It is the people, not the railways, who make a country.

Your French people compel our constant and most willing admiration." At another railway station, as the train halted, and the guard opened the door briefly, a low, sullen rumbling could be heard.
"Do you have thunderstorms at this time of the year, Captain ?" asked Lieutenant Terry.
"Ah, but yes," replied the Frenchman.

"It is a German thunderstorm that you hear in the distance---artillery." "I feel like a fool!" exclaimed Noll Terry flushing.

"Of course I should have recognized the sound of distant cannon-fire." "Don't feel badly about it, Mr.Terry," said Major Wells.

"In all your career in the American Army you have never heard as much cannon-fire as you can hear in a single hour on the battle-front in France." At the next station the rumbling was much louder.