LITMIR.BIZ

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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Table of Contents

       THE ROAD

       THE SACRED WORK

       THE BALANCE SHEET OF THE SOLDIER-WORKMAN

       THE CHILDREN'S JEWEL FUND

       FRANCE, 1916–1917

       AN IMPRESSION

       ENGLISHMAN AND RUSSIAN

       AMERICAN AND BRITON

       ANGLO-AMERICAN DRAMA AND ITS FUTURE [C]

       SPECULATIONS [D]

       THE LAND, 1917

       I

       II

       III

       THE LAND, 1918

       I

       INTRODUCTORY

       II

       WHEAT

       III

       HOLDINGS

       IV

       INSTRUCTION

       V

       CO-OPERATION (SMALL HOLDINGS)

       VI

       CO-OPERATION (ALLOTMENTS)

       VII

       VALEDICTORY

       GROTESQUES

       Κυνηδόν

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

       VI

       VII

       VIII

       IX

       BY THE SAME AUTHOR

THE ROAD

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      The road stretched in a pale, straight streak, narrowing to a mere thread at the limit of vision—the only living thing in the wild darkness. All was very still. It had been raining; the wet heather and the pines gave forth scent, and little gusty shivers shook the dripping birch trees. In the pools of sky, between broken clouds, a few stars shone, and half of a thin moon was seen from time to time, like the fragment of a silver horn held up there in an invisible hand, waiting to be blown.

      Hard to say when I first became aware that there was movement on the road, little specks of darkness on it far away, till its end was blackened out of sight, and it seemed to shorten towards me. Whatever was coming darkened it as an invading army of ants will darken a streak of sunlight on sand strewn with pine needles. Slowly this shadow crept along till it had covered all but the last dip and rise; and still it crept forward in that eerie way, as yet too far off for sound.

      Then began the voice of it in the dripping stillness, a tramping of weary feet, and I could tell that this advancing shadow was formed of men, millions of them moving all at one speed, very slowly, as if regulated by the march of the most tired among them. They had blotted out the road, now, from a few yards away to the horizon; and suddenly, in the dusk, a face showed.

      Its eyes were eager, its lips parted, as if each step was the first the marcher had ever taken; and yet he was stumbling, almost asleep from tiredness. A young man he was, with skin drawn tight over his heavy cheek-bones and jaw, under the platter of his helmet, and burdened with all his soldier's load. At first I saw his face alone in the darkness, startlingly clear; and then a very sea of helmeted faces, with their sunken eyes shining, and their lips parted. Watching them pass—heavy and dim and spectre-like in the darkness, those eager dead-beat men—I knew as never before how they had longed for this last march, and in fancy seen the road, and dreamed of the day when they would be trudging home. Their hearts seemed laid bare to me, the sickening hours they had waited, dreaming and longing,

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