For hours and hours the gray legions trod by in numbers past counting, the moonlight casting gleams upon the spiked helmets.

Then came masses of Uhlans and hussars and after them batteries of great guns and scores and scores of the wicked machine guns.

Truly, as the priest had said, the whole world had gone mad.

He remembered those days in Vienna when the gay and light-head ed Viennese had marched up and down the streets all night long, singing and dancing, and thinking only of war as a festival, in which glorious victory was sure and quick.

Torrents of blood had flowed under the bridges since then, gay Austria, that had set the torch, had been shaken to its foundation, and no victory was yet in sight for anybody.
Nevertheless the German legions seemed inexhaustible.