On the other hand, how
in God's name could he keep from going, he asked himself, when the blood
of innocents was calling on every side! He felt again the "something
strong within him which commanded";--but he hated it!

Had Dr. Barrow been sufficiently skillful with the knife, he might have
dissected out this better Jeb who insisted on going forward, and let the
other crawl into a shell hole to hide for the rest of time; then both
Jebs would have been supremely satisfied. But, being first and foremost
a courageous man, he did not suspect that any one of his u